She Chose Him Now She Wants Me Back novel Chapter 277

Dominic glanced at her.

Wendy’s cheeks were faintly flushed, her expression shy and embarrassed. She had wanted to say boyfriend just now, but she did not quite dare.

Her grandmother beamed and hurried them along. “Come inside, Dominic. I’ll get you something to eat.”

Dominic waved his hands in quick refusal. “You really don’t have to be so polite.”

Even so, he could not bring himself to decline. She tugged him toward a wooden bench and pressed him down to sit, then bent slightly as she made her slow way into the house.

Not long after, she returned at an unhurried pace with a plate in her hands.

The plate held a few dried snacks, peanuts and almonds among them.

Wendy’s grandmother spoke cheerfully. “I don’t have anything good at home. Dominic, just make do with these. I will cook for you later.”

“Ah, thank you. This is more than enough,” Dominic answered at once.

She took his hand and continued warmly, “Dominic, this child can be quite mischievous. You’re a bit older than she is. You can’t spoil her in everything. When she needs discipline, you should give it.”

A trace of awkwardness crossed Dominic’s face. The grandmother had clearly mistaken him for her future grandson–in–law.

He did not correct her and simply nodded. “I understand. Wendy and I are good friends.”

Wendy wrapped her arms around her grandmother and spoke in a coaxing tone. “Oh, stop it. You’re going to scare him.”

Only then did the grandmother release Dominic’s hand, her smile so wide that it refused to fade. “All right, all right. I won’t say

anymore.”

“Grandma, I haven’t had your famous pasta in a long time. I’ve been craving it. Make a plate for me,” Wendy said.

At once, she smiled. “All right. I’ll make it right now.”

With that, she headed into the kitchen.

As she passed a cabinet, she stopped short.

A brand–new photo frame rested on top. In the black–and–white photograph, a young girl smiled brightly, sweet and adorable.

The old woman’s body quivered. Moisture gathered in her clouded eyes. She reached out and turned the photo frame face down.

Outside, Wendy’s vision blurred as she spoke through her emotion. “My grandmother said on the phone last time that I hadn’t had her pasta in so long. Wah…”

Dominic said nothing. He only lifted a hand and patted her shoulder with care.

Less than an hour later, the old woman emerged with two steaming plates of pasta. “Wendy, Dominic, eat while it’s hot.”

Dominic stood at once to take a plate. “Thank you.”

The aroma was rich and inviting. Though he did not feel hungry, he finished every bite.

Wendy did the same.

As she ate, she spoke softly with her grandmother.

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When Wendy finished and her grandmother carried the plates to the back, Wendy tugged at Dominic’s sleeve. “I’m starting to feel dizzy again…”

“Take the hair off,” Dominic said quickly.

Wendy could not hold on any longer. She removed the hair stand.

When her grandmother came back out, Wendy was gone. The old woman fell silent for a long moment before she asked, “Wendy … has she left?”

Dominic offered a gentle smile. “She had something to take care of, so she left first.”

Her gaze drifted to a small, rusted cart inside the house. She stared at it for a long time.

She and Wendy’s grandfather had made it by hand.

A five–year–old girl rode that cart all over the yard, laughter ringing out as if it had happened only yesterday.

After a long while, she finally showed a faint smile. “She must be busy now. She’ll get better and better, better, and better…”

In her next life, she should be born into a wonderful family.

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