Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 214 We Have Guest Rooms

“The raviolis are ready,” Sharon announced as she walked out of the kitchen, carrying two bowls of ravioli and placing them in front of Eileen. “I know you don’t like parsley, so I made you a bowl with just meat,” she explained.

Eileen looked at the layer of green floating in the bowl. “I… don’t eat basil, Sharon.”

Sharon was genuinely taken aback for a moment. She laughed and slapped her forehead. “Look at my memory. How long has it been since you last came home? I completely forgot. Let me go and make you another bowl.”

A slight sense of indescribable loss welled up in Eileen’s heart. Sharon used to remember her preferences.

“No worries. I’ll just pick them out.” Eileen pulled out a tissue, spread it on the table, and started to pick out the basil.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became noticeably silent.

Eileen closed her book and turned around, only to see Eric holding a spoon, picking out the basil for her. He said, “Still as fussy as ever.”

“Actually, Eileen is just like Mrs. Swan. She also doesn’t enjoy eating green onions.”

Eileen didn’t say anything and quietly ate her ravioli. But for some reason, they didn’t taste as good as they used to.

Having eaten half a bowl of sweet potato gnocchi, Vera found it a bit too sweet for her liking, so she pushed it toward Eric. “Eric, it’s too sweet. Let me try yours. You can have mine. It’s been a long time since the three of us ate together. I really miss those times! I used to give you all the leftovers that Eileen and I couldn’t finish. You would always remind us not to waste food.”

Sharon went to tidy up the kitchen, leaving just the three of them in the living room.

Vera was enjoying Eric’s bowl of ravioli, but he hadn’t touched her sweet potato gnocchi.

Actually, Eric, like her, didn’t really have a sweet tooth either.

Eileen had eaten half of hers but found she couldn’t finish the rest. She got up, ready to head to the kitchen.

“If you can’t finish yours, you can pour them into my bowl.”

Eileen’s grip tightened on the bowl she was holding.

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spoke up. “Give it to me.

I don’t want to pass it on to you.” After saying this, she walked

pretending to be harmonious

bother

dishes and put them in the cupboard.

leave the dishes. I’ll wash them.

up into a faint

“Do you

raised by me since you were little. Other people’s homes are not like your own. I’m worried about you living outside. You should move back in! I haven’t seen you for so many days, and you’ve lost a lot of weight.

with a tissue, and said, “He treats me very well. There’s no need to worry.”

than before, and you’re no

never grows up.” As soon as her words fell, Eileen saw a beam of light swiftly sweep across the wall. Recognizing the familiar vehicle, she knew he had arrived.

in

faint smile still

“Are you

here to pick

I’ll be

her backpack from the couch. “I’m leaving first.”

was bending over, wiping

her. “Won’t you stay? We have guest

was suddenly looking at her with

It’s not convenient”

left a remark and

watched her

if it’s just my imagination, but why do I always feel. that Eileen doesn’t want to stay in her own home? It seems

opening his arms to the approaching figure. Eileen stepped forward,

wearing his usual gray suit today, covered by a black overcoat, with clear droplets of water on his shoulders, she asked, “Why are you wet?”

gaze filled with affection. “It started to rain a bit when I came to pick you up

Eileen nodded. “Mmhm.”

the car. As Eileen settled into the passenger seat, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone else had been in

seat. The last time she sat in the passenger seat, the position had clearly been adjusted backward.

her seatbelt. “What’s

bit too far back. I’ll adjust it.”