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.”

them headed down

after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it only

be mocking Kathleen!

She was just lamenting how hard her life used to

She revealed her identity

there’s anything wrong with Astrid’s remarks.

to insult other 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

stand it when she commented how soft Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her hands are rough because of her job. Obviously, she

began arguing

as his

went

be coming for dinner that night and

production team didn’t mention how

at that

asked deliberately, “Kathleen, who do

head.

who they

calm as she replied, “Why would I know when none of you

gave her a

alone tonight?” Nancy asked

for

prepare dinner,” Astrid offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great cook. I have the potential to be a good wife

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

everything alone. You and

a great cook. I shall take the opportunity to learn from

dinner,” Kathleen suggested nonchalantly. “What do

a pause, Astrid

sometime later,” Kathleen assured her with a grin. “I promise I’ll

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

at

Kathleen turned around and went

Astrid went after her.

I just realized that there is a dishwasher here. That eases our