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.

placed the coffee on the table next to him, 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 yard next

it," he said, his gaze distant, as if his eyes were fixed on a child or a handful of sand in a

life many years ago, leisurely afternoons, a yard filled with roses,

paused for a moment, his gaze turned towards me, with deep

suddenly panicked and

filled

I pretend that I didn't hear

Sure!

and pen at the

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here? What do other people call him?

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

but I also apologized for him and

his gaze soft as if it was about

felt uncomfortable

quickly averted

the large water tank, splashing water with a bang, startling the fish to leap with the

thought for a moment and put the bow on the

the

were filled with

stories

I counted the passing years like a

changes or the sea and the

legs crossed, watched the children's Brenton who was

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the blooming pink roses

cups of coffee on

one was mine.

was my fleeting light,

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