Chapter 67
Chapter 67
“Mom, we’ve already taken it.” I tried to shake off some inappropriate images from my head to avoid blushing unintentionally.
Faith seemed skeptical, “Really?”
So, I detailed the whole process of getting the medicine, changing it, and taking it, every word truthful, to reassure her.
However, I didn’t tell her about the intimate acts between Neil and me.
“That’s good, just keep it up for a while, you will definitely give birth to a healthy baby.” Faith showed a smile, and suddenly added, “It would be even better if it’s a girl.”
Sometimes I really found Faith likable. She was considerate of others‘ feelings, afraid of hurting mine.
It was weird, after rebirth, I found Bonnie really beautiful, Faith really cute, even Russel, the cold man, I discovered his warm side, and Neil, he’d changed a
lot too.
If this continued, will things get out of control?
“Irene, don’t stress yourself, let nature take its course with the baby. We sometimes can’t help but mention wanting grandchildren, don’t take it to heart.” Seeing me in a daze, Faith thought I was worried about the whole baby thing.
I shook my head repeatedly, “Mom, I’m not worrying about it, of course, I hope to have a baby soon too.”
Actually, that was not the case, I absolutely can’t have a child with Neil, otherwise, I might continue this hopeless marriage for it. A child with a father who had another woman in his heart won’t be happy.
After I divorce Neil, Bonnie will help me fulfill Ryan and Faith’s wish, so there was no rush.
After chatting for a while, we went downstairs, Neil was back in the living room, amusing his nephew. He lifted the toddler onto his shoulders, holding onto his little hands making flying gestures, running back and forth; the child’s laughter was adorable.
I was a bit dazed, as if I could see what Neil would look like as a father. He seemed to enjoy being around children and would probably be a good dad. But, he was not going to be the father of my child.
“Let’s go shopping.” Faith pulled me and a few other women to go shopping.
As for the little nephew, he was left to the men at home.
I volunteered to drive, Faith in the passenger seat and the others in the back, but there was one seat short, so an aunt followed in her own car.
Five women headed out together, Faith chatted with the others along the way, suddenly she seemed to find something, so she bent down to pick it up from under the seat. I took a glance, it was an earring. It was delicate, but you could tell it wasn’t expensive.
Faith looked at the earring and earring.
She said nothing but put
at
my ears, I was wearing diamond studs today, worth around $13,000, completely different in texture from that
earring into her bag. This was Neil’s car, and she knew what was going on.
Faith was not particularly fond of foreign luxury brands; she preferred high–end domestic brands, as their designs suited her taste. The aunts were also around her age, preferring
ring mature styles, so I accompanied them to some domestic brand stores.
I sat on the couch, sipping coffee while watching the models. Though they were younger than Faith, their figures were similar, they wore dignified and elegant clothes for Faith and the a aunts to choose from.
“Please bring me that coat.” Suddenly, Faith spotted a snow–white coat. The collar was also white fox fur, and it looked very warm. The buttons were gemstone round buttons, with an elastic waist, it looked both elegant and grand.
I thought Faith was buying it for herself, but she made me try it on after she got it, “You’ll look great in it.”
I didn’t refuse, and took off my own coat and put on the one Faith liked. The snow–white, soft fox fur made my face look smaller the tightened waist accentuated my figure, I was even amazed by my reflection in the mirror.
“You look great in it.” Faith looked at
“Thanks.” I replied with a smile
me,
, her face full of smiles.
Afterward, they continued to shop in other stores. While waiting for them, I took a selfie and posted it on Facebook: “The coat Faith bought for me, do you like it? I love it.”
I really liked it, just not sure if Bonnie would like it.
Surprisingly, the first one to comment was Russel: “Not bad, where’s my Boomer?”
I replied: “Don’t worry, Boomer is well taken care of at home.”
Russel: “That’s good, don’t let him eat too much, he’s a bit greedy.”
I replied with an OK hand emoji,
Russel: “Where’s Neil?”
Seeing more and more comments, I was speechless, so I messaged Russel privately: “Do you have to chat with me in the comments? If Neil sees this, he might give me a hard time.”
Russel: What’s the difference?”
I laughed: “What’s the difference between bathing at home and bathing on the street?”
Russel didn’t reply anymore, and when I checked Facebook again, his comments were deleted.
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Chapter 67
“Irene, let’s go home, I’m tired from shopping.” Faith finally finished shopping and said to me full of satisfaction.
“Okay.” I put away my phone, took the shopping bags from Faith, and followed them out.
When we got home, it was already late.
It’s been a while since I’ve shopped like today. When I went out with Stella and others, we usually went straight to our destination, and we rarely walked.
So, my legs were a bit sore, I planned to sleep after a shower. Just as I was about to sleep, I heard Neil answering the phone, his voice deep and gentle: “It’s okay, I’ll handle it.”
Then the sound of the door opening. I suddenly woke up, ran to the balcony, and saw Neil’s car lights turn on, disappearing into the snowy night.
Ryan and Faith probably didn’t know Neil left in the middle of the night. lit was quiet. My phone started ringing. It was a message from Neil: “I have something to deal with. You stay here for a few more days, and I’ll come to pick you up.”
Judging by his tone on the phone, I guess it might be something about Bonnie. Looking at the message, my feelings were indescribable. He was not giving me the cold shoulder like he used to in my past life anymore. He dropped me a message, hinting he’d got some feels for me. But then he was up in the wee hours, all worried about another gal.
While my thoughts were all over the place, Oscar pinged me with a message: “That dress looks really good.”
It lightened me up quite a bit, I shot back: “Haha, thanks for the compliment.”
Oscar: “It’s not a compliment, it really looks good. Irene, don’t you realize how beautiful you are?”
