Chapter 18 Confession
Knowing Brenton''s position, I felt much more rxed. Interacting with him, I gradually returned to the mode of old friends.
The two children liked him very much.
Magic, Rubik''s Cube, even homework... Once I couldn''t do it, I would shout loudly, "Brenton! Brenton! Help me take a look!"
I would asionally correct their way of addressing him: "You should call him Uncle Brenton."
Song Shen said it''s okay, calling like this is friendly.
He never made it clear that I was Grace, as if me and my children were just new friends he had met and got along with while he was abroad.
My yard was a yground, with many toys on it, such as seesaws and toy cars, mainly for children to y with.
Brenton''s yard was mainly filled with green nts, whether it was phoenix trees, roses, or fish tanks with small fish, all of which I liked.
At first nce, it looked like a desert and an oasis.
When the children were ying in the sandpit, he liked to invite me over for a cup of coffee.
The sunlight poured down from above, making people feel that time was peaceful.
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Later, we dismantled the fence.
The ce where I yed the piano, apart from my music. room, was his yard. "Do you like it?"
As the song ended, Brenton''s voice came from behind.
I was startled, and my face, neck, and ears became hot.
He ced the coffee on the table next to him, as if he hadn''t noticed my flushed cheeks. He sat on the wicker chair, elegantly crossing his legs, and watched the two children ying in the yard next to us.
"I really liked it," he said, his gaze distant, as if his eyes were fixed on a child or a handful of sand in a child''s hand, and he continued speaking to himself like that.
"I had thought about this kind of life many years ago, leisurely afternoons, a yard filled with roses,zy little cats, children ying freely, and beside them..."
He paused for a moment, his gaze turned towards me, with deep emotions. "Beloved girl."
I suddenly panicked and became confused...
filled
Could I pretend that I didn''t hear this sudden confession?
Sure!
I pointed my bow and pen at the ragdoll cat.
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"How popr is your cat here? What do other people call him? Don''t you have any idea?"
"Tiger! Tiger! Who hasn''t been bullied by it as a pet around here? How many people have been looking for you during this time, why don''t you tell us?"
Not only did I look for him, but I also apologized for him andpensated for him many times with my two children.
Brenton looked at me and smiled, his gaze soft as if it was about to melt.
I suddenly felt ufortable again.
Fortunately, he quickly averted his gaze.
Fortunately, the ragdoll cat suddenly pped and jumped to the side of therge water tank, sshing water with a bang, startling the fish to leap with the water.
I thought for a moment and put the bow on the string.
I yed the song "Sunlight".
Your eyes were filled with time.
Behind you, stories were woven.
In this life, I counted the passing years like a dreame true.
"Writing together with you, witnessing the changes or the sea and thend..."
The yful ragdoll cat, with its legs crossed, watched the children''s Brenton who was building sandcastles.
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The tall phoenix tree soared into the sky, and the blooming pink roses resembled the clouds on the horizon.
There were two cups of coffee on the table, one was his and
one was mine.
This was my fleeting light, my passing years.
The children liked Brenton, not only liked ying with him, but also repeatedly brought Brenton into our lives.
Pleasee to our house for dinner, Brenton, and witness my not-so-great cooking skills. I urged Brenton to show off his culinary skills.
So, Brenton often wore an apron and cooked for us.
Please ask Brenton to hold a parent meeting for them and tell the other students that he is their father!
Please Brenton, tell them a bedtime story, kiss them goodnight...
"Sorry, the two children were too clingy!"
I stood in the hallway, apologizing to Brenton for the Nth time and also expressing
my gratitude.
He lowered his gaze and looked at me.
The dim light, ambiguous atmosphere, and silence all around.
"It''s okay."
He spoke softly, but his fingertips traced along my wrist, sping my palm,
intertwining our fingers.
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This was the first time he had been so proactive, and I couldn''t help but take a
step back, my heart pounding.
He took a step forward and trapped me between him and the wall.
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