Shirley found that this man was really considerate and smiled gratefully. “All right. You rest for a bit. I’ll clean up here.”
At this moment, Zacharias’ phone also rang. He picked it up and headed upstairs. After washing the dishes, she waited for him downstairs. Before long, he came back down.
She stood up to greet him and he sat down opposite her while holding a glass of red wine. He asked softly, “Do you know how my mother passed away?”
Shirley blinked as this was the question she wanted to ask but didn’t dare to. Upon seeing that he brought it up on his own, she became a serious listener. She shook her head. ‘I don’t know.”
“She hanged herself on this mountain.”
Shirley was shocked. She didn’t expect that Zacharias’ mother had died in such a way. Had she experienced some kind of trauma?
“She had severe depression and passed away suddenly. My father buried her beneath that tree and created a grave for her. When I miss. her, I come here to stay for a few days and keep her company,’ he said calmly.
However, Shirley felt a wave of sadness. His mother must have been gentle and caring toward him, which allowed Shirley to better understand the hidden sorrow behind Zacharias’ calm demeanor.
She wasn’t skilled at comforting people and even though she wanted to say a few comforting words, she didn’t know how to start. Suddenly, Zacharias snapped back to reality and said, ‘I shouldn’t have told you all of this.”
“If you need someone to accompany you, I can be there for you,” Shirley said. At this moment, he seemed like a wounded wild animal in need of someone to help him heal.
He finished his glass of red wine and got up to pour himself another half glass. He didn’t sit down but stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows. His voice was low, and his emotions were unclear. “Miss Lloyd, you already have someone you like. How can you accompany me?” She was momentarily taken aback. “You can think of it as companionship between friends.”
He smiled a half-smile, then took another sip of the red wine in his glass. Upon seeing that he had already consumed half a bottle by himself, she got up and advised him. “Mr. Flintstone, please drink less.”
Zacharias turned around while playing with the wine glass in his hand and locked his gaze on her. She felt that he was emitting a dangerous aura. It was a kind of aggressiveness, but she still chose to trust him. She walked over to him and said, “Give me the glass.”
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