Chapter 662 Better To Sort Out Your Own Feelings
Carter stood outside the Larson residence, where he remained until all the lights inside the house went out.
As he drove, his thoughts were all over the place as he questioned his own feelings toward Jennifer. When he saw what a difficult time Jennifer was having outside the bar, it surprisingly wrenched at him in a way that left him quite confounded.
The thought of Jennifer’s aloofness toward him also threw his heart into disarray. By the time he came back to his senses, he fortuitously spotted a dog dashing across his path not too far ahead. In a moment of panic, he turned the steering wheel, and with a protracted screech, the car was spun around until it came to a complete halt.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Carter was finally able to settle his nerves.
He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel in a cold sweat and rested there for quite some time before he restarted the engine.
Back home, he took a hot bath. Afterward, he poured himself some wine and stood by the window that overlooked the sights and sounds beyond.
He appeared distant, though it was less obvious what was going through his mind.
It was the solitude of the night that usually made one especially contemplative.
The very next day, he received a call from Faye summoning him over.
He drove home with pace and stepped inside the hall before greeting, “Mom.”
Faye was pouring some coffee into a cup with sublime elegance. When she saw him coming in, she pointed at a couch at the side. “Sit.”
Naturally, Carter did as she asked.
Placing one of the cups of coffee in front of him, Faye said, “Give it a try and let me know whether my skills have improved.”
Sampling a mouthful, Carter replied, “There’s sweetness amidst the bitter notes and a good mouthfeel. Not bad.”
“Glad you liked it.”
Placing the cup down, Carter said, “Go ahead, Mom. Why have you asked me to come over today?”
Dapping at the corner of her lips with a handkerchief, Faye regarded Carter. “What’s going on between you and Jennifer?”
“What are you getting at?” Carter countered.
Faye shot him a look and said, “Don’t you play dumb with me. You know exactly what I’m getting at.”
That elicited a chuckle from Carter. “There’s nothing going on between her and myself, Mom. Didn’t you already know that?”
“That’s good to hear. I used to think that she’s a pretty nice girl, but now, I’m just not sure whether she’s the right one for you. So, it’s wonderful that she’s no longer pestering you. Saved me a ton of worries, at least.” As she smiled in satisfaction, there was a hint of smugness in Faye’s tone.
Carter’s expression dimmed. “Weren’t you very fond of her, Mom?”
“I am, still. It’s just that I’m not convinced that she’ll make the ideal partner for you, that’s all. Now that that’s out of the way, you should go on to work. I’d be heading out to do some shopping with a couple of friends myself,” said Faye while she fiddled with her meticulously manicured nails.
Looking intently at his own mother, Carter suddenly realized how selfish his mother was in her willingness to dictate his love life to further her own ends.
“Don’t you find your own words a little cold, Mom?” Carter asked bluntly.
“Are they?” Faye looked up at him in puzzlement. “Weren’t you disinterested in Jennifer before? Shouldn’t you be relieved that I’m not going to push you to marry her anymore?”
“More than anything else, I think you’re only doing this just to preserve your own reputation, Mom, as you never did take your own son’s opinions into consideration, ever,” Carter’s expression turned frigid in an instant.
“Whatever do you mean by that, Carter?”
“You know very well that you’re only thinking less of Jennifer because of the video of her you’ve seen online, Mom. Severing your ties with the Larsons just because of the scandal that happened to them? Don’t you think that’s being a little ungrateful?”
“How could you say that, Carter?” said Faye in slight dismay. “I’m just doing what’s best for you!”
“I’d say that you’re doing what’s best for yourself, Mom. I’m leaving.” Carter then about-faced and straight up walked out.
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