Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

This game was getting more and more interesting.

I gingerly picked up the supplement, took a classy sip, but the next second, it was all coming back up because it was so bitter. I had no idea when Neil came back. He was standing at the door changing his shoes. When he saw me throwing up, his look clearly screamed, “gross.”

In a frosty voice, he said, “If you can’t drink it, don’t.”

“Why are you so nosy?” I wiped my mouth, finding Neil’s recent behavior strange. “You’re back again, why?”

He loosened his tie, rough yet handsome.

“This is my home too. I can come back if I want, any problem?” Neil sat across from me, answering with a poker face.

“Oh, right.” I nodded and went back to my supplement.

But this stuff was just too bitter. I could handle black coffee without sugar, but this was another level. I threw it up again before I could swallow, this time with more force, some even splashing on Neil’s face and shirt. His expression turned icy, glaring at me.

The bitterness of the medicine left me speechless. Seeing the droplets hanging from Neil’s eyelashes, I rushed to wipe his face with a tissue, just out of courtesy. Neil grabbed my hand and threw it off. His disgusted look froze me. My heart filled with bitterness.

“I’m sorry, it is just too bitter.” I tried to keep calm, throwing the tissue on the floor.

Neil didn’t answer. He just got up and went upstairs to change. Then Ada walked in. She started cleaning up the mess swiftly, more diligently, and thoroughly than anyone

else.

her, feeling a bit drained

and headed to

pinched my nose and finished the rest of the supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn’t help; I needed to take care of my

pulled out the cello that hadn’t

the past. I didn’t realize when Neil

off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he

angrily, creating a shrilling

live separately, and I can play the cello

like we can live separately without a divorce,” Neil responded sarcastically.

I was just as confused. What could possibly attract Neil back home? Couldn’t be me,

type to leave as soon as he got

to suppress his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem

me in the act? I widened my eyes. “Is there a problem? Didn’t you say it’s okay as long

to make me the one who

I do what you can?!” I

Ada tentatively

past Neil and went downstairs to eat, no

and the dishes were delicious. I finished everything on my plate and saw

good cook. Whoever marries you will

was a bit embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re too

soup, complimenting Ada.

a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada

may head, “You don’t have to be so modest. Your dishes are

with a little

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