The Sweet Rival (Mango Shen and Nathaniel Ye) novel Chapter 145

Thomas kept shivering with cold, he put on his coat hurriedly, and said directly, "Is it winter inside?"

"It's an imitation of winter time based on biology."

Mango said faintly, and she had already lifted her foot and walked inside.

Thomas didn't quite understand what Mango meant, but he didn't ask too much and followed her in directly.

There were many different kind of breeds of plum blossoms here in this garden, there was even green plum blossoms here. Obviously, Nathaniel had really taken a lot of effort.

The fragrance of plum blossoms was so strong that it made people feel refreshed.

As Mango was strolling in the plum blossom forest, her heart was melting little by little.

At the end of the forest, there was a painting house.

Mango walked forward and gently pushed open the door of the painting house, and a fragrant smell came right to her nose.

There were plum blossoms planted in the pots, which were even more exquisite than the natural plum blossoms outside.

Mango looked at the painting hung in the painting house and felt they looked more or less familiar.

All of a sudden, her eyes turned red. It was her work when she just started to learn painting at the age of four. In fact, it was not even an artwork. It was just graffiti. But how did Nathaniel have it?

Mango came to the painting and looked at the mark left by herself on the top. She was sure this was the painting drawn by her in the past.

Looking all the way to the north, there were her art works when she was five years old, seven years old, eight years old, and even the painting that had been awarded at the age of twelve. The timeline went on all the way until Mango graduated from college, this place almost collected all the art works she had in her life.

Nathaniel had people frame all of these paintings, with not even one speck of dust on them.

Mango could no longer hold back her tears.

What a silly man, how come he had never told her about this?

"Did Nathaniel come here often over the past five years?"

Mango's voice was a little low.

Thomas nodded and said, "Yes, in the beginning, Mr. Ye often stayed here alone and didn't let anyone stay with him. Later, he came here once a week and nothing could stop him. However, every time he came, Mr. Ye came here alone and even I was not allowed to follow him. He said that this was his private space and no one was allowed to step on it. Today, I came here with you. I am not sure if Mr. Ye would be unhappy later."

"No, he won't." Mango smiled gently, and affection filled between her eyes and brows.

As she visited the whole painting house, she felt like she had gone through her entire life.

Although Nathaniel never set up a grave for her, yet he tried to memorize her and miss her in this way. If such deep feeling was not counted as love, then what was love?

Mango slowly observed them and looked at them carefully.

After passing through the painting house, there was a bedroom behind it.

A wedding dress and a Chinese-style costume were hung in here.

Mango could recognize that it was the wedding dress she wore when on the day she got married. Back then, Nathaniel brought this wedding dress from abroad by plane. Although the wedding ceremony was done very hastily, Nathaniel had never missed anything that he intended to give Mango.

She heard that this wedding dress had been designed by a famous designer in France. Nathaniel had ordered it a long time ago.

Perhaps it was not prepared for Mango in the beginning, but she was the one who finally put it on, and then it became her wedding gown, her wedding dress.

And that Chinese style costume had been chosen by Mango herself. The collar was open, and it had a very classic style, it looked elegant and dignified. She came to the front of the gown and touched it gently, as if she could steel feel the temperature on it.

Behind the gown hung a white tuxedo, which was worn by Nathaniel in that year. Mango personally bought it for him.

Now, the gown was hung here, and behind it, hung a horizontal board with a few golden big characters on it in the center of the hall.

"A good romance lasts for a hundred years!"

Mango's nose felt sore and she could no longer hold back her tears.

The moment she held his hand, she would grow old with him, that was the only thing on her mind when she married Nathaniel in that year. Five years ago, she thought that Nathaniel had betrayed her and then she began to hate this man. However, she never thought he would memorize their marriage and their affection in this way during the past five years.

Mango saw two rings placed on the table in the main hall. They were their wedding rings.

At that time, Mango left the ring, but she didn't expect that Nathaniel still kept it.

Underneath the rings was their marriage certificate.

The marriage certificate was no longer new, and its corners were even a little worn. She could tell that someone was constantly touching and flipping through it.

Mango took it out and looked at it. The familiar face made her in tears. Suddenly, it seemed that she had thought of something, Mango took out the photo from her sleeve.

It was taken out of the Hans family. It was the woman on Dennis's easel. It was a yellowed photo. But strangely, she looked exactly the same as Mango's original face!

How could there be such a person that resembled her so much in this world?

Most importantly, if there was any relationship between that woman and Dennis, she would probably around the same age as Mrs. Shen.

Mango was a little uneasy.

Was that woman related to her?

How could they look so alike?

If she said those were actually the same person, no one would probably doubt. But in fact, she had nothing to do with this woman.

A flicker of doubt flashed through Mango's mind.

She had never heard that she was not a child of Shen family, and she had never heard of any interaction or even relationship between Shen family and the Hans family. Then how come this photo look so much like her?

Mango could not figure it out.

She put the photo away again.

This place was full of her breath. Even if she was not here, each flower, grass, tree, and plant here was all decorated according to her preferences.

Instead of being Nathaniel's private cemetery, it was more like a private space specially built for her.

Mango sat in the room. Although it was extremely cold, her heart felt warm and her blood was boiling.