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.

manor

people's manor, the place

chestnut trees, peach trees, and plum trees while the tall

even her breath was warm. However, her

Caleb's hand tightly and followed him to the

making the hem of

tanned, and Madeline

brought a big

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wrapped the shawl around Madeline. "Is

little fragile, and

hand subconsciously fiddled with the rosary beads

the persimmons would belong to

his head and glanced at the persimmon tree. Fortunately, the tree was not too tall, but it would be over six and

want to pluck it myself. You can't

voice sounded a little

was a child, she could

helpless. Caleb pulled his suit pants with a compromise on

tell anyone. You'd better forget it

were mixed with a hint of

and hugged

sweet fragrance on her body wafted toward Caleb. Caleb lowered his head as if he

for a man to lower

wanted, Caleb really could not refuse, even if

far away, Gavin was holding a glass of water and leaning on

actually squat and kneel on the ground, acting like a

Cough! Cough!

man, who stood up and acted like a horse for Madeline, carefully moved toward the place where the persimmon was hung

shouted, "Nolan! Nolan, come here! Caleb really abandoned

scene. Nolan was slightly stunned before he

feel this is

to take a picture of Caleb. When he took the photo, Caleb and Madeline looked like

in anger, but it was a precious photo. Thus,

was huge

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

so happy and held the persimmon

came over in a hurry with the basket. Seeing

that

shivered. "Mr. Simmons, the

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