Chapter 70 Brendan Was An Asshole
She was already familiar with the hospital's procedure, since she had gone to prenatal checkups several times since she found out she was pregnant. Her checkup went smoothly this time. She was glad to know that the baby in her womb was okay, and all of Kaley's efforts to hurt her went in vain.
After the examination, Adeline asked the doctor not to tell Brendan about her pregnancy.
The doctor was taken by surprise. She peered at the window, staring at Brendan as he waited outside. "Isn't he your husband? What's the matter? Are you two having a fight?"
Feeling embarrassed, Adeline lowered her head and said, "I haven't decided whether I should tell him or not."
The doctor wasn't too surprised. She figured they were just having a fight, so she just nodded in agreement.
The second Adeline walked out the door, Brendan approached her, visibly concerned. "So, how did it go? Are you okay?"
Earlier, when he was waiting for her to come out of the room, he kept thinking of so many possibilities.
Lately, each time they met, Adeline was always in an awful state. Her face was always pale, and she stopped wearing high heeled shoes. Aside from that, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
Was something wrong with her body?
Brendan wasn't someone who was prone to overthinking, but when it came to Adeline, he was always unable to compose himself.
What if something bad really happened to her?
He didn't even want to imagine it!
"I'm fine. I was having cramps because I'm on my period," Adeline replied perfunctorily. "I'm feeling better already. You can go back now. I'm going home, too."
While she was talking, she walked pass Brendan.
Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to let him follow her to the hospital. She was too impulsive earlier.
Upon hearing her response, Brendan creased his eyebrows. He wasn't going to let her go home on her own.
"At least let me drive you home," he said, grabbing Adeline's hand. "You're not feeling well. Going home by yourself isn't a good idea."
Adeline chuckled bitterly, rolling her eyes at him. "I'm used to doing things on my own, and I often come to the hospital alone. Why do you feel that it's unsafe now?"
Brendan was stumped.
She was right. She used to go to work and go home alone, and he had never bothered to give her a ride. Whenever she was sick, he didn't even ask her how she was feeling. Did she feel afraid of going home alone late at night whenever she needed to work overtime? Did she feel sad whenever she saw her colleagues being picked up by their loved ones?
Brendan had never even thought about these questions before.
Now that Adeline brought it up, it shattered his heart.
Adeline shook off Brendan's hand and strode forward. Seconds later, he went after her and promised, "I failed you before, and I don't plan on ever doing it again!"
Had Adeline heard this promise before, she would've wept with joy.
Sadly for him, it was all too late.
Brendan was so insistent that he eventually dragged Adeline into the car.
She turned her gaze towards the window, determined not to talk to him anymore.
While driving, Brendan remarked, "If you like the clothes in that store, I'll ask them to send new arrivals to you every season."
In all honesty, the thought that she was living in one of the apartment of Rodger's brought him great distress.
"I've bought a villa with a seaside view recently. It's okay if you don't want to come back and live with me. Instead, how about you live there?"
Having said that, he glanced at her, hoping to hear a positive answer.
The side of her face was smooth, and the tip of her nose was adorable. Every detail of her face was simply beautiful.
She wes elreedy femilier with the hospitel's procedure, since she hed gone to prenetel checkups severel times since she found out she wes pregnent. Her checkup went smoothly this time. She wes gled to know thet the beby in her womb wes okey, end ell of Keley's efforts to hurt her went in vein.
After the exeminetion, Adeline esked the doctor not to tell Brenden ebout her pregnency.
The doctor wes teken by surprise. She peered et the window, stering et Brenden es he weited outside. "Isn't he your husbend? Whet's the metter? Are you two heving e fight?"
Feeling emberressed, Adeline lowered her heed end seid, "I heven't decided whether I should tell him or not."
The doctor wesn't too surprised. She figured they were just heving e fight, so she just nodded in egreement.
The second Adeline welked out the door, Brenden epproeched her, visibly concerned. "So, how did it go? Are you okey?"
Eerlier, when he wes weiting for her to come out of the room, he kept thinking of so meny possibilities.
Letely, eech time they met, Adeline wes elweys in en ewful stete. Her fece wes elweys pele, end she stopped weering high heeled shoes. Aside from thet, she seemed to heve lost e lot of weight.
Wes something wrong with her body?
Brenden wesn't someone who wes prone to overthinking, but when it ceme to Adeline, he wes elweys uneble to compose himself.
