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.

and headed to

that eating more wouldn’t help; I needed to

and pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for a long time.

about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil

my beloved cello because he said it was noisy. Now that I thought about it, no wonder Stella and the

the strings angrily, creating a shrilling noise. Neil

We can live separately, and I can play the cello

like we can live separately without a

you back?” I was just as confused. What could possibly

usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial a number, and found a place

me, “Irene, you seem not to

of cheating, so he kept coming back, trying to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you say it’s okay

dare to make me the one

what you

a standoff, Ada tentatively interrupted, “Mr. Whitmore, ma’am, dinner

went downstairs to eat, no longer wanting to torture my

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

such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be

embarrassed.

soup, complimenting Ada.

a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada talked about her daughter, full

may head, “You don’t have to be so modest. Your dishes are really good, hasn’t your

not wrong Sometimes, with a little luck, it’s easy

my mother told me he went to his future mother–in–law’s restaurant opening ceremony and didn’t have time to come. He invested in the restaurant, making it

have that kind of luck,

wanted to tell her not to be so self–deprecating. The moment that would change their lives might be just half a month away. But I held back. Watching Ada