Mysterious Mr.Richard novel Chapter 29

The relaxing atmosphere immediately turned tense when the words 'seven years ago' were spoken out.

Pearl clenched her fists and forced a smile. She tried to sound as calm as possible, "Kind of, but not entirely. I was planning to go on my education, but applying for an university takes many days."

She watched as Richard's eyes turned ice-cold.

After all, they had a relationship of five years before, so they knew each other well. They knew how to change the topic; they also knew exactly how to hurt each other deeply.

Richard stared at her coldly. He waited for an explanation, but she didn't plan to say more. Pearl lowered her head and drank some water. She had no intention of apologizing for what happened.

"Waiter, check the bill please." Richard stood up.

On the way back, Richard didn't say a word anymore. The atmosphere in the car was terrible.

Bonny was still carefree. She couldn't sense the tension between the two adults, and kept saying childish things to herself. When they arrived, she was already fast asleep in Richard's arms. 

Getting out of the car, Pearl was about to wake Bonny up. But out of her surprise, Richard carried Bonny out of the car and even asked coldly, "Which floor?"

Pearl was taken aback for a second. "The 12th floor."

"Go."

She stood rooted to the spot with a shock. Brandon tugged at her skirt. "Mom, let's go home. I'm tired."

After the elevator reached the 12th floor, Pearl went to unlock the door and led Richard into the house. They headed directly to the children's bedroom to lay Bonny on her bed.

Seeing the water dripping off Richard's shirt, Pearl apologized awkwardly, "Sorry about your shirt.

Richard shot her a cold look and said, "So easy for your to apologize for such trivial matters."

Pearl pressed her lips speechlessly.

Richard was always particular about cleaning. Now his entire shoulder was covered with Bonny's saliva. But he didn't said a word, although he was probably unhappy internally.

She felt conflicted at heart. She didn't want Richard to spend much time with the children, yet she didn't want him to hate them either. She had to handle this matter carefully. It was like that she was treading on thin ice.

Richard asked suddenly, "Where's the bathroom?"

"Oh, over there." Pearl quickly pointed a way.

After Richard went in, she stood for a long time in the living room, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom. She wasn't sure what she should do, but she finally made her way to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove.

In the bathroom, Richard faced the mirror with water running from the faucet.

He looked at the three electric toothbrushes on the washstand. One was white, and the other smaller two were pink and blue, obviously for the children.

Judging from the towels hanging on the rack as well as the shampoo bottles in the basket, there were no signs that a man had been living in the house.

Richard felt relaxed a bit. He looked at the cat sticker on the corner of the mirror first, and then turned his eyes to his wet shirt, his eyes suddenly became soft.

“Crash.” The bathroom door opened.

Pearl looked almost flustered in the sofa. She looked up and asked, "Do you drink tea?"

"No. I got plans."

Richard's expression was flat and his gaze was indifferent.

Out of courtesy, Pearl walked him downstairs herself.