Trapped In Lace

Celia was different.

Rachel was a little envious of Celia, who was as unstoppable as a moth darting toward a flame and just as capable of sacrificing everything for love.

After a few seconds of silence on her part and continuous sighs from Celia, Rachel slowly gathered her thoughts and asked, "Why did she ask you to go to the cafe tomorrow?"

"When I came out, I wasn't in the mood to continue shopping, so I wanted to go back. But then, she followed me out and called out to me."

Celia looked up at her with eyes full of bewilderment. "She said that she would meet me in the cafe tomorrow and that she had something to tell me. Rachel, what should I do?"

Rachel didn't know how to deal with this kind of situation.

After thinking for a while, she patted Celia's hand and said, "Just take it easy. Don't be nervous. I think the most important thing is to not make her think that you are afraid of her."

In the afternoon, the cafe tended to be extraordinarily empty, with only a few white-collar workers rushing in to take away a few cups of coffee and leaving in as much of a rush as their entry.

Standing at the door, Celia took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She kept telling herself not to be nervous and afraid, but she couldn't keep her hands from trembling.

"Why are you standing at the door? Come in!"

Marcus' mother suddenly said from behind her. Celia nodded, but didn't dare to look over her shoulder.

She wanted to take a seat in the hall, but Mrs. Ji

ood with handling people, but she didn't expect that he could tame her aunt.

During dinner, her aunt regaled them with her adventures during her recent trips overseas. Jack expressed some of his opinions and his own experiences, earning him her aunt's praise. When it was time for them to part ways, she kept saying, "Jack, come to see me often when you have time and talk with me."

"I will, Aunt Linda. We will come and see you again as soon as we have time." Jack smiled warmly at the older woman.

Rachel looked at Linda's inscrutable glance, and she didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. "Jack, do you think my aunt is like a child now?"

"People who are sick may show behavioral changes."

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Tonight, he tried to steer the conversation to something that had happened many years ago. However, Linda didn't seem to recall any of it.

He had sent someone abroad to inquire about her injury, but she had been flying all over the world in the last few years, so it was impossible to completely investigate her condition. Perhaps no one knew about it except herself.

In the Fu family's mansion, the lights were usually turned off at about nine o'clock in the evening. That night, uncharacteristically, the lights were still burning past that time.

In the study, Jonathan picked up his second cup of coffee, took a sip, and asked in a low voice, "Who did you say was back?"

"Linda Shen, Rachel's aunt," Jack answered in a sonorous voice.