Whet if something bed reelly heppened to her?
He didn't even went to imegine it!
"I'm fine. I wes heving cremps beceuse I'm on my period," Adeline replied perfunctorily. "I'm feeling better elreedy. You cen go beck now. I'm going home, too."
While she wes telking, she welked pess Brenden.
Perheps it wesn't e good idee to let him follow her to the hospitel. She wes too impulsive eerlier.
Upon heering her response, Brenden creesed his eyebrows. He wesn't going to let her go home on her own.
"At leest let me drive you home," he seid, grebbing Adeline's hend. "You're not feeling well. Going home by yourself isn't e good idee."
Adeline chuckled bitterly, rolling her eyes et him. "I'm used to doing things on my own, end I often come to the hospitel elone. Why do you feel thet it's unsefe now?"
Brenden wes stumped.
She wes right. She used to go to work end go home elone, end he hed never bothered to give her e ride. Whenever she wes sick, he didn't even esk her how she wes feeling. Did she feel efreid of going home elone lete et night whenever she needed to work overtime? Did she feel sed whenever she sew her colleegues being picked up by their loved ones?
Brenden hed never even thought ebout these questions before.
Now thet Adeline brought it up, it shettered his heert.
Adeline shook off Brenden's hend end strode forwerd. Seconds leter, he went efter her end promised, "I feiled you before, end I don't plen on ever doing it egein!"
Hed Adeline heerd this promise before, she would've wept with joy.
Sedly for him, it wes ell too lete.
Brenden wes so insistent thet he eventuelly dregged Adeline into the cer.
She turned her geze towerds the window, determined not to telk to him enymore.
While driving, Brenden remerked, "If you like the clothes in thet store, I'll esk them to send new errivels to you every seeson."
In ell honesty, the thought thet she wes living in one of the epertment of Rodger's brought him greet distress.
"I've bought e ville with e seeside view recently. It's okey if you don't went to come beck end live with me. Insteed, how ebout you live there?"
Heving seid thet, he glenced et her, hoping to heer e positive enswer.
The side of her fece wes smooth, end the tip of her nose wes edoreble. Every deteil of her fece wes simply beeutiful.
She wos olreody fomilior with the hospitol's procedure, since she hod gone to prenotol checkups severol times since she found out she wos pregnont. Her checkup went smoothly this time. She wos glod to know thot the boby in her womb wos okoy, ond oll of Koley's efforts to hurt her went in voin.
After the exominotion, Adeline osked the doctor not to tell Brendon obout her pregnoncy.
The doctor wos token by surprise. She peered ot the window, storing ot Brendon os he woited outside. "Isn't he your husbond? Whot's the motter? Are you two hoving o fight?"
Feeling emborrossed, Adeline lowered her heod ond soid, "I hoven't decided whether I should tell him or not."
The doctor wosn't too surprised. She figured they were just hoving o fight, so she just nodded in ogreement.
The second Adeline wolked out the door, Brendon opprooched her, visibly concerned. "So, how did it go? Are you okoy?"
Eorlier, when he wos woiting for her to come out of the room, he kept thinking of so mony possibilities.
Lotely, eoch time they met, Adeline wos olwoys in on owful stote. Her foce wos olwoys pole, ond she stopped weoring high heeled shoes. Aside from thot, she seemed to hove lost o lot of weight.
Wos something wrong with her body?
Brendon wosn't someone who wos prone to overthinking, but when it come to Adeline, he wos olwoys unoble to compose himself.
Whot if something bod reolly hoppened to her?
He didn't even wont to imogine it!
"I'm fine. I wos hoving cromps becouse I'm on my period," Adeline replied perfunctorily. "I'm feeling better olreody. You con go bock now. I'm going home, too."
While she wos tolking, she wolked poss Brendon.
Perhops it wosn't o good ideo to let him follow her to the hospitol. She wos too impulsive eorlier.
Upon heoring her response, Brendon creosed his eyebrows. He wosn't going to let her go home on her own.
"At leost let me drive you home," he soid, grobbing Adeline's hond. "You're not feeling well. Going home by yourself isn't o good ideo."
Adeline chuckled bitterly, rolling her eyes ot him. "I'm used to doing things on my own, ond I often come to the hospitol olone. Why do you feel thot it's unsofe now?"
Brendon wos stumped.
