Free Web NovelChapter 168: The Past
Editor: Henyee Translations
"What’s wrong? Joan, I’m just concerned about you. Your father asked me to see if there was anyone suitable to introduce to you. He was too shy to say it, so he asked me to ask you. It’s fine if you’re too shy to say it." Sylvia deliberately ignored the angry look on Joan’s face and pretended to be concerned.
"Thank you for your concern, Auntie. It’s okay. It’s just that the person I like has been bewitched by someone else. He hasn’t realized how good I am yet," Joan said while pretending to be nonchalant.
"Joan, you have someone you like? Who is it? Tell me and I’ll help you." Owen quickly asked her.
"No, Owen, I want to get him on my own," Joan said while glancing at Owen.
"Madam Sylvia, Mr. Jacob, it’s getting late. I’m afraid my dad will be worried, so I won’t disturb you guys any longer. I’ll go home first." Before Owen could say anything, Joan stood up from her seat and smiled.
"What’s wrong? Joan, why are you in such a hurry to leave," Sylvia said while glancing at Joan.
"It’s too late, Madam Sylvia. Besides, if I don’t leave, it’s probably not appropriate for me to stay here tonight," Joan said while sizing up Madam Sylvia’s expression.
"That’s true. I forgot that your father is still waiting for you at home alone. Come on, I’ll send you," Sylvia said as she stood up from her seat and walked out.
"Then, Mr. Jacob, I’ll get going first." Joan stood up from her seat, picked up her bag, and followed Madam Sylvia out.
"Joan, you’re a good girl. I hope you can figure things out after tonight. Owen isn’t for you, do you understand?" Sylvia said to Joan while standing outside the door.
"Madam Sylvia, I think you’re actually thinking too much. Brother Owen is already an adult. I think he’ll have his own judgment about whether I’m suitable or not," Joan said while glancing at Madam Sylvia.
"Really? Joan, you’re still young. I don’t want you to make any mistakes. And I like Anita a lot. If one day, Owen or you make any mistakes, then I won’t forgive either of you. Remember what I said," Sylvia said while glancing at Joan.
"Yes, thank you for your teachings, Madam Sylvia. I’ll remember it." Joan nodded and turned to walk out. fгeewebnovёl.com
After Joan left, Madam Sylvia stood at the door and looked at the blooming Banks’ roses in the garden. This was the season when they bloomed.
With the moon in the sky, the entire garden looked very beautiful.
"What is it? What are you looking at?" Owen said as he appeared beside Sylvia. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"It’s nothing. Look, the Banks’ roses in our courtyard have already bloomed. I remember when you were young, when these flowers were first planted, you often had to water them. I didn’t expect them to grow so well now." Sylvia came back to her senses and looked at Owen before glancing at the Banks’ roses in the garden.
Listening to Madam Sylvia’s words, Owen recalled his childhood. At that time, he wasn’t very naughty, and he was even a little introverted. He had very few friends. No one would be willing to play with him except Mia.
Because of that, he spent most of his time at home. He would either fiddle with the various electronic devices at home or play with the flowers and insects in the garden. At that time, these things were his best friends.
"I think you’ve changed a lot since you got together with Anita. I used to worry that you would never overcome your grief over losing Mia. You didn’t say it, but I could feel it."
"Mom, I’m sorry for making you worry. I’ll live my life properly from now on." Owen went forward to put his arm around her shoulder.
"Well, it’s good that you’re like this now. Forget Mia and focus on being with Anita. She’s a good girl." Sylvia couldn’t help but reach out and shake Owen’s hand.
"I will, Mom. Don’t worry. I’m very happy now." Hearing Madam Sylvia’s words, Owen came back to his senses and shook her hand.
"Yes, I know. I’m just worried about what to do if Anita finds out one day. This child is so kind. I feel like I owe her," Sylvia said helplessly again.
"Mom, Mia is in the past. I’ll tell Anita when I have the chance in the future. Don’t worry too much."
Owen put his arm around Madam Sylvia’s shoulder and comforted her. Before she could say anything, he continued, "Let’s go back. It’s cold outside. If you catch a cold, Dad will criticize me again."
