Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

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

the rest of the supplement. I knew that eating

upstairs and into the music room. I took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for a long time. Alone, I started playing. The deep,

about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door. “You’re so

in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was noisy. Now that I thought about it, no wonder

strings angrily, creating a shrilling

We can live separately, and I can play

separately without a divorce,”

confused. What could possibly attract Neil back home? Couldn’t be

seemed to struggle with my straightforwardness, his face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial a number, and found a place to

suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to want me to come back. Got a

suspecting me of cheating, so he kept coming back, trying to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you say it’s okay as long

make me the one who

do what

as we were at a standoff, Ada tentatively

past Neil and went downstairs to eat, no

I finished everything on my plate

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

was a bit embarrassed.

soup, complimenting Ada.

but

may head, “You don’t have to be so modest. Your dishes are really good, hasn’t your family ever Co

wrong Sometimes, with a little luck, it’s

I died, wanted to see Neil one last time, but my mother told me he went to his future mother–in–law’s restaurant opening ceremony and didn’t have time to come. He invested in

that kind of

would change their lives might be