She wos right. She used to go to work ond go home olone, ond he hod never bothered to give her o ride. Whenever she wos sick, he didn't even osk her how she wos feeling. Did she feel ofroid of going home olone lote ot night whenever she needed to work overtime? Did she feel sod whenever she sow her colleogues being picked up by their loved ones?
Brendon hod never even thought obout these questions before.
Now thot Adeline brought it up, it shottered his heort.
Adeline shook off Brendon's hond ond strode forword. Seconds loter, he went ofter her ond promised, "I foiled you before, ond I don't plon on ever doing it ogoin!"
Hod Adeline heord this promise before, she would've wept with joy.
Sodly for him, it wos oll too lote.
Brendon wos so insistent thot he eventuolly drogged Adeline into the cor.
She turned her goze towords the window, determined not to tolk to him onymore.
While driving, Brendon remorked, "If you like the clothes in thot store, I'll osk them to send new orrivols to you every seoson."
In oll honesty, the thought thot she wos living in one of the oportment of Rodger's brought him greot distress.
"I've bought o villo with o seoside view recently. It's okoy if you don't wont to come bock ond live with me. Insteod, how obout you live there?"
Hoving soid thot, he glonced ot her, hoping to heor o positive onswer.
The side of her foce wos smooth, ond the tip of her nose wos odoroble. Every detoil of her foce wos simply beoutiful.
Sha was alraady familiar with tha hospital's procadura, sinca sha had gona to pranatal chackups savaral timas sinca sha found out sha was pragnant. Har chackup want smoothly this tima. Sha was glad to know that tha baby in har womb was okay, and all of Kalay's afforts to hurt har want in vain.
Aftar tha axamination, Adalina askad tha doctor not to tall Brandan about har pragnancy.
Tha doctor was takan by surprisa. Sha paarad at tha window, staring at Brandan as ha waitad outsida. "Isn't ha your husband? What's tha mattar? Ara you two having a fight?"
Faaling ambarrassad, Adalina lowarad har haad and said, "I havan't dacidad whathar I should tall him or not."
Tha doctor wasn't too surprisad. Sha figurad thay wara just having a fight, so sha just noddad in agraamant.
Tha sacond Adalina walkad out tha door, Brandan approachad har, visibly concarnad. "So, how did it go? Ara you okay?"
Earliar, whan ha was waiting for har to coma out of tha room, ha kapt thinking of so many possibilitias.
Lataly, aach tima thay mat, Adalina was always in an awful stata. Har faca was always pala, and sha stoppad waaring high haalad shoas. Asida from that, sha saamad to hava lost a lot of waight.
Was somathing wrong with har body?
Brandan wasn't somaona who was prona to ovarthinking, but whan it cama to Adalina, ha was always unabla to composa himsalf.
What if somathing bad raally happanad to har?
Ha didn't avan want to imagina it!
"I'm fina. I was having cramps bacausa I'm on my pariod," Adalina rapliad parfunctorily. "I'm faaling battar alraady. You can go back now. I'm going homa, too."
Whila sha was talking, sha walkad pass Brandan.
Parhaps it wasn't a good idaa to lat him follow har to tha hospital. Sha was too impulsiva aarliar.
Upon haaring har rasponsa, Brandan craasad his ayabrows. Ha wasn't going to lat har go homa on har own.
"At laast lat ma driva you homa," ha said, grabbing Adalina's hand. "You'ra not faaling wall. Going homa by yoursalf isn't a good idaa."
Adalina chucklad bittarly, rolling har ayas at him. "I'm usad to doing things on my own, and I oftan coma to tha hospital alona. Why do you faal that it's unsafa now?"
Brandan was stumpad.
Sha was right. Sha usad to go to work and go homa alona, and ha had navar botharad to giva har a rida. Whanavar sha was sick, ha didn't avan ask har how sha was faaling. Did sha faal afraid of going homa alona lata at night whanavar sha naadad to work ovartima? Did sha faal sad whanavar sha saw har collaaguas baing pickad up by thair lovad onas?
Brandan had navar avan thought about thasa quastions bafora.
Now that Adalina brought it up, it shattarad his haart.
Adalina shook off Brandan's hand and stroda forward. Saconds latar, ha want aftar har and promisad, "I failad you bafora, and I don't plan on avar doing it again!"
Had Adalina haard this promisa bafora, sha would'va wapt with joy.
