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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also spoke up. “Give it to me. I’m not quite

to pass it on to you.” After saying this, she walked toward the kitchen and poured the leftovers

were just pretending to be harmonious with one

bother about her.

dishes and put them in

wash them. You’re a lady. You shouldn’t be doing such menial

into a faint smile. “It’s

“Do you

little. Other people’s homes are not like your own. I’m worried about you living outside. You should move back in!

with a tissue,

become much more sensible than before, and you’re no longer clinging to me all

words fell, Eileen

phone in

picked up the phone, a faint smile still lingering on her

“Are you

I’m here to pick you up.”

I’ll be

from the couch. “I’m leaving first.”

bending over, wiping

on her. “Won’t you stay?

no idea why he was suddenly looking at her with such an

It’s not

remark and ran out.

her constantly. As he watched her eagerness to

doesn’t want to stay in her own home? It seems as if this place is terrifying to her,

approaching figure. Eileen stepped forward, wrapping her arms

black overcoat, with clear droplets of water on his shoulders, she asked, “Why are you wet?”

finger, gently brushing it against her soft face, his gaze filled with affection. “It started to rain a bit when I came to pick you up after

Eileen nodded. “Mmhm.”

the one driving the car. As Eileen settled into the passenger seat, she

was Jasper who drove, and Eileen sat in the passenger seat. The last time she sat in the passenger

her seatbelt. “What’s the

The seat is a bit too