The Lies He Told Me (Grace and Antonio)

Chapter 18 Confession

Knowing Brenton's position, I felt much more relaxed. Interacting with him, I gradually returned to the mode of old friends.

The two children liked him very much.

Magic, Rubik's Cube, even homework... Once I couldn't do it, I would shout loudly, "Brenton! Brenton! Help me take a look!"

I would occasionally correct their way of addressing him: "You should call him Uncle Brenton."

Song Shen said it's okay, calling like this is friendly.

He never made it clear that I was Grace, as if me and my children were just new friends he had met and got along with while he was abroad.

My yard was a playground, with many toys on it, such as seesaws and toy cars, mainly for children to play with.

Brenton's yard was mainly filled with green plants, whether it was phoenix trees, roses, or fish tanks with small fish, all of which I liked.

At first glance, it looked like a desert and an oasis.

When the children were playing in the sandpit, he liked to invite me over for a cup of coffee.

The sunlight poured down from above, making people feel that time was peaceful.

Chapter 18 Confession

Later, we dismantled the fence.

The place where I played the piano, apart from my music. room, was his yard. "Do you like it?"

As the song ended, Brenton's voice came from behind.

I was startled, and my face, neck, and ears became hot.

flushed cheeks. He sat on the

as if his eyes were fixed on a child or a handful

life many years ago, leisurely afternoons, a yard filled with roses, lazy little cats, children

his gaze turned towards

panicked and

filled

that I didn't hear this

Sure!

my bow and pen at the

Chapter 18 Confession

here? What do other people call

Who hasn't been bullied by it as a pet around here? How many

for him, but I also apologized for him and compensated for him many times

me and smiled, his gaze soft as if it was

felt

he quickly averted

and jumped to the side of the large water tank, splashing water with a bang, startling the fish to

a moment and put

the song

eyes were

you, stories

counted the passing years like a dream

together with you, witnessing the changes or the sea and the

playful ragdoll cat, with its legs crossed, watched the children's Brenton who was building

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phoenix tree soared into the sky, and the blooming pink roses resembled the clouds on the

two cups of coffee on the

one was mine.

my fleeting light,

liked playing with him, but also repeatedly brought Brenton into our