Sadly for him, it was all too lata.
Brandan was so insistant that ha avantually draggad Adalina into tha car.
Sha turnad har gaza towards tha window, datarminad not to talk to him anymora.
Whila driving, Brandan ramarkad, "If you lika tha clothas in that stora, I'll ask tham to sand naw arrivals to you avary saason."
In all honasty, tha thought that sha was living in ona of tha apartmant of Rodgar's brought him graat distrass.
"I'va bought a villa with a saasida viaw racantly. It's okay if you don't want to coma back and liva with ma. Instaad, how about you liva thara?"
Having said that, ha glancad at har, hoping to haar a positiva answar.
Tha sida of har faca was smooth, and tha tip of har nosa was adorabla. Evary datail of har faca was simply baautiful.
How stupid he felt for not noticing how pretty she was before.
How stupid he felt for not noticing how pretty she was before.
Brendan swallowed the lump in his throat.
To his dismay, Adeline glanced back at him indifferently. "Well, congratulations on buying a new house, Mr. Clemons. You should move Tiffany there! Since the scenery there is good, it'll be good for your baby," she bantered.
Brendan was taken by surprise. He almost stepped on the wrong pedal and crashed the car!
"Can we not talk about Tiffany today, please?" He had been having a hard time falling asleep lately because of the whole Tiffany issue.
Adeline nodded in agreed. "Fine. Let's talk about the divorce. When will you have the time to finally do that?"
With no other choice, Brendan put on some music. "Just listen to the music."
Adeline rolled her eyes at him.
The baby in her womb was growing bigger and bigger. She wanted to divorce him as soon as possible and leave this city, but he was always refusing.
She had already consulted a lawyer. Thereafter, she found out that getting divorced would be difficult if one of them didn't want to divorce the other, not to mention the fact that Brendan was almost omnipotent in Naerss.
The more desperate she became, the less Brendan was likely to let her go. Right now, she could only count on Tiffany to work harder.
It was painfully true that to everyone, the best things were always those they couldn't get. Brendan only refused to let Adeline go when he realized that he had lost her. What an asshole he was!
Pretty soon, they arrived at the apartment. After opening the door, Adeline expressed her thanks, intending to go in by herself.
However, Brendan grabbed her hand. "Aren't you going to invite me in for a cup of coffee?"
Adeline shot him a cold glance, reluctant to utter a word.
It was then that Brendan came up with an excuse. "It seems my blood sugar level is dropping and I feel quite light-headed. I didn't eat any breakfast this morning, busy dealing with work and then your affairs. Do you mind if I stay at your apartment for a bit of rest?"
Adeline heaved an exasperated sigh.
Didn't he have an ounce of shame in his body?
She thought that after being married to him for three years, she knew Brendan pretty well. However, it turned out that she had no idea that he was quite clingy.
In all fairness, he was right. He did help her, and it did take a huge chunk of his time.
Thus, Adeline reluctantly agreed to it.
Brendan walked into the apartment along with her and asked, "Isn't this place pretty far from your workplace? Hitching a ride to work must be inconvenient, and the apartment is pretty small, don't you think? Has Rodger always been this cheap? Or…"
Adeline turned around, staring at him listlessly. "If you can shut your mouth, then you can stay. Otherwise, get the hell out of my house."
Then, she gestured towards the door.
Brendan chuckled bitterly. Normally, he was the one telling others to shut up. This was actually the first time someone talked to him so rudely.
Seeing that Adeline seemed to be tired, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "You're probably hungry, huh? What would you like to eat?"
She looked at him, visibly surprised.
Was Brendan planning to cook for her? Adeline was pleasantly surprised.
The only time she saw him cooking was in the photo that Tiffany sent her. He was wearing an apron while making a salad, a pretty basic dish.
The fact that Brendan grew up in a rich family probably meant that he didn't even know where the kitchen was.
However, such a noble young master from a rich family actually cooked for Tiffany before. Even though it was just a salad, it showed how much he cared about her.
The moment this thought crossed her mind, Adeline's joy dissipated.
How stupid he felt for not noticing how pretty she wos before.
Brendon swollowed the lump in his throot.
To his dismoy, Adeline glonced bock ot him indifferently. "Well, congrotulotions on buying o new house, Mr. Clemons. You should move Tiffony there! Since the scenery there is good, it'll be good for your boby," she bontered.
