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

experience for her, but it mostly cleaning tables, so it

too

period

luxuroux comfort no plush

no

shedder hands began dewater and wasting

unsightly with

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 her handle such

the evening, and the restaurant’s customers had already left. Eileen finished cleaning the tables, gathered a basin of dishes to

drunk men in their thirties sat shirtless near the entrance, having consumed three or four cases of alcohol.

lives next door to my house?

Every morning, she starts washing clothes at seven or eight, and the noise keeps me from sleeping. She looks so damn good, it gets me aroused every time I look at her.”

girl doesn’t seem to like talking to anyone and seems to play around

Eileen might hear their disrespectful words, they

of drunk men

do you know such things,

If she really was a good student, why

talk! Let’s call her over and

voice, Thomas directly yelled, “Hey, you there! Your name is Eileen, right?

feeling uncomfortable with the situation, Eileen approached cautiously, trying her best to remain composed and not let their hurtful words

she pretended not to hear the lewd comments from the group of men and instead looked toward her coworker, Hannah, who was about her

her a smug smile, Eileen turned away and left

I’m calling you to take our order, ca,t your

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dishes would you like to order?” she asked, taking out a pen and a small

men stared at her with predatory eyes, giving off a pungent and disgusting vibe.

cash, just tell me, I’ve got plenty of money.” He took out a wallet from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pulled out 300 dollars, offering it to Eileen.

burst into

Do you want to

table here. Come, sit with me, have a chat, and share a few drinks.” Another man pulled out a