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Chapter 301

Chapter 301 I Was Somewhat Hungry

I paused for a moment, withdrew my gaze, and nodded slightly, "Hmm, please thank grandma for me.

"Go talk to her yourself," the man spoke, his voice revealing no emotion, only calmly taking out the items from the food box in an orderly manner and placing them on the small table.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't quite figure out what he meant. I remember before returning to River City, it seemed like he had already promised me that he would go get the divorce certificate and also explain the situation to the elders in his family. I thought, since he had promised, he naturally wouldn't want to see me again.

But he suddenly came, which surprised me a bit.

"Don't look at me, eat your food," the man said, expressionless.

I snapped back to reality and, as if possessed, obediently ate the food he brought. It was probably because I was hungry, having not eaten anything for a while, my stomach was completely empty. Fortunately, the food he brought was all light and easy to digest.

I lowered my head and ate quietly, while the man beside me just watched in silence.

After a while, when my stomach was about seventy to eighty percent full, I looked up at him and said, "Thank you."

He looked at me, his expression mild, "Grandma wants to spend a few days at the Springbury resort with everyone next week."

I nodded somewhat blankly, "Hmm."

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He continued to speak, "I wanted you to join me."

I paused for a moment, "I still have..." things to do.

The rest of the words didn't come out, he continued, "If you want to thank her, go with her. If you want to thank me, it's the same."

Huh!

After a brief hesitation, I realized that they wanted me to accompany the old lady to the resort for a few days. It seemed that Emma had mentioned this before, and everyone had been planning to go. I nodded, didn't refuse, "Alright, tell me the exact time, I'll be there then."

After he hummed in agreement, he fell silent.

Having eaten until I was about seventy to eighty percent full, and with the food almost finished, I saw that Walter didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. I glanced sideways at the man sitting on the edge of the bed, wondering how to broach the subject.

Before I could even open my mouth, he turned to look at me. I was taken aback and felt a bit guilty, but he calmly asked, "Want some

water?"

Uh.

I nodded in agreement, "Hmm!"

He rose to pour water, handed me the glass, then sat back down by the bed, quiet as a statue.

About half an hour later, I was full and well-hydrated, lying in bed. The person next to me seemed to have no intention of leaving. I hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Mr. Hinton, are you not busy at

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the moment?"

It wasn't the weekend today either, and the end of the year was upon us again. Didn't he have a lot of things to do?

"I Imm!" With a calm and indifferent word, he responded to me, then the man stopped speaking.

and

I was a bit tongue-tied, the urge to drive people away rose to my lips, but then I swallowed it back down.

Fortunately, my mother arrived, bringing with her a lot of food. Seeing Walter there, she seemed slightly surprised. Perhaps because he had saved me in Draeview, her expression towards him was not as cold as before. After nodding at him, she turned to me and said, "You must be starving. I went home specifically to make your favorite dish. Come and cat."

Leaning on the bed, watching my mother take out the food I usually liked the most, I touched my already bulging belly, almost crying but unable to shed tears. If only I had known not to rush to eat the food. Walter brought.

I really couldn't eat a bite at that moment.

Seeing me sitting on the bed, silently staring at a pile of food without touching it, my mother furrowed her brows, "What's wrong?"

I looked up at her, truly innocent, "Mom, I just ate." After saying that, I glanced sideways at the food box that I had emptied,

Following my gaze, my mother naturally saw the empty lunch box and immediately understood that it was Walter who had brought it to me. Looking at him, my mother said, "Thank you for your trouble." Walter gave a slight nod, his face devoid of any expression. He was a man of few words and reserved. He would avoid speaking if he could

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on a regular day. Even now, when he was expected to exchange a few more subtle words with his mother, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

My mother looked at me, knowing that I couldn't eat either, and fearing that I would force myself and upset my stomach, she prepared to put away the food she had taken out, saying, "You should have told me earlier that Mr. Hinton had brought you some food. What a pity, all this food is wasted."

I pouted, whispering, "I forgot, okay?" It was also Walter's fault for always being here, otherwise I would have told my mother a long time.

ago.

"Auntie Eileen," Walter's deep, restrained voice sounded.

The mother paused, looking back at him in confusion.

Walter looked at her, his expression neutral, his gaze, however, fell on the food his mother had prepared. He spoke, "I'm a bit hungry."