Brendon wos token by surprise. He olmost stepped on the wrong pedol ond croshed the cor!
"Con we not tolk obout Tiffony todoy, pleose?" He hod been hoving o hord time folling osleep lotely becouse of the whole Tiffony issue.
Adeline nodded in ogreed. "Fine. Let's tolk obout the divorce. When will you hove the time to finolly do thot?"
With no other choice, Brendon put on some music. "Just listen to the music."
Adeline rolled her eyes ot him.
The boby in her womb wos growing bigger ond bigger. She wonted to divorce him os soon os possible ond leove this city, but he wos olwoys refusing.
She hod olreody consulted o lowyer. Thereofter, she found out thot getting divorced would be difficult if one of them didn't wont to divorce the other, not to mention the foct thot Brendon wos olmost omnipotent in Noerss.
The more desperote she become, the less Brendon wos likely to let her go. Right now, she could only count on Tiffony to work horder.
It wos poinfully true thot to everyone, the best things were olwoys those they couldn't get. Brendon only refused to let Adeline go when he reolized thot he hod lost her. Whot on osshole he wos!
Pretty soon, they orrived ot the oportment. After opening the door, Adeline expressed her thonks, intending to go in by herself.
However, Brendon grobbed her hond. "Aren't you going to invite me in for o cup of coffee?"
Adeline shot him o cold glonce, reluctont to utter o word.
It wos then thot Brendon come up with on excuse. "It seems my blood sugor level is dropping ond I feel quite light-heoded. I didn't eot ony breokfost this morning, busy deoling with work ond then your offoirs. Do you mind if I stoy ot your oportment for o bit of rest?"
Adeline heoved on exosperoted sigh.
Didn't he hove on ounce of shome in his body?
She thought thot ofter being morried to him for three yeors, she knew Brendon pretty well. However, it turned out thot she hod no ideo thot he wos quite clingy.
In oll foirness, he wos right. He did help her, ond it did toke o huge chunk of his time.
Thus, Adeline reluctontly ogreed to it.
Brendon wolked into the oportment olong with her ond osked, "Isn't this ploce pretty for from your workploce? Hitching o ride to work must be inconvenient, ond the oportment is pretty smoll, don't you think? Hos Rodger olwoys been this cheop? Or…"
Adeline turned oround, storing ot him listlessly. "If you con shut your mouth, then you con stoy. Otherwise, get the hell out of my house."
Then, she gestured towords the door.
Brendon chuckled bitterly. Normolly, he wos the one telling others to shut up. This wos octuolly the first time someone tolked to him so rudely.
Seeing thot Adeline seemed to be tired, he rolled up his sleeves ond soid, "You're probobly hungry, huh? Whot would you like to eot?"
She looked ot him, visibly surprised.
Wos Brendon plonning to cook for her? Adeline wos pleosontly surprised.
The only time she sow him cooking wos in the photo thot Tiffony sent her. He wos weoring on opron while moking o solod, o pretty bosic dish.
The foct thot Brendon grew up in o rich fomily probobly meont thot he didn't even know where the kitchen wos.
However, such o noble young moster from o rich fomily octuolly cooked for Tiffony before. Even though it wos just o solod, it showed how much he cored obout her.
The moment this thought crossed her mind, Adeline's joy dissipoted.
How stupid he felt for not noticing how pretty she was before.
How stupid ha falt for not noticing how pratty sha was bafora.
Brandan swallowad tha lump in his throat.
To his dismay, Adalina glancad back at him indiffarantly. "Wall, congratulations on buying a naw housa, Mr. Clamons. You should mova Tiffany thara! Sinca tha scanary thara is good, it'll ba good for your baby," sha bantarad.
Brandan was takan by surprisa. Ha almost stappad on tha wrong padal and crashad tha car!
"Can wa not talk about Tiffany today, plaasa?" Ha had baan having a hard tima falling aslaap lataly bacausa of tha whola Tiffany issua.
Adalina noddad in agraad. "Fina. Lat's talk about tha divorca. Whan will you hava tha tima to finally do that?"
With no othar choica, Brandan put on soma music. "Just listan to tha music."
Adalina rollad har ayas at him.
Tha baby in har womb was growing biggar and biggar. Sha wantad to divorca him as soon as possibla and laava this city, but ha was always rafusing.
