NovelEnglishShe had never considered attending the charity banquet as she hadn't shown up in public for years.
Aubree had no confidence to face the reporters.
“Mom,” Jennifer invited her sincerely, staring at her, “Please say yes. We'll attend it together.” Aubree looked into her eyes. Only then did she realize that she had already removed her mask, and her skin had returned to smooth.
Jennifer added, “Alfie and Diana will go as well. Our whole family can show up in public together. We're the organizer, so we should attend it. The reporters look forward to seeing you as well.” The last time Aubree appeared in public was at their wedding. At that time, she was angry and left the scene quickly. Due to the chaos, none of the reporters took her photos.
Therefore, the public's impression of Aubree was still based on the fire several years ago.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I...” Aubree hesitated. “Do you really think | should go?” “Of course.” Jennifer encouraged her. “You'll complete the banquet.” Aubree looked at her son in uncertainty. Ivan nodded at her gently.
“All right. I'll go,” Aubree agreed.
They enjoyed the dinner. Although all dishes were homemade, they were full of happiness, a taste of home.
Later that night.
Finnley knocked off and drove home. His phone rang.
Holding the steering wheel with a hand, he picked up his phone and saw an unknown number. He answered, “Hello?” “When will you come home?” Mya asked.
“I'm on the way home.” He asked, “Why do you have my cell phone number?” “I asked Ivan,” Mya answered. Then she added, “I want banana-flavored milk. Please buy me some fruit, too. I'll wire you the money later. Thanks.” Before Finnley answered, she ended the call, afraid he would refuse.
Finnley put down his phone, concentrating on driving calmly.
Ten minutes later.
He opened the door of his apartment.
Mya saw Finnley entering with two shopping bags. “Thank you so much.” She trotted toward him.
She took the bags from him and asked, “How much do | owe you?” “The receipts are in the bags. Check yourself.” Finnley took off his vest and put it on the rack. Then he washed his hands.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter he walked out of the bathroom, Mya passed him a bottle of milk, “This is for you. On me.” Finnley took it over.
Mya picked another bottle up and opened the lid. After sipping the milk, she asked, “Can | add your WhatsApp? Why isn’t your ID connected to your cell phone number? | couldn't find you.” “Many people like searching for the phone numbers to add the WhatsApp IDs,” Finnley answered, “WhatsApp is too private. | don’t want to be disturbed.” “I see.” Mya nodded. “Less is more. | won't disturb you. I'll wire you the money and the rental. Or I'll feel uneasy staying here.” ‘Uneasy?’ Finnley told her his ID, and Mya added him on her WhatsApp.
She wired the money to him according to the receipts. Then she asked, “How much is the rental?” Finnley looked at her solemnly. “What do you think?” He didn’t expect she had really meant it.
“My parents will return next month, so | have to stay for another 20 to 30 days. How about 2,000 dollars?” Finnley didn’t lack money. In silence, he gazed at her without blinking.
“Not enough? Name it.” Mya blinked with a smile. “I won't bargain.” Finnley cast his eyes down. After looking around the floor, he focused on one spot and asked, “What did I tell you this morning?” “What did you tell me?” Mya was confused, and he was quiet.
Following his gaze, she saw the hair. Suddenly, she recalled his words in the morning. “I've cleaned the floor already.” In disbelief, Mya squatted down to pick it up.
“I don’t want to see a woman's hair in my apartment,” Finnley emphasized again, “If you cannot do it, it'll be useless no matter how much rental you want to pay.”
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