Two people who clearly still care for each other ended up living awkwardly separate lives for so many years because of their pride.
When they think back during the quiet of night, do their hearts ache faintly?
"Let nature take its course."
Nathan Mills sighed, a wry smile forming on his lips, feeling a sense of helplessness. So things he’s tried his best at, and the rest he leaves to fate.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman beside him, expressing gratitude, "Anyway, thank you for today."
The middle-aged woman nodded, eting his gaze, "Then I’ll head off. I hope one day we can all sit down for a reconciliation al."
"If reconciliation happens, it will be thanks to you." Nathan Mills was truly unpretentious and had a big heart. "Please speak well of in front of Carlotta."
"Of course."
After a short chat, Mrs. Huo said, "You get back to your work, no need to see off." Then she turned and left, driving away shortly after.
Old Mills was in the courtyard directing workers to unload flower seedlings, and he also helped with the transplanting.
He could even imagine what the courtyard would look like in one or two months with all the roses blooming.
In the serene ancient town, the sky was gray, hinting that the weather was about to change.
Distant scenery appeared and disappeared, like a vague outline erging from the clouds.
Vera Ford, in the inn, swallowed a large number of white pills, gulping down water to ease her anxiety, gripping the blanket until she cald down.
Once she collected herself, she pushed open the glass door to the balcony again, finding silence from next door, not a sound was heard.
The quiet was uncanny—
Her brow furrowed lightly, she gripped the railing and bravely leaned over the river, craning her neck over the wooden divider between balconies; she saw no one on the adjacent balcony.
Just two plush teddy bears snuggled together on the sofa, seemingly smiling at her.
The curtains were undrawn, the glass door closed, the room was empty.
Vera Ford stared intently and saw two beds!
Her breath caught; she couldn’t help but wonder, is there a twin bed?
Both beds showed signs of having been slept in, so they didn’t sleep together?
For so reason, seeing this scene, a strange happiness blood in her heart, the frown eased away.
At this mont.
After breakfast, Ian Shelby was holding Jocelyn Morgan’s hand, the two strolling through the narrow ancient alley, as if transported to a hundred years ago, far from the city’s bustle.
When spotting a photogenic spot, Ian would turn into a photographer, making Jocelyn the model.
Her joy brought him joy.
In his lens, Jocelyn was sotis elegant, sotis playful, every shot exquisitely beautiful.
"Let see!" She happily ran to him, holding onto his arm, reviewing the photos on the cara as they walked.
"How are they? Aren’t they all beautiful?"
"Yes." She was very pleased, turning adoringly to look at him, "The cara is good, and Dr. Shelby’s photography skills are excellent!"
"It’s mainly because the model is good-looking, right?"
"Hehe."
Because Ian Shelby was usually very busy, if Jocelyn didn’t go to the hospital, it would be hard for her to even see him.
So she especially cherished these days spent with him.
"Shall we go for barbecue later?" Jocelyn asked hopefully, "I want to do a hundred little things with you, and having barbecue in the ancient town is the first."
Authors, are your thoughts always this delicate?
How much ti would it take for him, this busy, to accompany her through a hundred things?
"Dr. Shelby, what are you thinking?"
With an absolute height advantage, he patted her little head, "I’ll listen to you."
Apologies, the author has been studying outside, so updates have been slow, but once this busy period is over, I will definitely work hard on updating, thank you all.
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