NovelEnglish“Don't cry,” Finnley said seriously.
“I lost my house key. My parents are still abroad and don’t have time to answer my call.” Mya wondered why she suddenly mentioned that and if she wanted to make him pity her.
Anyway, Finnley was the only one who could take her in at this moment.
“So, you want to stay in my apartment before your parents return?” Finnley asked.
Thinking for a moment, Mya looked up at him. “Or what? | don’t have my ID car, so | cannot check into a hotel. | have to.” ‘Have to?’ Finnley was surprised by how aggrieved she sounded. He was the one who had stayed on the sofa the previous night.
Their gazes met in mid-air. Finnley could tell she was getting much better.
Finnley didn’t want to continue their conversation. “You should sleep now. I'm going to the study for a conference call.” Mya nodded.
His receding figure made her feel warm and safe. Although they were in the same apartment, Mya never worried he would do anything to her.
She trusted him as he was always a reliable person.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe returned to the bedroom.
After the conference, Finnley left the study and went to the supermarket downstairs.
He bought some ingredients. Usually, people who disliked green onions preferred cilantro more. Therefore, he purchased some cilantro.
He had also used up the noodles in his kitchen. Mya wanted the noodle bowl for breakfast the following day, so he bought some noodles.
In Finnley’s opinion, Mya was just a child. She was young and childish.
Her parents weren't home. As Mr. Marsh's friend, Finnley didn’t mind taking care of her.
The supermarket would close pretty late, and he could find everything there.
Linda was shopping in the supermarket as well. She wanted to buy some fruit. The scene she had seen in Finley's apartment earlier repeatedly appeared in her mind.
His apartment's interior design and decoration were high-end, so she could tell he was wealthy and had good taste in the living environment.
She couldn't help wondering who that girl was in his bedroom. That girl sounded indeed young.
Somehow, Linda felt jealous.
She walked forward, browsing the items on the shelves.
Finnley was replying to a message with his left hand while holding the cilantro and noodles with his right one.
They bumped into each other.
By instinct, Finnley wanted to help her keep balance. His phone fell to the ground, but he didn't care. “Are you all right?” After Linda stood upright, he recognized her.
“I'm sorry, Mr. Russell.” Linda hurriedly bent over to pick up his phone for him.
Finnley replied while smiling, “I bumped into you. | should be the one apologizing.” Linda pressed her lips in embarrassment.
When she cast her eyes down, she saw the noodles and cilantro in his hand. ‘Hasn't he had dinner in the company already? Will he cook noodles for that girl? He must dote on her.’ Finnley nodded at her and left.
Linda had a sleepless night.
She returned to her rented apartment absentmindedly, trying hard to understand things happening earlier.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA girl was staying in Finley's apartment. Therefore, no matter how hard she tried, Linda didn’t think she would become Finnley's girlfriend.
‘Is that his fiancee?” Recalling Catherine's words, Linda felt her life was full of regrets.
She always believed that a person could only fall in love once in his or her life. If she couldn't grasp this chance, she would only make do with another man in the future.
Finnley slept on the sofa in his bedroom this evening.
He covered himself with a coat while napping to take care of Mya.
Two hours later, he got up and tested her temperature. Evidently, he felt it was lower.
The following morning, dawn broke the day.
A black Volvo was heading for a cemetery in the suburbia of Arkpool City.
After parking the car, Spencer got off with a bouquet. He wore sunglasses and a casual black suit, looking solemn.
He walked along the lane, along which were pine trees and camphor trees. The mist in the morning hadn't faded. The air was sweet.
Birds were chirping, and insects were humming. Spencer was highly familiar with this path as he came here several times monthly.
He paused his pace in front of his mother’s tombstone with her name, Selena Lindsay.
Spencer bent over, put down the bouquet, and intensely gazed at the young woman's portrait on the tombstone. His mother wore a bright smile.
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