All Too Late

Christopher couldn’t stop frowning.

Why did Astrid come back right now? I heard she worked as a war correspondent for a few years.

Christopher typed out a reply: I’ll do my best to be a good friend to her.

Osvald: It’s up to you. I just want you to keep an eye on her. That’s it.

Christopher let out a cold snort.

Is he saying that I’m overthinking?

Christopher went to watch the live stream and happened to see Kathleen bringing Astrid to their rooms.

“This is your room. Nancy and I are living on this floor, so if you need any help, just let us know.” Kathleen was both gentle and thoughtful.

Astrid chuckled. “All right. This is my first time on a variety show, so I’m completely baffled. Please let me know if I do anything wrong!”

“This is my first time, too.” A smile nudged Kathleen’s lips. “We can learn together.”

“Sure,” Astrid replied cheerfully. “I worked as a war correspondent overseas previously. A year ago, a grenade splinter cut across my forehead, and I nearly lost my life. I was traumatized and ended up coming home.”

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment.

She actually didn’t want to ask personal questions, for she knew how to respect someone else’s privacy.

Now that Astrid chose to reveal everything herself, Kathleen had to play along. “You did great.”

“If I don’t do it, someone else will,” Astrid responded. “It might be dangerous, but I think it’s a meaningful job. Compared to normal jobs, I think mine is far more significant.”

“Every job has its own significance,” Kathleen told her.

Astrid met her gaze thoughtfully. “You’re right.”

“Let’s head down to join everyone downstairs.” Kathleen smiled.

Astrid nodded and reached out to take Kathleen’s hand. “Oh, your hand is soft, unlike mine. I didn’t get to take care of my hands previously, so they are pretty rough.”

Kathleen’s lips curved. “You can start now. Your hands will be like mine soon.”

you say.” Astrid’s

both of them

after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it only

be mocking Kathleen! But she’s way better with her

She was just lamenting how hard her

She revealed her identity outright so that Kathleen

wrong with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her

jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its own hardship. We all work our asses off to earn money. She isn’t the only one who’s

can’t stand it when she commented how soft Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her hands are

began arguing

comments as his

went

them that some special guests would be coming for dinner that night and they should pay

the production team didn’t mention how special

felt nervous at that piece of

do you

head.

know who

replied, “Why would I know when none of you

gave her a

prepare dinner alone tonight?”

for a

prepare dinner,” Astrid offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great cook.

silent sheepishly. So what if you have the potential to be a good wife and mother? Is that

handle everything alone. You and Kathleen should work together,” Steve

Kathleen’s a great cook. I shall take the opportunity to

dinner,”

pause, Astrid

sometime later,” Kathleen assured her with a

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

look at Astrid and sneered

Kathleen turned around and went to the kitchen

Astrid went after her.

wide kitchen. I just realized that there is a dishwasher here. That