When the light hit her body, she looked lonely and pitiful.
Felix brought the newly heated jujube porridge over. She almost didn't eat much at dinner, just took a couple of bites. Felix felt like he was watching her lose weight day by day.
As if she hadn't heard his footsteps, she rested her chin on her knees, her eyes drooping down to the phone at her feet.
Felix knew that she was waiting for Charlie's call.
After Grandma left, of course, he would not let her face these alone. In the past three days, she would talk to Charlie on the phone. Just like the day when she was in the hospital, she tried very hard to show that she was fine. For several times, he saw the forced smile on her mouth, and then she covered her face with her hands when she hung up the phone...
As painful as it was to lose a loved one, she still tried to hold on, just to keep Charlie from worrying.
Felix unconsciously tightened his hand, and there was an emotion in his chest bumping out. When he noticed it, he was a little panic, because there was a hint of jealousy in those emotions.
Perhaps he should admit that when he saw Charlie for the first time in her house, his heart was already not calm. It's just he had this habitual patience, burying all his feelings deep in his heart and not revealing the slightest, and also because their twelve year age difference, and he had a son...
When the porridge bowl was handed over, Wendy slowly raised her head, but she didn't take it. It seemed that she didn't have much appetite. She just looked out of the window and asked softly, "Felix, at this time, New York should be in the morning..."
"Yes." Felix nodded.
Wendy also nodded and said, "Last night, I heard that he was back at the hotel early last night, and after a couple of nights of hard work in a row, he should finally be able to get some sleep..."
"Don't talk about him! Take care of yourself!" Felix interrupted her with a frown. Looking at her thin chin, he was a little angry about her for only thinking of Charlie.
"Well, I know." Wendy took a deep breath. "When he left, he also told me to take good care of myself."
It was Charlie again...
The jealousy in his chest was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to break out.
Felix put the porridge bowl on the bedside table next to him. When he looked away, his eyes fell on the small pale hand hanging on his side.
"Wendy."
A gentle voice came, and Wendy was stunned.
She lowered her head in a daze and looked at Felix's hand on top of her. She heard his voice again, " Wendy, if I said to you again that I wanted to take you to America, would you agree?"
"Felix..." Wendy raised her head unexpectedly, and hier heart was slightly shocked.
Swallowing her saliva, she saw that the expression on his face was as depressed as his voice.
Felix held her hand tightly and stared at her as if he was afraid of missing every facial expression. "Do you still want to do it?"
"I'm sorry..." Wendy bit her lips.
The light in Felix's eyes seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and it was a bit bitter.
These words had already proved her answer. Fie should have guessed that it would be like this, but he still asked.
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