Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Does What We Talked About Still Hold?

her Eileen left, Hector received his exam paper, revealing an almost perfect score…

He looked at the marks on the paper.

His entire being started trembling as if he had fallen into an icy cold cellar.

strong! It’s all my fault! I should have listened to Eileen’s advice. Pursuing a place in Petalburg High School out of vanity was a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have borrowed money from the loan shark and caused my mother’s death. I’m the one who ruined everything.

In the detention room, an eighteen-year-old boy tightly gripped his exam paper and wept in

Sorrow.

Regardless of one’s actions, taking full responsibility for one’s mistakes and paying the price was crucial.

That was an unwritten rule.

When Eileen exited the police station, she saw a remnant of the sunset casting its glow at the end of the old alley.

Right then, snow began to fall from the sky.

Suddenly, she caught sight of a slender young man from the corner of her eye. He wore the same black uniform as her, leaning against the wall with one side of his pants rolled up, revealing his fair skin. A bag hung casually over his shoulder, and he tilted his head back to observe the falling snowflakes.

One actually landed on the tip of his nose and melted right away. His handsome profile resembled a striking sculpture.

His arrogant and defiant silhouette had significantly softened compared to his usual demeanor.

He seemed to be a pleasant guy when he was quiet.

Eileen was the first to break the silence. “Why are you

here?”

Elm straightened his back and walked toward her, tilting his head. “Aren’t you treating me to a meal?”

“That’s why you’ve been waiting here all this time?”

“Mind your own business! Who do you think you are?”

That was his true nature. He could never utter a few kind words without getting irritated,

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showing her a long face.

Eileen turned around and walked away, ignoring him.

Elm strode forward and trailed behind her leisurely.

After walking in silence for a while, neither of them spoke until he eventually asked, “Does what we talked about last time still hold?”

Eileen knew exactly what he was referring to.

“The deadline has passed, so it’s no longer valid.”

“Fine, you heartless creature!”

Actually, Eileen was walking at an extremely slow pace, and he appeared to have deliberately matched his speed to hers.

“One last time!”

Elm said nothing.

“Elm, this is the last time. If you don’t come tomorrow, I won’t wait for you anymore.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and hummed. “Okay.”

And so she had the final say!

The gathering at night was held at Blissorzo.

The interior decor exuded elegance, showcasing an ancient architectural style. The atmosphere was tranquil, rather than noisy.

The wooden door was embellished with intricate carvings, leading into a private room that could accommodate around ten people.

Eileen arrived quite early and ordered a spread ranging from mild to spicy. She had inquired about Paola and the others’ preferences, and most of them favored spicy food, with only a few opting for something else.

Elm was initially with her at the door, but somehow, he disappeared.

She sent him a message, but he did not reply.

The attendance was not complete that night.

Silas exclaimed, “Paola, there’s an array of dishes that I’ve never tried before. I’m definitely

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going to eat a lot tonight

Paola rolled his eyes at him and chided, “Don’t act like you’ve never seen the world before, you’re making a fool of yourself.”

Jasper took the seat next to Eileen and said, “No worries, it’s my first time here too. I haven’t ried the food here yet, but their presentation certainly whets the appetite.”

Eileen had assumed that Jasper would look down on them, considering their difference in social status. It appeared she was mistaken.

As the attendance was incomplete, nobody began eating.

Nigel stood up and poured some lemonade for his friends. “By the way, where’s Elm? Why isn’t he here? He promised he would come to keep us company.”

Paola replied, “Who knows where he’s off gallivanting now. Let him be. If he dies, it’s none of our business.”

Upon mentioning Elm’s name, Eileen cast a cautious glance at Jasper. His face remained expressionless, showing no signs of joy or anger, leaving one to wonder about his thoughts.

Perhaps he did not want to hear Elm’s name being brought up.

Instantly, the atmosphere fell into total silence.

Eileen sensed that something was wrong.

It turned out she was in a difficult situation.

She stood up to pour Jasper a drink, saying, “They serve really good coffee here. Do give it a try.”

“Sure.” The corners of his lips curved up slightly.

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Eileen wasn’t sure if he would enjoy the drink, considering it was just regular coffee, likely not as good as what he was used to.

Will also loved coffee. He always chose the finest quality, with prices reaching four or five figures.

Suddenly, the phone in Eileen’s pocket vibrated. She took it out and saw that she had received a message from Elm.

It was a short message: Something came up, and I won’t be coming.

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Eileen got up and announced, Tm going to make a phone call.”

Go ahead. Jaspers tattooed hand gently rubbed the cup as he spoke.

He had probably guessed what happened, but he did not say a word.

Eileen walked to a quiet corner of the hallway before calling Elm.

Meanwhile, the music blared loudly at Blue Bar.

Elm was there in the smoky venue, surrounded by stunning campus belles from the art school. Some of them were singing while others were playing cards.

On the table before him lay a pack of cigarettes alongside a lighter, with loose change and notes visible underneath. Elm casually tossed out a card.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the person beside him and subtly gestured toward his pocket. The campus belle immediately understood his intention and reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone.

The campus belle pressed the answer button and then held it up to Elm’s ear. “Who’s this?”

Upon hearing the deafening noise in the background, Eileen could tell Elm’s location right

away.

At that moment, it seemed that Eileen had anticipated his absence.

She was concerned that he might not hear her clearly, so Eileen decided to end the phone call and send him a message instead. Are you busy? I owe you a meal, and I’ll make it up to you next time.

After quickly reading the message that appeared on his phone screen, Elm flipped his phone over and continued playing cards with a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

Eric and Vera arrived last, around seven thirty in the evening. However, by Eric’s standards, it was considered early.

Originally, it was meant to be just the two of them, but another person joined them, and it was none other than Yvette!

Yvette walked in gracefully, wrapping one arm around Eric, while Vera followed behind them like their personal attendant.

The moment she entered, Eileen noticed a fleeting expression of jealousy and hurt flash across Vera’s face..

It seemed that Vera had found her match.

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There would always be someone interfering in the relationship, even without Eileen doing anything about it,

Actually, being in love was very simple. It all depended on whether the other person was willing to make sacrifices.

Overall, it was a friendly gathering.

They also had red wine.

The alcohol content was not very high, so it was unlikely for anyone to get drunk.

Eileen wondered if the dishes didn’t suit Jasper’s taste because he barely took a few bites and kept serving her instead.

Yvette was quite assertive in pursuing Eric, creating the illusion that they were a couple, with Vera appearing as the third wheel.

Feeling too full to eat any more, Eileen came up with an excuse to use the restroom in order o give herself time to digest.

s she washed her hands in the bathroom, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, ccidentally leaving the faucet running.

tender image of Yvette and Eric appeared in her mind. She placed her hand on her chest nd found it surprisingly calm.

as everything truly ended between Eric and me?