Chapter 6
I sighed and asked Sofia, “Do you want to have dinner with them?”
Sofia cast a glance at Jamie, who was on the verge of tears, and said nonchalantly, Will kakefund your
Jamie sat in the passenger seat, overjoyed, sneaking glances at me every now and then Wheneve spoke with Sofia, he pouted, but he no longer threw himself on the ground and cried at event thing. He had become much more sensible, but I had never disliked him for misbehaving, and wouldn’t love him for being sensible now.
These days, Vicente had been rushing between Casterview and Prodale. Although Jamie Hart a butter to take care of him, he often came to my restaurant after school, sitting alone at the dining table doing his homework until closing time. Vicente didn’t offer any explanation, and the Buckley family’s butter would arrive on time to pick up their young master after I closed the restaurant.
But in my eyes, ‘they were just trying to gradually soften me up. I wasn’t overflowing with maternal love that needed an outlet.
I agreed to spend Jamie’s birthday with him today was just an opportunity to urge them to beaver.
knew Vicente’s intentions, but I truly had no energy for a psychological game with them Assum as the car stopped, a figure appeared outside the window. It was Kinsley.
“Jamie, I came to celebrate your birthday with you,” she said.
In the end, we didn’t eat a meal together. I hailed a taxi and took Sofia back.
She was still young. An occasional horror movie wouldn’t hurt, but this kind of affair tiramawstum muchh for her.
As we got into the car, Vicente was scowling at the assistant who had revealed them wherealmutts while Jamie threw the cake Kinsley had brought onto the ground. “You drove my mom away.lidiort want to see you anymore!”
Instinctive self–protection was human nature. Even children only remembered what they wanted to remember.
As I closed the car door, Vicente tried to stop me. I saw his lips move. He seemed to be saving “Patricia, don’t go.” But I instructed the driver to take us back.
I had my compassionate side, but I didn’t love Vicente anymore. Yet the nine year affection for him stil resided within me, but like a dead flower, it no longer needed water and wouldn’t sprout again. Yet, li subconsciously wanted to protect it from facing Vicente’s betrayal head–on.
Nine years ago, Vicente and I started dating after sleeping together. I didn’t know if saved him fromm degradation, but afterward, he stopped talking about his mother and returned to school. Smart as he was he created a small program in his junior year and made quite a bit of money.
I couldn’t forget the day he picked me up in his brand–new car. He opened the passenger door and smiled at me, “Patricia, trust me. We’ll get better and better.”
We dated for three years and got married after graduation. I was an orphan, and he lost his mother So we invited Sydney from the orphanage and some friends to a simple meal, turning him from my boyfriend to
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my husband.
As his company flourished, he became busier, giving me more expensive gifts but spending less time with
- me.
My friends warned me to keep an eye on him, but I would just laugh foolishly, remembering his goodnight kiss on my forehead every
nt, no matter how late he came back.
“No, I trust him,” I said.
But he eventually betrayed my trust. Such complete trust might only come once in a lifetime. Once betrayed, it would be gone forever.
