Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 171 Thinking Of Buying

Yvette held her chin with both hands. “Mr. Snow, is this your attitude when asking for help? Don’t forget, you want me to lend a workbook to your sister! If you don’t accompany me, I won’t lend it to you. I’ll call the driver now to pick me up.”

“Suit yourself.” Eric stood up, ready to leave. He sounded a bit displeased.

Yvette panicked. She immediately sat down next to Eric, tightly clutching his arm, refusing to let him leave.

When threats didn’t work. Yvette’s demeanor softened. “Mr. Snow, can’t you just spend half a day with me? I’m all alone during New Year.”

She grabbed Eric’s arm, swaying it and acting cute. “Please, Eric!”

Yvette rarely called him by his name. Usually, she addressed him as “Mr. Snow” or “old man.”

He was around seven to eight years older than her and was indeed older.

As soon as Eileen arrived, she was taken to a place where the entire floor was filled with stalls. and food vendors. However, the environment wasn’t particularly pleasant.

The tables were littered with discarded plastic containers, and gnawed bones were strewn on the ground. A few stray dogs were darting about by the roadside.

In the air, apart from the delightful aroma of food and spices, there was a mix of other unpleasant smells.

However, the majority of the unpleasant smells were masked by the aroma of the barbecued skewers.

Stepping on a bone, Eileen looked down and felt disgusted, not knowing where to place her foot. “Elm, what kind of place is this? Why did you bring me here?”

“What a drama queen.” Elm reached out and grabbed her wrist, “Ms. Eileen, be careful not to let the crowd separate us.”

Elm led her through the food court and into an alley. After a while, they gradually left the crowd, and the area became quieter. Away from the crowded people, Eileen felt like she could breathe fresh air again.

They arrived at a black door that was wide open. It was a clean, small restaurant. However, there were only two tables with customers at this hour.

“We’re here!”

Eileen asked, “Are we here for a meal?”

think? With you El raised an eyebrow and let go of her hand. “What else do appearance, can you endure eating there?” He patted the dust off his clothes.

your

delicate

yet. I’ve never

enough. Let’s head in,

napkins, wiped the table a few times,

you want to eat?”

“Ravioli.”

tired of eating ravioli every day?”

you know I

“You said

servings of ravioli, please.”

responded, “Got

around, seemingly filled with curiosity about the new

strict with you? He doesn’t let you eat anything. If you want to eat,

can stop you.”

ravioli. The two of them seemed quite familiar with each other, chatting in a dialect she

this young lady your girlfriend?”

but…

then. Bring her over whenever

“Sure.”

him,

I know. I used to come

as Elm wouldn’t

the restaurant was hard to find as it was located in an

of eating, the other customers had already paid their bills

of them remained in

wore reading glasses and seemed to be mending something. The thread in his hand couldn’t pass through the needle’s eye, so he called Elm for help. “I need your help.

his mouth and stood up. “What are you

me see.”

got torn by a nail last time. With a little mending, it can still be worn.”

your

she’s out walking the dog. She won’t

settled in the seat just vacated by the owner. He picked up an old, blue garment, which looked like it had been worn for many

expected Elm to be skilled in sewing. After finishing his meal, she walked over and watched him threading the needle. He

up to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?

“I didn’t know you could

“It’s nothing. You learn it when

be thrown away, and