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.

nodded and headed to

nose and finished the rest of the supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn’t help; I needed

went 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, elegant sound

reminiscing about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the

off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was

angrily, creating a shrilling noise.

divorce then. We can live separately, and I can play the cello without disturbing you.” I gently put down the

separately without a divorce,” Neil

What could

leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial a number, and found a place

his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to

kept coming back, trying to catch me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a

one who got

do what you

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

past Neil and went downstairs to eat,

the dishes were delicious. I finished everything

Ada, you’re such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be very lucky.”

embarrassed. “Ma’am,

soup, complimenting Ada.

always suggests opening a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada talked about her daughter,

Your dishes are really good, hasn’t your family ever Co

slightly. “She’s not wrong Sometimes, with a little luck, it’s easy

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 the restaurant, making it rank in

We don’t have that kind of luck, ma’am,”

wanted to tell her not to be so self–deprecating. The moment that would change their lives