He always came back very late. I waited and waited until one or two o'clock in the morning. She finally came back with a tired look on her face. I found that he seemed to be more troubled these days. Maybe it was something about the company or a dream.
Na's thing?
No, I can't think of that woman again. During these three days, I can only think of him and me, just the two of us, without the intervention of a third party, and temporarily forget her existence.
I lay in his arms and asked him: "Can you come back early to have dinner with me tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is very busy. There are several video conferences to be held in a few days!" He closed his eyes tiredly.
I was a little disappointed, "Can you have breakfast with me tomorrow morning?"
"I don't even have time to have breakfast these days." He closed his eyes and stroked my face: "What happened to you today? Do you really want me to accompany you?"
"Yeah, but if you're busy, forget it..." I sighed softly.
He was silent for a moment and said: "I will try to come back as early as possible tomorrow to be with you."
"Okay." Besides saying yes, what else can I say?
The first day was spent in lonely waiting.
The next day, I returned to my grandpa’s house and stayed with him for a day. Originally, I wanted to tell my grandpa that I was leaving, but I couldn’t afford to worry him. I just told him that I would not be leaving for a long time.
There is no time to come back, let him take good care of himself.
I plan to take my grandpa away after I stabilize!
On the third day, I was still waiting for him in loneliness.
Why didn’t I feel like waiting was such a lonely and long thing before? It seemed like a lifetime.
I didn't want to wait passively anymore, so I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
The call was connected, and his deep voice came, so gentle: "What's wrong?"
"Will you come back and have dinner with me? I'm waiting for you."
"tonight?"
"Yeah!" It's only tonight, there will never be such an opportunity again.
"Okay, I'll probably finish in another hour."
"Well, okay."
After hanging up the phone, I walked downstairs and asked all the servants in the villa to go home and have a day off!
Then he walked to the kitchen, put on an apron, and planned to cook a meal himself.
My cooking skills cannot be compared with those of professional chefs, but after all, I have been cooking since I was a child and am relatively independent. A small task like cooking is a piece of cake for me, not difficult at all, and the taste is good.