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

new experience for her, but it mostly cleaning

not too

period

no plush bedy or fancy

no

Blake and shedder hands began dewater and wasting dishes, mab

with peeling

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

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

group of drunk men in their thirties sat shirtless near the entrance, having consumed three or

and slurred, “See that person who lives next door to my house? According to my mother, she’s

keeps me from sleeping. She looks so damn good, it gets me aroused every time

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

hear their disrespectful words, they continued their

group of drunk men

you know such things, Thomas?”

really was a good student, why would she work here

the talk! Let’s call her over and

Your name is Eileen, right? Come here, and

trying her best to remain

the lewd comments from the group of men and

gave her a smug smile, Eileen turned away and left the men’s table.

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set down the plate, 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.

five men stared at her with predatory eyes, giving off a pungent and

out a wallet from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pulled out 300 dollars, offering it to Eileen. Spend

Thomas burst

just a part-timer here, and that’s not the service we provide. Do you want to order more food? If not, I have work

with me, have a chat, and share a few drinks.” Another man pulled out a stool and placed