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.

her gaze and spoke. “I’ve caught a cold. I don’t want to pass it on to you.” After saying this, she walked toward the kitchen and poured the leftovers into the trash.

were just pretending to be harmonious with one another. They didn’t really

to bother about her.

the dishes and put

eating, just leave the dishes. I’ll wash them.

curled up into a

“Do you

this at the Smith residence as well? Eileen… to be honest, you were 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

turned her head, wiped her hands with a tissue, and said, “He

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

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

the phone in her pocket rang.

the phone, a faint

“Are you

to

right. I’ll be right

up her backpack from the

over,

“Won’t you

was suddenly looking at her

It’s not

left a remark and ran

her constantly. As he watched her eagerness to leave, his eyes darkened.

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

in front of the passenger seat, opening his arms to the approaching figure. Eileen stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, feeling the chill that permeated his entire body.

by a black overcoat, with clear droplets of water on his shoulders,

started to rain a bit when I came to pick

Eileen nodded. “Mmhm.”

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

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

her seatbelt. “What’s

bit too far back. I’ll adjust