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.

told her, feeling a bit drained

headed to

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

out the cello that hadn’t been touched for a long time. Alone, I started playing. The deep, elegant

didn’t realize when Neil had opened the door.

me off. I 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

strings angrily, creating

a divorce then. We can live separately, and I can play the cello

like we can live separately without a divorce,” Neil

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

straightforwardness, his face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave

anger, instead asking me, “Irene, you seem

I widened

who got cheated

do what you can?!”

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

to eat, no longer

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

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

embarrassed. “Ma’am, you’re too kind.”

soup, complimenting Ada.

opening a restaurant, but she is too naive.” Ada talked about her daughter, full

have to be so modest. Your dishes are

“She’s not wrong Sometimes, with a

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