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.

to pass it on to you.”

they were just pretending to be harmonious with

to bother

put them in

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

lips curled up into a

“Do you

own. I’m worried about you living outside. You should move back in! I haven’t seen you

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

much more sensible than before, and you’re no

be the child who never grows up.” As soon as her words fell, Eileen saw a beam of light swiftly sweep across

phone in

up the phone, a faint smile

“Are you

I’m here to pick you

I’ll be right out.”

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

bending over, wiping the

“Won’t you stay? We have guest

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

not

remark and

her constantly. As he watched her eagerness to leave,

always feel. that Eileen doesn’t want to stay in her own home? It seems as if this place is terrifying to her, but isn’t this

his arms to the approaching figure. Eileen stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, feeling the chill that permeated his

by a black overcoat, with clear

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 work. Shall we head home?”

Eileen nodded. “Mmhm.”

car. As Eileen settled into the passenger seat, she

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

her seatbelt.

is a bit too far back. I’ll adjust