Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 53 Chat With Us, Miss.

“I’m sorry, but I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now. Take your time, and we’ll catch up later.”

Eileen was accustomed to solitude and did not believe in the concept of true friendship.

She departed, and this time, no one tried to stop her again.

As Eileen stepped out of the shop, Mr. Samuels came out, wearing an apron and holding a plate of food. “Miss, are you in such a hurry? Those kids aren’t bothering you, are they?”

“No,” she replied.

“Don’t judge them too harshly. Those children aren’t bad; they just want to play with you.”

“Mr. Samuel, I understand, but I still have something to buy, so I’ll be leaving now.”

“Alright, remember to come over for dinner tomorrow, free of charge. Eat to your heart’s

content.”

Eileen smiled and nodded, saying, “Okay.”

After leaving, Eileen purchased some personal clothes, a few changes of outfits, and a couple of pairs of shoes, all at reasonable prices.

She was preparing to settle here for a considerable period.

Time flew by, and nearly three months had passed since Eileen began living there. During this period, she worked as a waiter at Mr. Samuel’s restaurant, earning a decent wage of 50 dollars a day, along with daily meals.

The daytime customer flow was sparse, while evenings could get busier during supper time.

Initially, the work left her tired with sore feet and legs, but she eventually grew accustomed

to it

a completely new experience for her, but it mostly

not too dithcuit

period

control her luxuroux comfort no plush bedy

no

Blake and shedder hands began dewater

with peeling skin.

the restaurant, as she had been absent for many days, likely preoccupied with taking care of Vera. Eileen understood the situation and was fine with it. She knew that if Sharon were around, she would never let

was around eight-thirty in the evening, and the restaurant’s customers had already left. Eileen finished cleaning the tables,

of drunk men in their thirties sat shirtless near the entrance, having

men leered at Eileen and slurred, “See that person who lives next door to my house? According to my mother, she’s only eighteen and got expelled from school

morning, she starts washing clothes at seven or eight, and the noise keeps me from sleeping.

doesn’t seem to like talking to anyone and seems to play around with people. Is that true?”

hear their disrespectful words, they continued their

didn’t want to provoke the group of drunk men and decided to keep her

do you know such

she really was a good student, why would she work

of the talk! Let’s call her over and ask!”

there! Your

Eileen approached cautiously, trying her best to remain composed and not let their

the lewd comments from the group of men and instead looked toward her coworker, Hannah, who was about her

Eileen turned away and left the men’s

order, ca,t your me? one of

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washed her hands, and quickly brought over a menu. “What dishes would you like to order?” she asked, taking out a pen and a small notebook to jot down their choices.

eyes, giving off a

short on cash, just tell me, I’ve got plenty of money.” He took out a wallet from his pocket, placed

burst into

you want to order

sit with me, have a chat, and share a