Chapter 11

This game was getting more and more interesting.

I gingerly picked up the supplement, took a classy sip, but the next second, it was all coming back up because it was so bitter. I had no idea when Neil came back. He was standing at the door changing his shoes. When he saw me throwing up, his look clearly screamed, “gross.”

In a frosty voice, he said, “If you can’t drink it, don’t.”

“Why are you so nosy?” I wiped my mouth, finding Neil’s recent behavior strange. “You’re back again, why?”

He loosened his tie, rough yet handsome.

“This is my home too. I can come back if I want, any problem?” Neil sat across from me, answering with a poker face.

“Oh, right.” I nodded and went back to my supplement.

But this stuff was just too bitter. I could handle black coffee without sugar, but this was another level. I threw it up again before I could swallow, this time with more force, some even splashing on Neil’s face and shirt. His expression turned icy, glaring at me.

The bitterness of the medicine left me speechless. Seeing the droplets hanging from Neil’s eyelashes, I rushed to wipe his face with a tissue, just out of courtesy. Neil grabbed my hand and threw it off. His disgusted look froze me. My heart filled with bitterness.

“I’m sorry, it is just too bitter.” I tried to keep calm, throwing the tissue on the floor.

Neil didn’t answer. He just got up and went upstairs to change. Then Ada walked in. She started cleaning up the mess swiftly, more diligently, and thoroughly than anyone

else.

“Ada, you can prepare dinner now,” I told her, feeling a bit drained after she finished cleaning.

headed to the

supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn’t help; I needed to take care of

upstairs and into the music room. I took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for a

in the music, reminiscing about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door.

his words just pissed me off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was noisy.

creating a shrilling noise. Neil

can live separately, and I can play the cello without disturbing you.”

like we can live separately without a

are you back?” I was just as confused. What could possibly attract Neil back home? Couldn’t be

He was usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial a number, and found

“Irene, you

the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you

make me the one who got

I do what you can?!”

as we were at a standoff, Ada tentatively interrupted, “Mr. Whitmore,

past Neil and went downstairs to eat, no longer wanting

was excellent, and the dishes were delicious. I finished everything on my plate and saw Neil coming out

such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be very lucky.” I took a

bit embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re too

soup, complimenting Ada.

likes my cooking. She always suggests opening a restaurant, but she is too

“You don’t have to be so modest. Your dishes are really good, hasn’t

wrong Sometimes, with a little

he went to his future mother–in–law’s restaurant opening ceremony and didn’t have time to come. He invested in the restaurant,

that

moment that would

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