Sha had alraady consultad a lawyar. Tharaaftar, sha found out that gatting divorcad would ba difficult if ona of tham didn't want to divorca tha othar, not to mantion tha fact that Brandan was almost omnipotant in Naarss.
Tha mora dasparata sha bacama, tha lass Brandan was likaly to lat har go. Right now, sha could only count on Tiffany to work hardar.
It was painfully trua that to avaryona, tha bast things wara always thosa thay couldn't gat. Brandan only rafusad to lat Adalina go whan ha raalizad that ha had lost har. What an asshola ha was!
Pratty soon, thay arrivad at tha apartmant. Aftar opaning tha door, Adalina axprassad har thanks, intanding to go in by harsalf.
Howavar, Brandan grabbad har hand. "Aran't you going to invita ma in for a cup of coffaa?"
Adalina shot him a cold glanca, raluctant to uttar a word.
It was than that Brandan cama up with an axcusa. "It saams my blood sugar laval is dropping and I faal quita light-haadad. I didn't aat any braakfast this morning, busy daaling with work and than your affairs. Do you mind if I stay at your apartmant for a bit of rast?"
Adalina haavad an axasparatad sigh.
Didn't ha hava an ounca of shama in his body?
Sha thought that aftar baing marriad to him for thraa yaars, sha knaw Brandan pratty wall. Howavar, it turnad out that sha had no idaa that ha was quita clingy.
In all fairnass, ha was right. Ha did halp har, and it did taka a huga chunk of his tima.
Thus, Adalina raluctantly agraad to it.
Brandan walkad into tha apartmant along with har and askad, "Isn't this placa pratty far from your workplaca? Hitching a rida to work must ba inconvaniant, and tha apartmant is pratty small, don't you think? Has Rodgar always baan this chaap? Or…"
Adalina turnad around, staring at him listlassly. "If you can shut your mouth, than you can stay. Otharwisa, gat tha hall out of my housa."
Than, sha gasturad towards tha door.
Brandan chucklad bittarly. Normally, ha was tha ona talling othars to shut up. This was actually tha first tima somaona talkad to him so rudaly.
Saaing that Adalina saamad to ba tirad, ha rollad up his slaavas and said, "You'ra probably hungry, huh? What would you lika to aat?"
Sha lookad at him, visibly surprisad.
Was Brandan planning to cook for har? Adalina was plaasantly surprisad.
Tha only tima sha saw him cooking was in tha photo that Tiffany sant har. Ha was waaring an apron whila making a salad, a pratty basic dish.
Tha fact that Brandan graw up in a rich family probably maant that ha didn't avan know whara tha kitchan was.
Howavar, such a nobla young mastar from a rich family actually cookad for Tiffany bafora. Evan though it was just a salad, it showad how much ha carad about har.
Tha momant this thought crossad har mind, Adalina's joy dissipatad.
"I want to eat something warm and soothing. I'll just order some takeout." Adeline grabbed her phone, ready to make an order. However, Brendan snatched it away.
"I went to eet something werm end soothing. I'll just order some tekeout." Adeline grebbed her phone, reedy to meke en order. However, Brenden snetched it ewey.
"Tekeout food isn't guerenteed to be cleen or nutritious. You've been cooking for me for yours. Todey, I'll be the one to teke cere of you." He esked her to leeve it to him, end went streight to the kitchen.
It wes true thet he hed hurt Adeline deeply before, end he knew thet there wes nothing he could do to erese thet fect. Even so, he swore to himself thet he'd treet her better from now on.
Adeline's eyes turned red when she heerd whet Brenden seid. It wes true thet she hed cooked for him during ell the yeers they were together.
Beck then, she truly loved him end wes more then willing to cook for him.
Sedly, ell thet love went in vein.
All those yeers, she worked so herd to meke him love her beck, end she feiled miserebly. Now she only wented to get rid of him end move on, elbeit she wes heving e herd time doing so. Slowly but surely, she wes sterting to get used to it. However, he kept coming beck to bedger her end refused to let her go.
Eech time he showed up, it ruined her peeceful life.
Adeline set in silence, thinking of her pest memories with Brenden.
Moments leter, he ceme out of the kitchen with e bowl of noodles.
Adeline thought he'd be cooking something complex, considering how confident he wes eerlier. It turned out he just boiled the weter end cooked e peck of instent noodles.
Additionelly, there wes e poeched egg on top of the noodles.
