My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Chapter

105

Gavin held his chin, looked at the drunk Madeline, and raised his hand to pinch her cheek.

It felt warm and soft.

Nolan's gaze was gentle and doting. Nolan took her phone and hung up. "60 dollars a day? It's not enough for Maddie to buy a dress."

He rubbed Madeline's head and asked, "Are you sleepy? I'll take you back to your room so you can sleep, okay?"

Madeline raised her hand and grabbed Nolan's hand. Then, she looked at the indifferent Caleb.

She pointed at him and said, "No, I want him to accompany me to pick persimmons. He has the worst temper. He'll be my foal! I want a foal!"

Gavin was almost scared to death. Gavin quickly covered Madeline's mouth. "Stop it! Are you asking Caleb to be your foal? He'll beat you up."

Nolan smiled and turned to look at Caleb. "Accompany Maddie to pick persimmons. Madeline probably remembered what happened when she was a child."

Caleb turned the glass in his hand, and the bright red wine swayed. The liquid reflected colorful lights, but it could not illuminate the depth and loneliness in Caleb's eyes.

He remembered what happened when they were young.

Caleb lowered his eyes. "In the past, there was a persimmon tree in the corner of the orphanage. Maddie was too young at that time. Madeline used to be last and couldn't have enough food. Madeline was waiting for the persimmon to become ripe, but I plucked it. At that time, I didn't think it was a big deal. I didn't expect her to cry for hours."

Caleb looked up at Madeline, whose cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were full of memories. "Back then, I promised her to give her persimmon every autumn."

Gavin did not expect something like that to have happened.

He looked at Caleb curiously. Then, Caleb raised his hand and held Madeline's hand with his hand that wore rosary beads.

He did not mind that Madeline was drunk.

He looked tall and strong as he held her hand and walked toward the backyard.

Gavin looked at their backs and was worried. "Are they really plucking persimmons?"

"Maddie likes it. Let her be." Nolan's sleeves were stained with the scent of osmanthus. Nolan did not like it because it was too sweet.

However, Nolan was satisfied with the scents of osmanthus and wine from Madeline.

He smiled and said, "She still has a childish heart, but she has had a hard life."

Hearing that, Gavin was immediately caught off guard. Gavin cursed the Larsons in his heart.

It was them who made Madeline suffer.

backyard of the manor was a small

the place was too down

were grape racks, chestnut trees, peach trees, and plum trees while

even her breath was warm. However, her

Caleb's hand tightly and followed him

the hem of her blue

and Madeline felt slightly

a big wool

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and wrapped the shawl around Madeline. "Is it a bit

little fragile, and she

hand subconsciously fiddled with the rosary beads on

me that the persimmons would belong to me.

at the persimmon tree. Fortunately, the tree was not too tall, but it would be over six and a half feet if he wanted to

jumped. "I want to pluck it myself. You can't

sounded a

felt like dreaming. When she was a child, she could

Caleb pulled his suit pants with

Don't tell anyone. You'd better

cold eyes were mixed with a hint

rushed over and

Caleb

was worse than death for a man to lower

even if

away, Gavin was holding a glass

and kneel on the

Cough! Cough!

if seeing a ghost, Gavin looked at the man, who stood up and acted like a horse for Madeline, carefully moved toward the place where the persimmon was

hurriedly shouted, "Nolan! Nolan, come here! Caleb really abandoned his dignity to

watched the scene. Nolan was slightly stunned before

won't feel this is unacceptable in

of Caleb. When he took the photo, Caleb and

but it was a precious

was huge that

at the persimmon above and stretched out her hand to reach it with a chuckle. "Closer, I need

happy and held the persimmon carefully in her

with the basket. Seeing that, she almost fell to

gulped and thought that Caleb might

shivered. "Mr. Simmons, the

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