NovelEnglish“Mom,” Spencer muttered, “Aubree Marsh apologized to me. | just want to let you know.” Then he fell into silence.
The mountain breeze disheveled his hair.
After a long while, he continued, “Mom, | want to reconcile with her. | hope you can understand.” He had thought for a long time before making the decision. “Recently, I've experienced life and death with Ivan Marsh together. We both have new thoughts for our lives.” “Our lives are short. We shouldn't be impacted by or should burden by the grudges from our last generations. We cannot do anything, either.” With a smile, he added, “Probably, letting go is the best ending.” “Mom, | don’t feel lonely anymore.” Spencer thought of Alfie and Diana, his smile becoming broader. “It's so good to have a family.” After speaking the words from his heart, Spencer left soon.
He never stayed in the cemetery long. However, he frequently visited here, about four times a month.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile , in Finnley’s apartment, Mya went to the couch in the living room in a white shirt with messy hair. Her body temperature had been brought down, and she looked spirited.
Finnley was sitting on the sofa while holding his arms across his chest. His eyes were closed, so Mya wondered if he was sleeping.
‘Did he sleep like this for a whole night?" Mya didn’t see any creases on the other seat of the cough, so she could tell he hadn't lain down.
While she was shocked and confused, Finnley snapped his eyes open. “Argh!” He was shocked by her look. Then he instantly sobered.
His yell freaked out Mya.
Glaring at him, she snapped, “What are you doing?” She reminded him of a ghost in the horror movie--messy long hair, wearing a white shirt, and standing in silence.
“Go check on yourself in the mirror.” Finnley looked calm but still had a lingering fear.
Mya stood before him and asked, “Did you sit here for a whole night?” “Or what?" He stared up at her. “My waist hurts if | lie down.” “How come? You are too young.” Covering her growling stomach, Mya asked hesitantly, “I want to have the noodle bowl. Are you still willing to cook for me?” Finnley bought the noodles and cilantro the previous night for her breakfast.
“You can stay in my apartment.” He stood up and added expressionlessly, “You are forbidden to browse my closets or cabinets.
After using something, you must put it back in its original place. Also, you must clean the hair on the floor and in the bathroom.” ‘My hair?" Mya bowed her head to take a look. Sure enough, she saw her hair on the ground.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore she answered, Finnley entered the kitchen.
Mya found a tap, squatted down, and cleaned her hair. She stayed in Finnley’s apartment, so she must obey his house rules.
Shortly after, she got a little hair on her tape.
While she bent over to look for more, a noodle bowl with an appealing smell was served on the dining table. Watching Finnley take off his apron, Mya was surprised and asked, “Just one bowl? Don't you want to have breakfast?” “I need to deal with some errands. Will be late.” Finnley calmly washed his hands, returned to the bedroom to fetch a suit vest, and changed his shoes at the door.
“What about my fingerprint?” She hurriedly followed him. “I can’t stay in your apartment without going out for a whole day. Do you have a key?” Finnley finished putting on his shoes and darted at her.
She started at him pitifully and cheekily in silence.
Finnley had to enter the administrator's password and add her fingerprint. While he entered the passcode, Mya suddenly said, “No worries. I'll pay the rent.” Finnley looked up, and she plastered a smile.
The system informed them the fingerprint had been entered successfully. Finnley left.
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