Chapter 894: Chapter 868: We Probably Won’t et Again in This Life Chapter 894: Chapter 868: We Probably Won’t et Again in This Life Isaac was studying psychology, so he should have already known about Second Brother’s personality traits, but he had been too imrsed in the shadow of that line “I don’t want a baby” and hadn’t analyzed the problem carefully.
Without waiting for Second Brother to speak, he imdiately started analyzing the situation.
“You told a while back that you don’t like kids, but in fact, you wanted to give ti to study and didn’t want to work too hard, right? You’re so good to Zoe, how could you possibly not like kids? How could I be so foolish today…”
With just one sentence from Second Brother, Isaac thought of so much more—that was their tacit understanding.
“Compared to Second Brother… I don’t even know what’s wrong with ,” Isaac said looking at him with guilt.
“It’s okay, it was my oversight. You’ve been under so much stress recently, and I haven’t shared your emotions, even causing you tension. Just don’t jump to conclusions next ti. I couldn’t possibly divorce you, you know that?”
“Mhm!” Isaac nodded vigorously.
Second Brother passed him a fruit plate with pieces cut to identical sizes, arranged today into a little heart.
Was this his awkward way of confessing?
Suddenly, Isaac hugged Second Brother’s neck, nearly spilling the fruit plate.
“What’s wrong?” Second Brother, holding him, felt the intermittent shakes.
Was this crying?
“If you don’t like it, I can make sothing else, just don’t cry!” He hated seeing him cry and wanted to wipe his tears away, but Isaac held him even tighter.
“I don’t want to leave you! I never want to leave you in the future either!”
“No one’s asking you to leave!”
“I have nothing. I have no parents, no relatives; I only have you. Ho is what you’ve given , emotions too are what you’ve given ; without you, I’d have nothing.”
That’s why she was so fearful, that’s why she was so anxious.
“Don’t say that—”
“Let finish!” she didn’t know if she’d have the courage later if she didn’t speak now.
“I know I’ve always not been good enough, and I know other people’s marriages don’t seem like ours. Mrs. Kiara says, marriage should be equal, but it seems I can’t achieve equality with you. I just want to regard you as my salvation, to see you as my god, my heaven, my everything. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be. Just seeing you makes happy, and seeing you angry makes sad!”
She had once tried to be a woman with dignity, wanted to be decisive and formidable like Mrs. Kiara, but she couldn’t.
She just adored Second Brother, liked him to the point of death. She knew her dependence might seem pathetic to others, but she just couldn’t control her extraordinary love for him.
“Please don’t dislike for being like this, I will always, always try my best, until one day I can be worthy of you.”
To outsiders, her affection might seem lowly and common, but who could appreciate her sweet satisfaction, who could feel her joy?
“There’s no need for such a day, you unworthy of —who is?” Second Brother struggled to control his emotions. He had the world’s most valuable treasure—the wholehearted reliance of the woman he loved.
“Can I?” Her eyes filled with tears, she looked at him, feeling her behavior today was immature. Did she really deserve him?
“You can, you always could. You’ve always been here with , always present. I like your dependency, your gentleness, your thoughtfulness; they give a special surge of strength, make braver to charge forward. I think you are the woman tailor-made for by heaven, my unique and beloved. Isaac, I love you…”
Mother Yuno was standing at the door with Zoe in the hot weather, goosebumps all over her body.
Emma!
Was that dazzling array of classic romantic phrases really spoken by her composed second son?
Could it be that the youngest brother of the Yuno family was channeling through him?
“Grandmother, aren’t we going inside? I want to tell Mother I love her too!” Zoe asked innocently.
Although he didn’t understand the aning of Father’s words, they were probably complints for Mother, right?
“Um… your parents might be busy right now, shall Grandmother continue to take you for a walk, is that okay?”
The inside was soundproofed, so she had no idea what they were doing, but as Mother Yuno, who had seen countless ridiculous dramas, analyzed it, surely it was not suitable for children. For the sake of the future generation of the country, she should take the child for a walk!
Kiara brewed a pot of fruit tea and leisurely sat at her bay window, enjoying the quiet ti.
After a quiet spell of being busy, she read a book, refilled her water twice; and as it was getting dark, half a day of leisure ti had passed just like that.
She really should make a little wooden table to set on the bay window so she could enjoy tea at any mont.
What kind of wood should she use… Yellow Flower Pear Wood would be quite nice.
It emits a scent that’s very beneficial for the human body, placing it here, doing nothing but brewing tea and reading books, and if Camden returns, they could even play chess together.
Thinking of wood inevitably reminded Kiara of a man from her past life who had also loved wood, a man in flowing white robes who asked her for tea.
She shook her head; in this life, she was unlikely to et him again.
Purely handcrafted furniture is absolutely different from mass-produced furniture—no nails needed, all constructed using mortise and tenon structures.
A good craftsman values slow and ticulous work. A craftsman’s toolkit is frighteningly large, with at least dozens of tools. Kiara thought about her own consulting work; different people require different approaches, just like how Isaac and Second Brother have issues that aren’t about principles but about communication—the slight guidance should suffice, right?
Isaac and Second Brother, at this mont, must be having a heart-to-heart deep talk, or maybe they’ve already moved the conversation to the bedroom, discussing life, dreams, and perhaps even the birth of new life?
After so thought, Kiara picked up her phone and sent a text ssage to Isaac.
At that ti, having opened up to each other, Second Brother of the Yuno Family and Isaac, embraced in a springti of affection—radiating joy after their heartfelt talk. When Isaac’s phone rang, Second Brother quickly drew back and snatched the phone first.
As expected, it was from the Wicked Lady. What trouble was this woman, who instigated his daughter-in-law to run away from ho, trying to stir up now?
Out of spite, Second Brother opened the ssage, which contained only one sentence.
No two rivers in the world are exactly the sa, just as no love is identical. As long as you are happy. PS: For the first three months, do not share a bed. If necessary, please exercise restraint, Second Brother.
Isaac was touched by the initial sentint; Mrs. Kiara was truly prescient; her summary was spot-on.
No one’s feelings are identical, and there is no template for marriage and love to dictate what is right—comfort in one’s own life is all that matters.
But upon reading the next sentence, Isaac blushed.
“Second Brother, you…”
“I’m going to drink water; you eat the fruits.” Second Brother handed over the fruit plate to Isaac and resigned himself to continue drinking ice water.
Although the Wicked Lady ant well for him and Isaac, Second Brother took note—he was waiting to get even when Kiara got pregnant, intending to treat her with her own dicine!
Of course, he wouldn’t tell Mrs. Kiara these thoughts; this account would naturally be settled through his brother.
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