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.

headed to the

eating more wouldn’t

upstairs and into the music room. I took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched

about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door. “You’re so

his words just pissed me off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was

strings angrily, creating a shrilling

a divorce then. We can live separately, and I can play the cello without

looks like we can live separately without a divorce,”

confused. What

seemed to struggle with my straightforwardness, his face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave as soon as

he seemed to suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to want me to come back. Got a new

to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you

one who got cheated on?” Neil

I do what you can?!”

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

to eat, no

were delicious. I finished everything on my plate and saw Neil coming out of the

delicious. Ada, you’re such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be very lucky.” I took a sip of

embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re

soup, complimenting Ada.

restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada

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

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

see Neil one last time, but 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

that kind of luck, ma’am,” Ada

moment that would change their lives might be just half a month away. But I held back.