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.

I told her, feeling a bit drained after she finished

and headed

finished the rest of the supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn’t help; I needed

pulled out the cello that hadn’t been touched for a

lost myself in the music, reminiscing about the past. I didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door. “You’re

remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was noisy. Now that I thought about it, no wonder Stella and the others

creating a shrilling noise.

We can live separately, and I can play the cello without disturbing you.” I gently put down the bow, speaking softly.

like we can live separately

back?” I was just as confused. What could possibly attract

face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial

his anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem not to want

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

who got cheated on?”

what you can?!”

a standoff, Ada tentatively interrupted, “Mr. Whitmore, ma’am, dinner is

past Neil and went downstairs to eat, no longer wanting to torture my body because

I finished everything on my plate and saw

Ada, you’re such a good cook. Whoever marries you will be very lucky.” I took a sip of

a bit embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re

soup, complimenting Ada.

daughter also likes my cooking. She always suggests opening a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada talked about her daughter, full of

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

a little luck,

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