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.

as if he hadn't noticed my flushed cheeks. He sat on

eyes were fixed on a child or a handful of sand in

afternoons, a yard

his gaze turned towards me, with deep emotions.

suddenly panicked and

filled

I

Sure!

and

Chapter 18 Confession

other people call him? Don't you have any

been bullied by it as a pet around here? How many people have been looking

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

his gaze soft as if it

felt uncomfortable

he quickly averted his

water tank, splashing

for a moment and put

the

were

you, stories

passing years like

witnessing the changes or the

playful ragdoll cat, with its legs crossed, watched

11 288 Vouchers

sky, and the

of coffee on the table, one

one was mine.

fleeting light, my

children liked Brenton, not only liked playing with him, but also repeatedly brought