Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 11

This game was getting more and more interesting.

I gingerly picked up the supplement, took a classy sip, but the next second, it was all coming back up because it was so bitter. I had no idea when Neil came back. He was standing at the door changing his shoes. When he saw me throwing up, his look clearly screamed, "gross."

In a frosty voice, he said, "If you can't drink it, don't."

"Why are you so nosy?" I wiped my mouth, finding Neil's recent behavior strange. "You're back again, why?"

He loosened his tie, rough yet handsome.

"This is my home too. I can come back if I want, any problem?" Neil sat across from me, answering with a poker face.

"Oh, right." I nodded and went back to my supplement.

But this stuff was just too bitter. I could handle black coffee without sugar, but this was another level. I threw it up again before I could swallow, this time with more force, some even splashing on Neil's face and shirt. His expression turned icy, glaring at me.

The bitterness of the medicine left me speechless. Seeing the droplets hanging from Neil's eyelashes, I rushed to wipe his face with a tissue, just out of courtesy. Neil grabbed my hand and threw it off. His disgusted look froze me. My heart filled with bitterness.

"I'm sorry, it is just too bitter." I tried to keep calm, throwing the tissue on the floor.

Neil didn't answer. He just got up and went upstairs to change. Then Ada walked in. She started cleaning up the mess swiftly, more diligently, and thoroughly than anyone else.

"Ada, you can prepare dinner now," I told her, feeling a bit drained after she finished cleaning.

Ada nodded and headed to the kitchen.

I pinched my nose and finished the rest of the supplement. I knew that eating more wouldn't help; I needed to take care of my body to get healthy.

After finishing the supplement, I went upstairs and into the music room. I took off the dust cover and pulled out the cello that hadn't been touched for a long time. Alone, I started playing. The deep, elegant sound filled the room.

I lost myself in the music, reminiscing about the past. I didn't realize when Neil had opened the door. "You're so noisy." He complained.

I was already thinking about stopping, but his words just pissed me off. I remember in my past life, I put away my beloved cello because he said it was noisy. Now that I thought about it, no wonder Stella and the others called me stupid.

I plucked the strings angrily, creating a shrilling noise. Neil frowned.

"Let's get a divorce then. We can live separately, and I can play the cello without disturbing you." I gently put down the bow, speaking softly.

"It looks like we can live separately without a divorce," Neil responded sarcastically.

"Then why are you back?" I was just as confused. What could possibly attract Neil back home? Couldn't be me, could it?

Neil seemed to struggle with my straightforwardness, his face getting darker. He was usually the type to leave as soon as he got upset, then would dial a number, and found a place to chill.

But he seemed to suppress his anger, instead asking me, "Irene, you seem not to want me to come back. Got a new lover?"