Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 139

"Okay. Now let's go."

Starry closed the door and followed Wyatt into the house next door.

The house, which was just a few meters away from hers, felt quite warm. The room was equipped with underfloor heating, which made the room feel completely different from Starry's.

Grandma Dolores had already finished cooking the breakfast. As she got in, Grandma Dolores gave her two packaged gifts, "I forgot to give you this yesterday. Happy New Year, Starry."

Starry didn't refuse. She knew it was their kindness.

She took the gifts happily and put them into her pockets, "Thank you, Grandma Dolores and Grandpa Stephen. Happy New Year!"

"Thank you. Now let's have our breakfast!"

It was merely seven and it was still dark outside.

Starry sat beside the table and had a mouthful of the bread. It tasted just the same as it was years ago. But the grey hair on Grandpa Stephen's head kept reminding her that years had past since she ate the bread last time.

It had been thirteen years.

After the breakfast, before Starry was stopped by Grandma Dolores as she tried to wash the plates for them, "You don't have to do this. Your leg was broken. You can have a chat with Wyatt there."

Then she had no choice but to sit on the sofa. Wyatt gave a cup of hot coffee to her and said, "Do you want to make a snowman?"

"What?"

Starry got a sip of hot coffee and remembered that she said she wanted to make a snowman last evening.

Wyatt took out two pairs of gloves from his room, "Now let's make a snowman in the backyard."

Now the snow on the ground must have been thick enough for making a snowman.

Hearing their words, Grandpa Stephen said, "Go and make a snowman. It's the only chance in the whole year."

Starry felt a bit embarrassed. But as Wyatt held out his hand to help her, she took his hand after a while of hesitation. She got her muffler and walked out of the house with Wyatt.

The ground was covered by a thick layer of snow. One could even bury his ankles in snow.

Starry's leg was broken and she couldn't squat to make a snowman.

Then he got back to his grandparents' house.

Soon, he got back with a small wooden chair which his grandpa used to sit when playing chess with other old men in summer. It was only about 30 centimeters tall and it was perfect for Starry to sit.

He placed the chair beside the house and let Starry sit on it, "That would be okay for you."

Starry smiled, "You're so smart, Mr. Matthews."

"I remember you called me Wyatt inside the house."

Starry looked at him, "I was just following your grandparents' words."

Then she put on the gloves to pile up the snow.

The two who were almost in their thirties began to make a snowman as if they were little kids.

Starry had learned how to draw. The snowman she made looked quite lovely.

And then she made another one.

Wyatt didn't say anything to disturb her. He was just making a snowman of his beside her.

They stayed in the backyard for about two hours. The three snowmen seemed like a row of scouts.

"My snowman looks quite ugly compared with yours."

Starry took some photos and sent them to Izabella. Then she began to look at Wyatt seriously.