Chapter 104 Too Late to Make Amends
Consider it a wedding gift for her.
Owen had Elsie prepare some walnut wood and the tools for carpentry.
Finished
Before long, the hospital room was cluttered with wood and equipment. Saws, nes, and piles of materials everywhere.
Owen gripped the saw, bracing one foot against <b>the </b>nk, cutting through the wood stroke by stroke.
<b>Initially</b>, there was <b>nothing </b>notable, except his hand <b>was </b>injured. And every time he exerted force, the fresh wound would seep through the gauze, staining it a deep crimson.
“Owen, your hand… It’s bleeding. Elsie’s eyes widened in shock, tears welling up immediately.
She rushed forward, snatching the saw from his <b>hands </b>and clutching it to her chest. “If you’re doing this because you’re worried Yunice is mad at you… then I’ll give the jewelry box back to her! There’s no need for you to hurt yourself like this!”
Tears streamed down her face. <b>Even </b>Owen’s eyes reddened at her words. But he simply took the saw back from her trembling
hands.
“I know Yunny,” he said quietly. “She <b>has </b>her pride. Once she gives something away, even if it ends up discarded, she’ll never take it back. I’ll <b>just </b><b>make </b>her a new one.
Elsie tried to grab the <b>saw </b>again. Then let me help! I’ll do it. You can just tell me <b>what </b>to do, okay?”
Owen gave her a grateful smile, but <b>his </b>grip didn’t loosen. “Elsie… if only Yunny were as understanding as you.”
Then, he went back to sawing the wood.
Elsie was frantic, unable to talk him out of it. Thankfully, Paul arrived just then..
Seeing him was like seeing her savior. “Paul! Please, say something to my Owen. He insists on making a jewelry box for Yunice, even with his hand like this!”
Owen’s voice <b>was </b>calm but resolute. “No need to persuade me. Yunice resents me now… but as long as I finish this jewelry box, she won’t stay <b>angry</b>.”
<b>Paul </b>knew Owen well. He was stubborn to the bone. Talking <b>him </b>down would be useless. So, he turned to Elsie. “Stay here and keep an eye on him. I’ll go bring Yunice over.”
“What?” Elsie’s face fell. She <b>was </b>not keen on letting Paul and Yunice have a moment alone together, but there was little she could do.
Paul did not find Yunice in her hospital room. Instead, he spotted her in a corner of the hallway, whispering on the phone. <b>She </b>was <b>calling </b>her <b>school</b>, <b>making </b>arrangements to sit for the uing entrance exams:
By the time she hung up, she <b>had </b>not realized that Paul had silently rolled his wheelchair right up behind her. When she turned to leave, <b>she </b><b>stumbled </b>over it and fell helplessly into his <b>arms</b>.
Even before her body touched him, her light fragrance wafted up, making Paul’s tightly furrowed brow <b>case </b>ever so slightly.
Yunice frowned, immediately trying to push herself up, but Paul held her shoulders down, his voice cold. “<b>Am </b>I that unbearable to <b>you</b>?”
She shoved him away hard. “Show some respect. By <b>seniority</b>, you should be calling <b>me </b>‘Aunt.”
The word ‘Aunt stung like a p, leaving Paul with <b>an </b><b>expression </b>that defied description.
He sneered faintly. “Sounds like you’re quite satisfied with this marriage. But do you really <b>know </b>Wyatt? Do you <b>know </b><b>what’s </b>
Chapter 104 Too Late to Make Arpends
Paul stared at her in disbelief. She knew, yet the still agreed to marry him?
in Yunice had not expected her guess to hit so close to home.
So it was true. If you really loved another woman. And I’m nothing more than a convenient front.
Finished
Paul Paul? Where are you? Elsie finally caught up, her voice sharp with impatience. She nearly missed seeing them. <b>Paul </b>and Yumice were standing far too close together.
Vince shot Paul a nce. She did not want trouble. <b>So</b>, before Elie could see more, she turned and left
Paul’s voice called out from behind her. “Go see Owen. He’s not in a good ce right now”
Not in a good <b>ce</b>…
Hallway to her room, Yunice changed direction. She went to Owen’s room anyway.
Elsie was gone. Only Owen remained, sweating as he struggled with the saw, staining the pale walnut wood with droplets of blood
the doorway, watching the blood gather in his palm and fall, drip by drip, onto the <b>wood</b>.
She stood at th
Perhaps sensing someone at the door, Owen paused. He looked up at her.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. They were separated by distance, but even more so by the cold wedge driven
between them
His eyes flickered with uncertainty. After a pause, he tried to exin. “I was going to make you a new jewelry box. From
rosewood…
He <b>was </b>about to exin that the rosewood tree could not be transported back yet, <b>since </b>Elsie’s asthma had not fully recovered…
But <b>Yunice </b>cut <b>him </b>off. “I don’t need it.”
Owen froze. She wouldn’t even ept my apology?
Yunice’s voice wasced <b>with </b>sarcasm. “<b>You </b>think doing this… is going to make me happy?”
Owen’s brow furrowed, clearly unhappy with her pointed, rhetorical tone.
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