Right now, it was 8:30 AM in the city of Los Angeles.
In Merry's apartment, Clifford's tall and sturdy figure was seen busy in the kitchen.
The little girl was standing by the bed to change the bed sheets. Today was the first day of her period. She looked haggard and almost cried all morning.
Clifford made ginger soup for her still with a flat expression on his face. He cut the ginger slices skillfully but his drooping eyelids masked the distraction under his eyes.
He felt a little annoyed that his vacation plans were a little off the mark, but it couldn't be helped. He really didn't know that Merry was going to have her period. But he was still grateful that he took her to Universal Studios for a fun vacation yesterday.
Just now, Merry's phone rang from the living room. And when he saw the caller ID, it appeared to be Chris Hartanto.
At first, he didn't want to pick it up, but when Chris called a second time, a voice in his heart urged him.
In a surge of emotion, he grabbed the phone and said something impulsive.
This wasn't his original intention, but he said it anyway.
Clifford's movements paused for a moment, and he thought, he couldn't help but laugh to himself.
The words from Young Master Jean's might've given him too much courage and support, so he thought he could compete with Chris who was a descendant of the Hartanto family.
Clifford thought to himself, he subconsciously put all the ginger slices that had been cut into the pot. As soon as he turned on the gas, the kitchen's door slowly opened.
Merry's pale and slightly shocked face emerged from the gap in the door, and the ball-shaped hair bun above her head trembled. "Clifford, what are you doing?"
As she asked, she continued rubbing her lower belly with her hands. Her dark eyes were clearly visible, making her look innocent.
Clifford's hand paused in the air with the spoon in his hand, he looked back at her with raised eyebrows. "Why are you awake?"
The girl blinked her eyes as she squeezed the doorknob. "I am hungry."
"Go and lie down first, I'll buy you breakfast after boiling the soup," Clifford stirred the brown sugar ginger slices in the soup pot. He then lifted his wrist to check the time. Apparently it was almost nine o'clock, no wonder this girl was starving.
Merry let out the word 'oh', then she looked at the soup pot eagerly, turning and stomping her foot to walk back into the living room.
She was not sleepy at first, but when she sat on the sofa, she felt a little sleepy for some reason. Merry didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to have heard the man's voice.
"Hey..." The girl leaned back on the sofa, pulled the blanket on the side and covered herself while her eyes fixed on the window sill.
Recently, she liked to stare at the window sill in a daze. Every time she looked at it, her eyes seemed to see Chris' figure standing in front of the window wearing a hospital patient outfit.
Merry pursed her lips and scratched her forehead irritably. She'd been studying really hard lately.
But looking at her school schedule, and after making sure she consulted her professors again, she found out that her studies in America would still take a year and a half to complete all the courses at the earliest.
Too long!
Less than ten minutes later, Clifford came out of the kitchen carrying ginger soup.
At a glance, he saw the girl shrink into a small cocoon on the sofa. His indifferent face inadvertently became soft.
The girl fell asleep, perhaps from tired being in pain because of her period cycle. Her little eyebrows were furrowed, and the reddish corners of her mouth dropped slightly, making her look very uncomfortable.
Clifford sighed. As he put the ginger soup on the table, he wanted to wake her up but he hesitated.
In the end, he brushed off the idea and covered the girl with another blanket before going out to buy breakfast.
He could cook, but the little girl preferred sandwiches and sweetened milk from the cafe at the corner, so she'd usually buy them for two days' ration.
Later, he found out that Merry liked breakfast at the cafe because Chris bought it for her before, so she couldn't forget the taste from then on.
Meanwhile in Surabaya, Chris headed straight for the airport after he left the Lakeside Villa.
He wasn't just talking, he would really catch up with Merry without any obstacle. Even though it would be harder for him to let go of her later, any sacrifice would be worth it.
On his way to the airport, he called the Hartanto family and asked to book a flight ticket that would take him directly to the United States overnight.
As soon as he said his intention, the old butler of the Hartanto family was silent for a while, and then his voice ran out. "Second Young Master, you shouldn't be too infatuated like that. Your grandfather is awake, hurry back to the house first. He was furious when he heard that the third lady had a car accident."
Chris immediately paused and slammed on the brake.
He stopped in the middle of the road so that the vehicle behind him almost hit him from behind.
The driver behind was honking furiously, while Chris just looked ahead with thick eyebrows. "Grandpa is awake?"
The old butler sighed softly. "Yes, so hurry back, young master. All the other members are already on their way here."
Chris was silent, his bad mood suddenly fell to the ground.
How unexpected!
He lowered his eyelids and laughed at himself while holding his phone. His dark eyes were cold as he said, "I know, I'll be back now."
Hearing this, The old butler answered in a steady voice, "Alright. Hurry up, young master, they're almost there!"
As he hung up, Chris threw his cell phone into the seat beside him. He held the wheel with both hands and his eyes were filled with a bright flash of light. It wasn't clear what he had in mind.
He regained consciousness, his thin lips still slightly puckered and expressed the emotion he was holding in.
Ahead was the intersection that led to the airport. He stared at the flow of passing traffic. After starting the engine, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the gas, passing the intersection at such a high speed.
Moreover, he did not let himself go with slow speed. The faster, the better.
'Merry forgive me, wait for me a little longer....'
...
Tonight, Lilia went to the villa next door to look for Mellisa. She and Jean had been busy with Sasha's troubles for the past two days, which was why she had somewhat neglected her sister.
Thinking like this, she couldn't wait to see Mellisa soon.
Lilia rang the doorbell at the villa door. After waiting for a while, no one answered. She leaned forward and looked towards the living room. The lights were still on, someone should be at home.
She didn't have her phone with her, so she was trapped alone and stood in the cold, chilling wind.
Jean and Chris were clearly still talking about a lot of things. If she came back again, she would definitely annoy them.
Lilia continued to hesitate, and just as she was about to leave, Mellisa's door finally opened.
Lilia looked happy, she raised her eyes and looked at the dim entrance, then… she felt so embarrassed.
Inside the door, her sister appeared with disheveled hair and wearing only….. a men's shirt!
Lilia stood at the door dumbfounded, neither entering nor retreating.
She seemed to be bothering other people!
Looking at Mellisa's red and slightly swollen neck, it was clear that it was a kiss mark.
At this moment, it seemed that the two sisters were both frozen in their places.
Mellisa was embarrassed and irritated. She smoothed the hem of her shirt and smoothed her messy hair. With a cold wind blowing outside the door, she immediately threw away her embarrassment and rushed forward to greet Lilia.
"Why do you come so late?"
Lilia then entered the house and as she stood in front of Mellisa, she coughed. "Am I bothering you?"
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