Chapter 64
“Yes,” Gordon said.
He did not even hesitate while answering. His answer made Mayra feel that it was all worth it.
Gordon went out, and soon after that, her blanket was covered with snack crumbs.
There were all kinds of things, from cookies to potato chips, but she knew that he wouldn’t mind at all.
“Mayra.” Mayra looked over at the doorway when she heard the voice. Emily walked in. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she wore a long dress. She was average–looking at best.
What
“Emily? What are you doing at Gordon’s house?”
Emily smiled and sat down in front of her. “My house is being renovated, so we moved. We just happened to move next door to Gordon.”
She continued, “It’s been a while since then. I just came to get some food. What about you? Did something happen to you at home?”
Mayra remembered that Emily had been Gordon’s wife in her past life, and she felt rather unhappy. She even felt guilty, so she looked away. She didn’t want to tell Emily about her personal matters either. Mayra didn’t know what to say, so she kept silent.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk. Come and have lunch. It’s ready. And if you keep eating those snacks, you won’t have any appetite left. Are you going to eat more? If not, I’ll clear them away. If they’re not put away properly, they can go bad.”
“You can put them away,” Mayra said.
“Alright.” Emily tied all the half–eaten snack packets up tightly and put them in a wooden box. This didn’t seem like the first time she had been in Gordon’s room, and it made Mayra feel as if she knew this place as well as she knew her own home. She seemed to know everything about it.
“Is this your first time here?” Emily asked.
Mayra remained silent.
Emily was acting as if this was her home. She took out a paper cup and poured Mayra a cup of water from a red thermos. “We’re all classmates, so you don’t need to be too formal with Gordon. Make yourself at home here.
“Stay in here. I’ll go and help Gordon and see if he’s done. We can have lunch together later.” She went out.
After she left, Mayra was left alone in the room. Although Mayra was not affected by what Emily had been implying, she cared about the relationship that Emily and Gordon had in their past life.
Mayra was sitting on the bed and drinking the water that Emily had poured for her. She saw that there was a book beside the bed. It was the one that she had.
bought for Gordon, and he had actually read it.
“Silly thing.” She laughed fondly.
She flipped open the book and saw that Gordon had used a maple leaf as a bookmark to mark his place.
Mayra felt bored sitting on the bed. After she had put on her shoes and sat up, her stomach didn’t hurt so much anymore, especially after she had had some food. She had come back too late the previous time, and she hadn’t had time to look around properly.
Gordon and Emily were both busy in the kitchen. Although Mayra had had a hard life since childhood and had cooked for Anderson before, she was a terrible cook. Most of the time, Anderson used to bring back food for her.
She seemed to be born without any cooking skills at all. Anderson had said that his mother couldn’t cook either and that his father had cooked most of the time.
It was just a pity that she never got to taste her father’s cooking…
When it was time for lunch, several dishes were added to the table.
They were all the dishes that Gordon had made for her on her birthday.
Gordon took a bowl and ladled soup into t.
“Drink some of this first. When we’re done eating, I’ll make two kinds of herbal
medicine. You can boil it when you get back. Do you know how to?”
Mayra said truthfully, “I’ve never done it before, but it should be easy.”
Mayra took the soup that he handed her, and Gordon stood up. “You can eat first.”
It was as if Emily were invisible. He ignored her completely.
Mayra watched him scoop up some stew from the pot and walk into a dark little room. The door shut behind him.
“Hurry up and eat. It won’t be nice when it gets cold.” Emily took some food. Stammering slightly, she asked, “Are… you and Gordon dating?”
Mayra said on purpose, “I’m pursuing him.”
