Christina looked at them suspiciously. Since they didn't want to say anything, she didn't continue to ask.
"Grandpa, I want to go back to my old apartment and pack something up."
"Be careful."
Although Mr. Hopkins pulled a long face all day, he was not as cold and domineering as the rumors. He was more open and easy to get along with than his grandson.
"Got it."
She answered and followed the driver out.
Yesterday, when she talked to her aunt on the phone and mentioned the past, Christina remembered that her little wooden box had disappeared. There were so many things that happened in the past few months and she was not sure where she left it.
The car was moving steadily and rapidly. In a moment of thought, Christina turned to look out of the window and found that they had arrived at the old house she used to live in.
"I want to stay in the apartment for half a day. You go back first. I'll call you if anything comes up and then you come to pick me up." As she spoke, she opened the car door and walked out.
"All right. