I was the one who suggested eting with Jones, so it was only right that I drove him ho.
Jones was staying in an apartnt arranged by the hospital. It wasn’t too far from where I was renting, but it would still take about half an hour to walk. He was the silent type. And I was feeling down, not in the mood for chit–chat. We hardly spoke during the entire ride.
When we arrived at his apartnt building, Jones didn’t go straight up. Instead, he asked , "Eliana, what if things between Damon and Ariel aren’t as you imagine? Would you change your mind?"
That was almost exactly the question Damon had asked. My answer remained the sa ’No, I wouldn’t. My heart is already full of pain. Changing my mind would only bring more pain."
Jones gave a small smile "True, but if a lot of things turn out to be misunderstandings, and you end up wanting to change your mind, I’ll support you"
"You’d support ?" I was surprised.
He’d said he liked . Why would he support changing my mind?
Jones smiled again "Yes, but before that, I would still pursue you until you were sure of your own feelings." With that, he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Jones waved at from outside the car window. I drove away with a mixture of emotions. Once back ho, I found myself in a daze. Was Jones really so tolerant?
In my past life, he’d been ruthless in his pursuit of Ariel, completely erasing his over twenty years of friendship with Damon, showing no signs of backing. down.
But people changed. Besides, I was not Ariel. I didn’t like it when people fight over .
That night, I didn’t sleep well. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, so I called in sick the next day.
Harry was understanding. He knew I was here only for practice and wouldn’t stay long–term, so he was more concerned about my health. When he found out I was taking the day off, he even offered to bring food. I declined. It felt awkward.
I had breakfast alone, toasting so bread with eggs and ham, and drank milk to make sure my baby got balanced nutrition.
After eating, I went back to bed. I didn’t feel like doing anything or going out Then my phone rang. I answered groggily. "Who is it? What’s up?"
"Nick said he didn’t see you at work this morning and didn’t see you co ho either. What’s going on?" It was Damon on the other end. It sounded noisy around him; he must’ve been outside.
I woke up a bit, glanced at the ti on my phone, then looked outside. It was already evening.
"I took the day off. Just resting at ho today. Nothing special," I said, sitting up. My voice was hoarse from sleeping too long, and my throat felt a bit sore.
"Have you eaten yet?" Damon asked.
"I’m about to get up and eat," I answered nonchalantly and hung up.
I was starting to feel hungry, so I got up to prepare sothing. Opening the fridge, I found almost all the food was gone, and there was nothing I felt like eating I grabbed an apple and started munching, then ordered so food online.
While waiting for my food delivery, Luna called on video. She looked even more radiant and her face was fuller. Her eyes sparkled with energy, and she looked really vibrant. It was clear she was leading a happy married life.
That playboy Mitch had beco very considerate after they got married. He was also dedicated to his work, always rushing ho to be with Luna after work.
"Last night, I called Mitch. He didn’t tell anything more about Damon and Ariel. Do you think I should call him again tonight?" There was concern in Luna’s voice
"No need, I don’t care anymore," I reassured her quickly. "You need to take care of yourself. If Mitch tells you everything, Damon won’t let him off."
Luna wasn’t satisfied. "It’s not just for you, it’s for too. I’m really mad. He thinks Ariel Bitch is just a simple girl. Even if she’s a bit cunning, she’s not bad. That makes ferious I want to give him a piece of my mind. I don’t my unborn child to have a stupid father."
I nearly choked of my apple. After coughing a few tis, I managed to say, "Don’t get so worked up. Mitch is your husband. Don’t you know him? He’s probably been fooled by Ariel’s appearance. Don’t bla him."
"Are all n blind? Can’t they tell a good girl from a bad one? They’re all cunning foxes at work, but in front of girls, they turn into clumsy idiots!" Luna exclaid
After we both vented about Mitch for about ten minutes, Luna suddenly told , "I forgot to tell you, I’m having twins, hahaha..."
"Really?" I was thrilled. That’s great! If it’s a boy and a girl, you’ll have both a son and a daughter at once!"
"Yes, I hope it’s a boy and a girl too. But no matter what the genders are, I’ll still love them. If I have two sons, and you and Sofia each have a daughter, they can marry my sons. Then I’ll be a mother–in– law. If anyone treats your daughters badly. I’ll beat them up!" Luna said excitedly.
As I subconsciously touched my slightly protruding belly, I realized it was hardly noticeable. Probably smaller than so people’s bellies after a al.
"If have a daughter in the future, I’ll respect her choices. Whether she chooses to marry or not, I’ll support her. What’s so great about marriage?" I said with a laugh.
"Yes, I agree. Their marriages should be their own decisions," Luna agreed
Just as we were chatting, the doorbell rang. After saying goodbye to Luna, I rushed to the door.
Damon was there, holding a bunch of takeout. I could already sll the delicious food.
"You didn’t have to do this," I sighed.
"My mom insisted. She said if I ca here, I had to take good care of you, or she’d disown ." Damon walked straight into the living roorn and put the food on the table.
He must be up to his neck in it here too. Since he had already got skin in the ga, he was bound to take care of it himself, not treating it like so small potatoes. That was a feather in Damon’s cap. He was
as steady as a rock when it ca to work, he’d always buckle down and get the job done, and done well at that.
He needed to manage his dostic work remotely and was personally responsible for projects over here, so as one can imagine, he didn’t have a lot ofti to waste.
Just then, Damon opened up a box, inside was grilled salmon. The sll was mouth watering, but my nose, keen as a hound’s, could still pick up the fishy sll. Even though my morning sickness had been easing up, I still can’t stomach the sll of fish.
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