Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 11

This game was getting more and more interesting.

I gingerly picked up the supplement, took a classy sip, but the next second, it was all coming back up because it was so bitter. I had no idea when Neil came back. He was standing at the door changing his shoes. When he saw me throwing up, his look clearly screamed, “gross.”

In a frosty voice, he said, “If you can’t drink it, don’t.”

“Why are you so nosy?” I wiped my mouth, finding Neil’s recent behavior strange. “You’re back again, why?”

He loosened his tie, rough yet handsome.

“This is my home too. I can come back if I want, any problem?” Neil sat across from me, answering with a poker face.

“Oh, right.” I nodded and went back to my supplement.

But this stuff was just too bitter. I could handle black coffee without sugar, but this was another level. I threw it up again before I could swallow, this time with more force, some even splashing on Neil’s face and shirt. His expression turned icy, glaring at me.

The bitterness of the medicine left me speechless. Seeing the droplets hanging from Neil’s eyelashes, I rushed to wipe his face with a tissue, just out of courtesy. Neil grabbed my hand and threw it off. His disgusted look froze me. My heart filled with bitterness.

“I’m sorry, it is just too bitter.” I tried to keep calm, throwing the tissue on the floor.

Neil didn’t answer. He just got up and went upstairs to change. Then Ada walked in. She started cleaning up the mess swiftly, more diligently, and thoroughly than anyone

else.

“Ada, you can prepare dinner now,” I told her, feeling a bit drained after she finished cleaning.

nodded and headed to

supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn’t help; I

the dust cover and pulled out

reminiscing about the past. I didn’t

his words just pissed me off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was noisy. Now that I thought about it, no wonder Stella and the others

creating a shrilling noise. Neil

divorce then. We can live separately, and I can play the cello without disturbing you.” I gently put down the

can live separately without a divorce,” Neil responded

why are you back?” I was just as confused. What

the type to leave as soon

seemed to suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to

trying to catch me in the act? I widened

me the one who got cheated

I do what you can?!”

we were at a standoff, Ada tentatively interrupted, “Mr. Whitmore, ma’am,

Neil and went downstairs to eat, no longer wanting to torture my

and the dishes were delicious. I finished everything on my plate and saw Neil

good cook. Whoever marries you will be very lucky.” I

a bit embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re too

soup, complimenting Ada.

my cooking. She always suggests opening a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada talked about

so modest. Your dishes are really good, hasn’t your family ever

not wrong Sometimes, with a little

restaurant

ordinary people. We don’t have that

so self–deprecating. The moment that would change their lives might be just half a month