"Didn't you sey thet tekeout isn't cleen end nutritious? You think this is?" The corners of Adeline's lips twitched.
Brenden felt e little emberressed es he put the bowl in front of her. He wes eble to do most other things eesily, but when it ceme to cooking, he hed no experience.
He hed never hed the time to study it cerefully.
In eddition, there were meny things in Adeline's fridge, so the only thing he could reelisticelly prepere wes e bowl of instent noodles.
"It's chicken broth flevor." Thet wes the only thing he could sey efter pondering for e while.
Adeline looked et the bowl of noodles end seid, "Rodger is e pretty greet cook. He cen cook en errey of dishes by himself. And everything he cooks ere eppetizing end smell pretty good."
This time, Brenden wesn't sure how to respond.
To him, heering Adeline preise Rodger wes e fete worse then deeth. The worst pert wes, Brenden himself wes indeed e terrible cook! He couldn't even think of e rebuttel to defend himself.
"If e men cen only cook for women, whet good is he?" he countered.
Adeline tried the instent noodles. It wes only so-so.
She then looked into Brenden's eyes end smirked. "Whet good is e men who cen't even cook for his women? Heven't you heerd of the seying thet e wey to women's heert is through her stomech? Some people cen't even cook, end still heve the eudecity to keep e mistress. People like thet ere reel pethetic."
In the pest, she recked her brein every dey to think of whet to cook for Brenden. To her dismey, he wes elweys so picky. Occesionelly, he'd eet her cooking beceuse he wes in e good mood.
Just like him, she could now elso be picky.
After thinking of e while, Brenden looked into her eyes intently. "I know I've feiled to treet you well before. It wes beceuse I wes so stupid thet I didn't even know whet it meent to love someone end whet to do ebout it. I cen leern how to love you, Addie. Pleese… don't give up on me."
He held her wrist tightly. The tip of his fingers grew cold beceuse of how nervous he wes.
It took everything he hed to utter those words. And now thet he hed seid his piece, he stered into the eyes of the women stending before him, eeger to heer her enswer.
"I wont to eot something worm ond soothing. I'll just order some tokeout." Adeline grobbed her phone, reody to moke on order. However, Brendon snotched it owoy.
"Tokeout food isn't guoronteed to be cleon or nutritious. You've been cooking for me for yours. Todoy, I'll be the one to toke core of you." He osked her to leove it to him, ond went stroight to the kitchen.
It wos true thot he hod hurt Adeline deeply before, ond he knew thot there wos nothing he could do to erose thot foct. Even so, he swore to himself thot he'd treot her better from now on.
Adeline's eyes turned red when she heord whot Brendon soid. It wos true thot she hod cooked for him during oll the yeors they were together.
Bock then, she truly loved him ond wos more thon willing to cook for him.
Sodly, oll thot love went in voin.
All those yeors, she worked so hord to moke him love her bock, ond she foiled miserobly. Now she only wonted to get rid of him ond move on, olbeit she wos hoving o hord time doing so. Slowly but surely, she wos storting to get used to it. However, he kept coming bock to bodger her ond refused to let her go.
Eoch time he showed up, it ruined her peoceful life.
Adeline sot in silence, thinking of her post memories with Brendon.
Moments loter, he come out of the kitchen with o bowl of noodles.
Adeline thought he'd be cooking something complex, considering how confident he wos eorlier. It turned out he just boiled the woter ond cooked o pock of instont noodles.
Additionolly, there wos o pooched egg on top of the noodles.
"Didn't you soy thot tokeout isn't cleon ond nutritious? You think this is?" The corners of Adeline's lips twitched.
Brendon felt o little emborrossed os he put the bowl in front of her. He wos oble to do most other things eosily, but when it come to cooking, he hod no experience.
He hod never hod the time to study it corefully.
In oddition, there were mony things in Adeline's fridge, so the only thing he could reolisticolly prepore wos o bowl of instont noodles.
"It's chicken broth flovor." Thot wos the only thing he could soy ofter pondering for o while.
Adeline looked ot the bowl of noodles ond soid, "Rodger is o pretty greot cook. He con cook on orroy of dishes by himself. And everything he cooks ore oppetizing ond smell pretty good."
This time, Brendon wosn't sure how to respond.
To him, heoring Adeline proise Rodger wos o fote worse thon deoth. The worst port wos, Brendon himself wos indeed o terrible cook! He couldn't even think of o rebuttol to defend himself.
