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 the wicker chair, elegantly crossing his legs, and watched the two children playing in the

said, his gaze distant, as if his eyes were fixed on a child or a

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

moment, his gaze turned towards me, with deep

suddenly panicked

filled

that I didn't hear

Sure!

and pen at the ragdoll

Chapter 18 Confession

What do other people call him? Don't

around here? How many people have been looking for you

for him and compensated for him many times with my

at me and smiled, his gaze soft as if it was about

suddenly felt uncomfortable

quickly averted his

of the large water tank,

a moment and put the bow on

played the song

were

you, stories were

passing years like a dream come

the changes or the sea

legs crossed, watched the children's Brenton who was

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

of coffee on the

one was mine.

fleeting light, my passing

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