“Could you please cut the steak for her?”
The waiter...
I saw Nova take on a ghastly expression with a grievance.
Though weird the request was, the waiter did that with a smile.
But what followed was an embarrassed silence.
Dennis put the cut steak in front of me as if he didn’t know what was happening, “Earth to you, enjoy your meal.”
I nodded.
Clarie had a look at me and Nova, thinking about something.
I picked up my glass and drank.
She suddenly asked, “Mario, you don’t love her, right?”
Shocked at her words, I almost spat out my water.
Nova went white as a sheet, pressing her lips. She squeezed a smile, looking awkward.
Mario felt interested to ask Clarie, “Do you know what is love?”
Clarie nodded, “Leo told me if a boy loves a girl, he will care for her. Just like Dennis, he often cares for mom, cutting steak for her, cooking for her, calling her.”
I...
Leo was a “good” teacher.
Dennis instead felt a little proud, “Leo does have a good perception.”
How interesting!
Clarie nodded, and said seriously, “Of course. Leo told me to learn to observe if my future boyfriend loves me, or I will be unhappy.”
“Clarie, stop talking. Eat your meal.” I interrupted. Nova didn’t look good.
Pregnant women were always sentimental. Though I disliked her, I didn’t expect to irritate her.
Clarie spoke no more and started to eat her steak.
But Mario stared at Clarie thoughtfully. I didn’t know if he was on purpose to say, “Clarie is straightforward as her.”
I frowned. I knew “her” was Diana. But he shouldn’t say that at this moment.
I made an excuse to leave for a while.
People always valued what they had lost. Ridiculous.
Nova followed up. She looked unhappy. “You adopt her, but why do you take her around to interfere in others’ life?”
I was surprised to look back at her, frowning, “Interfere in others’ life?”
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