Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 214 We Have Guest Rooms

“The raviolis are ready,” Sharon announced as she walked out of the kitchen, carrying two bowls of ravioli and placing them in front of Eileen. “I know you don’t like parsley, so I made you a bowl with just meat,” she explained.

Eileen looked at the layer of green floating in the bowl. “I… don’t eat basil, Sharon.”

Sharon was genuinely taken aback for a moment. She laughed and slapped her forehead. “Look at my memory. How long has it been since you last came home? I completely forgot. Let me go and make you another bowl.”

A slight sense of indescribable loss welled up in Eileen’s heart. Sharon used to remember her preferences.

“No worries. I’ll just pick them out.” Eileen pulled out a tissue, spread it on the table, and started to pick out the basil.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became noticeably silent.

Eileen closed her book and turned around, only to see Eric holding a spoon, picking out the basil for her. He said, “Still as fussy as ever.”

“Actually, Eileen is just like Mrs. Swan. She also doesn’t enjoy eating green onions.”

Eileen didn’t say anything and quietly ate her ravioli. But for some reason, they didn’t taste as good as they used to.

Having eaten half a bowl of sweet potato gnocchi, Vera found it a bit too sweet for her liking, so she pushed it toward Eric. “Eric, it’s too sweet. Let me try yours. You can have mine. It’s been a long time since the three of us ate together. I really miss those times! I used to give you all the leftovers that Eileen and I couldn’t finish. You would always remind us not to waste food.”

Sharon went to tidy up the kitchen, leaving just the three of them in the living room.

Vera was enjoying Eric’s bowl of ravioli, but he hadn’t touched her sweet potato gnocchi.

Actually, Eric, like her, didn’t really have a sweet tooth either.

Eileen had eaten half of hers but found she couldn’t finish the rest. She got up, ready to head to the kitchen.

“If you can’t finish yours, you can pour them into my bowl.”

Eileen’s grip tightened on the bowl she was holding.

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Vera also spoke up. “Give it to me. I’m not quite full yet.”

cold. I don’t want to pass it on to you.” After saying this, she walked toward the kitchen and poured the leftovers into

just pretending to be harmonious with one another. They didn’t

bother about her.

put them in

dishes. I’ll wash them. You’re a lady. You shouldn’t be doing such menial

up into a faint smile.

“Do you

about you living outside. You should move back in! I haven’t seen you for so many days, and you’ve lost a lot

a tissue, and said, “He treats me very well. There’s no

much more sensible than before, and you’re no

grows up, and I won’t always be the child who never grows up.” As soon as her words fell, Eileen saw a

the phone in her pocket rang.

phone, a faint smile still lingering on

“Are you

to pick you

I’ll be

her backpack from the couch. “I’m leaving first.”

bending over,

her. “Won’t you stay? We have guest

he was suddenly looking at her

It’s not

a remark and ran

watched her eagerness to leave,

imagination, but why do I always feel. that Eileen doesn’t want to stay in her own home? It seems as

Eileen stepped forward, wrapping

today, covered by a black overcoat, with clear droplets of water on

filled with affection. “It started to rain a bit when I came to pick you up

Eileen nodded. “Mmhm.”

driving the car. As Eileen settled into the passenger seat, she couldn’t shake off the

in the passenger seat. The

her seatbelt. “What’s the

The seat is a bit too far back.

accelerator, then added, “I’m aware of what happened today. Rest assured. Such incidents won’t occur again in

the future.”