Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Abby would put a scarf in his office when it was cold, and he would only put his hand into his chest to keep warm. Abby will cook a bowl of ginger soup for an hour to keep him away from the cold when he has a cold, and can last for a month. And she will only sneer while holding him out to play. While playing, she will say that you will recover without medicine this time, and you will not catch a cold next time! It's so good that you can play with me without money and effort!

Maybe in other people's eyes, Eric is a selfish, willful and domineering woman when he is with Edward. She will never think of Edward or worry about his illness. She will only take him out for a day, and often get worse when she comes back at night.

Although Eric doesn't think so, she always thinks that other people's views are not important. Until one day, the man threw away his hand and shouted at himself. Eric, can't you grow up? Can't you be gentle? Can't you care about me as much as Abby?

She was stunned, just like what she had always thought this man knew, and was suddenly told that he didn't know anything.

Just like she always thought that the indestructible relationship between the two people collapsed at this moment. She wanted to explain, but he roared away after all this and left her alone in the empty big house for a whole week.

That was the longest separation between them. She numbly continued to do what she had done before, but found nothing wrong. She knew she should explain, but her instinct was that the man was just angry for a moment. He would come back to find himself and listen to his explanation, so she waited.

What she was waiting for was that he took another woman in his arm and sneered at her. Eric, look, I don't have to you! From today on, Abby is my girlfriend. You... Were dumped by me!

If you ask her, does it hurt?

Naturally, it hurts.

Do you want to explain?

Of course not.

In the eyes of such a proud person as Eric, it is quite humiliating to turn around and bow your head at this time and beg a man to stay with a humble gesture.

She nodded indifferently and said a word, OK.

Then she calmly went upstairs to pack up. Everything was as calm as if she was just packing up, traveling and going on a business trip. She would come back in a few days.

But that time, she didn't go back.

Not once!

The past was like a long river. Between them, Edward drank coffee. After a while, the coffee in his hand had bottomed out. He never spoke, but his mind always echoed the words Eric just said.

He knows that there are some things he must make clear before the two of them can start over!

He is. What's he going to say? Where to start? They have missed the things that should and shouldn't have happened for so many years. He knows that Eric is still the Eric he used to be. If he tells the whole story, he is afraid that he will be pushed further by her.

"Although I like the signature pen very much, I still have the oldest dip pen in my office. Everyone thinks it may be troublesome to use, but I've never changed it for so many years. "