NovelEnglishChapter 325: For their evening meal, Rachel chose a restaurant with a yard, which stirred memories of her grandmother's home-a place of simplicity, warmth, and nostalgia. The yard boasted two inviting deck chairs, perfect for an evening under the stars.
After dinner, they reclined on the chairs, their gazes fixed on the shimmering night sky. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though they had been transported back to their childhood, a tof innocence and ease. Jeffrey's worries seemed to dissipate in this tranquil setting, replaced by a rare sense of calm.
The following morning, Jeffrey was up early, dressed in relaxed clothing. When Rachel got up, he greeted her cheerfully, "Good morning, Rachel. I got you sbread and milk. Have a taste." Rachel glanced down and immediately recognized the bread; it was from her favorite bakery, a place quite far away and always bustling with long queues. Securing that bread typically meant either rising at dawn or enduring a tedious wait; there were no shortcuts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs she held the bread, she was struck by its warmth. “It's still warm,” she murmured, surprised.
Jeffrey rubbed the back of his neck, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. “I heated it in the microwave. Have a taste." "Alright," Rachel replied softly.
Yet, as she clutched the bread, it felt strangely weighty in her hands, and she hesitated, unable to bring herself to take a bite.
Noticing her hesitation, Jeffrey grew concerned. “Please, just try a bite,” he urged gently.
"Okay, I'll eat it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Gathering her strength, she slowly brought the bread to her lips and managed a small bite. But the flood of emotions she had been suppressing suddenly burst forth, and she quickly turned her back to Jeffrey.
Tears spilled silently down her cheeks, each landing softly on the bread in her hand.
Despite the ache in her chest, she forced herself to finish the bread, now damp with her quiet sorrow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs she swallowed the last morsel, Jeffrey broke the silence, his tone hesitant. "Rachel, take your time. I... I think I'll go out and search for jobs." "Going job hunting again?" Rachel's voice carried a note of surprise. After yesterday's string of rejections, she had not expected him to persist. His resilience took her aback.
Full updat3z h3r3: gl.☐☐☐ "I'll cwith you," she said quickly, taking large bites of the bread. Her haste led her to choke, prompting Jeffrey to hand her a glass of water promptly. "Take it easy, Rachel. Slow down, drink smilk... there's no need to rush," he advised, his voice faltering slightly with worry.
Once she calmed her coughing with a few gulps of milk, she caught her breath.
Jeffrey, collecting his thoughts, spoke with a newfound resolve. "You can eat at your own pace. This time, I need to learn to be independent." Jeffrey's words left Rachel with a blend of reassurance and concern.
"Jeffrey, job hunting isn't easy,” she said gently, her tone tinged with m worry. "You might face all sorts of challenges, harsh words, difficult people. Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Jeffrey nodded firmly, his resolve clear. "Yes, I've thought it over. I need ке to do this on my own."
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