When I woke up, Zachary had already left.
As if he had never been here.
I busied myself with preparations for returning to China, trying hard to forget him.
The day before moving out, I specially made a small cake to give to the landlady.
When I was looking for a place to live, I posted an ad, and she contacted me proactively.
The house was very new, so new it seemed no one had lived there before. It was
spacious, and I liked the overall layout.
I swallowed and said I couldn’t afford it.
But the price she offered was very cheap.
So cheap that I wondered if there was something wrong with the house.
After she repeatedly assured me there was no problem, I compromised on the ridiculously cheap rent.
She lived in the building next door.
She often made food and brought it over, basically taking care of my dinners and late–night snacks.
She was also very patient in showing me around, helping me quickly integrate into the local area.
She mended the buttons on my clothes and taught me how to make interesting snacks.
As time went by, we really felt like we were relying on each other for survival.
When the landlady came to open the door, she was on the phone. She froze when she saw me standing there with the cake.
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saw me standing there with the cake.
Then, I heard Zachary’s voice coming from the phone:
“Mm, you’ve done well these two years. I’ll give you another sum of money after she
returns to China.”
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Then the call ended.
I silently stared at this woman who had cared for me like a mother.
In the living room, the woman smiled at me.
“I was indeed sent by Mr. Goodwin. He contacted me before you came here. The Goodwin family also has businesses in this area, and I’m the housekeeper for their properties here.”
“Then the house you rented to me…”
I seemed to realize something and asked tentatively.
“That house… was also bought by Mr. Goodwin before you came. He specially chose one close to your school, with good environment and decoration. The interior was even personally arranged by Mr. Goodwin bit by bit.”
With each word the middle–aged woman said, my heart skipped a beat.
All the thoughts gradually converged into one line.
No wonder when I first saw that house, I liked it immediately.
Whether it was the decoration style or the sofa, bed, and appliances inside.
They were all things I liked.
Sofa?! Bed?!
I remembered when I was at Zachar
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I remembered, when I was at Zachary’s house before, I had said his sofa was too soft,
and so was his bed.
It wasn’t comfortable and made my back hurt.
But the firmness in this house was just right.
I had also told him that I liked warm–colored decorations, which would make it look very
cozy.
And this house was so cozy that once you entered, you didn’t want to leave.
“What else?”
I looked at her and took a deep breath.
The middle–aged woman rubbed her hands:
“Also, the meals I made for you were all planned by a nutritionist.”
“The cakes I sent you on your birthdays these two years were actually made by Mr.
Goodwin himself when he came.”
“I also reported your dining habits and late–night activities to him every day.”
Listening to her continuous words, I felt an inexplicable wave surge in my chest.
Wave after wave, unstoppable.
After the middle–aged woman finished speaking, she paused for a few seconds, then
looked at me with a pleading expression:
“You promised to keep this a secret. Mr. Goodwin repeatedly warned me not to let you
find out. So…”
I smiled stiffly:
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Zachary.”
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