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

enough. Let’s head in, Ms. Eileen!”

found a table. As soon as they sat down, Elm grabbed some napkins, wiped

want to eat?”

“Ravioli.”

of eating ravioli

know I eat ravioli at home every

for a moment, then quickly responded, “You said it yourself. Anyway, don’t overthink

out, “Two servings of

owner responded,

with curiosity about the new things around her.

He doesn’t let you eat

can stop you.”

hot ravioli. The two of them seemed quite familiar with

this young lady your

but… I’m trying.”

over whenever you

“Sure.”

owner left, Eileen asked him, “Do you know

I used to

as picky as Elm wouldn’t come to

mind. It was just that the restaurant was hard to find

few minutes of eating, the other customers had

the two of them remained in the restaurant.

mending something. The thread in

eating. He wiped his mouth and stood up. “What

me see.”

top that got torn by a nail last time. With a little mending, it

is your wife?”

the dog. She won’t be back

up an old, blue

walked over and watched him threading

up to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong? Haven’t you seen someone sewing before?”

didn’t know you could sew. Elm, you’re quite

nothing. You learn it when you do it a lot.”

family, old clothes would be thrown away, and there was