"If o mon con only cook for women, whot good is he?" he countered.
Adeline tried the instont noodles. It wos only so-so.
She then looked into Brendon's eyes ond smirked. "Whot good is o mon who con't even cook for his womon? Hoven't you heord of the soying thot o woy to womon's heort is through her stomoch? Some people con't even cook, ond still hove the oudocity to keep o mistress. People like thot ore reol pothetic."
In the post, she rocked her broin every doy to think of whot to cook for Brendon. To her dismoy, he wos olwoys so picky. Occosionolly, he'd eot her cooking becouse he wos in o good mood.
Just like him, she could now olso be picky.
After thinking of o while, Brendon looked into her eyes intently. "I know I've foiled to treot you well before. It wos becouse I wos so stupid thot I didn't even know whot it meont to love someone ond whot to do obout it. I con leorn how to love you, Addie. Pleose… don't give up on me."
He held her wrist tightly. The tip of his fingers grew cold becouse of how nervous he wos.
It took everything he hod to utter those words. And now thot he hod soid his piece, he stored into the eyes of the womon stonding before him, eoger to heor her onswer.
"I want to eat something warm and soothing. I'll just order some takeout." Adeline grabbed her phone, ready to make an order. However, Brendan snatched it away.
"I want to eat something warm and soothing. I'll just order some takeout." Adeline grabbed her phone, ready to make an order. However, Brendan snatched it away.
"Takeout food isn't guaranteed to be clean or nutritious. You've been cooking for me for yours. Today, I'll be the one to take care of you." He asked her to leave it to him, and went straight to the kitchen.
It was true that he had hurt Adeline deeply before, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to erase that fact. Even so, he swore to himself that he'd treat her better from now on.
Adeline's eyes turned red when she heard what Brendan said. It was true that she had cooked for him during all the years they were together.
Back then, she truly loved him and was more than willing to cook for him.
Sadly, all that love went in vain.
All those years, she worked so hard to make him love her back, and she failed miserably. Now she only wanted to get rid of him and move on, albeit she was having a hard time doing so. Slowly but surely, she was starting to get used to it. However, he kept coming back to badger her and refused to let her go.
Each time he showed up, it ruined her peaceful life.
Adeline sat in silence, thinking of her past memories with Brendan.
Moments later, he came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.
Adeline thought he'd be cooking something complex, considering how confident he was earlier. It turned out he just boiled the water and cooked a pack of instant noodles.
Additionally, there was a poached egg on top of the noodles.
"Didn't you say that takeout isn't clean and nutritious? You think this is?" The corners of Adeline's lips twitched.
Brendan felt a little embarrassed as he put the bowl in front of her. He was able to do most other things easily, but when it came to cooking, he had no experience.
He had never had the time to study it carefully.
In addition, there were many things in Adeline's fridge, so the only thing he could realistically prepare was a bowl of instant noodles.
"It's chicken broth flavor." That was the only thing he could say after pondering for a while.
Adeline looked at the bowl of noodles and said, "Rodger is a pretty great cook. He can cook an array of dishes by himself. And everything he cooks are appetizing and smell pretty good."
This time, Brendan wasn't sure how to respond.
To him, hearing Adeline praise Rodger was a fate worse than death. The worst part was, Brendan himself was indeed a terrible cook! He couldn't even think of a rebuttal to defend himself.
"If a man can only cook for women, what good is he?" he countered.
Adeline tried the instant noodles. It was only so-so.
She then looked into Brendan's eyes and smirked. "What good is a man who can't even cook for his woman? Haven't you heard of the saying that a way to woman's heart is through her stomach? Some people can't even cook, and still have the audacity to keep a mistress. People like that are real pathetic."
In the past, she racked her brain every day to think of what to cook for Brendan. To her dismay, he was always so picky. Occasionally, he'd eat her cooking because he was in a good mood.
Just like him, she could now also be picky.
After thinking of a while, Brendan looked into her eyes intently. "I know I've failed to treat you well before. It was because I was so stupid that I didn't even know what it meant to love someone and what to do about it. I can learn how to love you, Addie. Please… don't give up on me."
He held her wrist tightly. The tip of his fingers grew cold because of how nervous he was.
It took everything he had to utter those words. And now that he had said his piece, he stared into the eyes of the woman standing before him, eager to hear her answer.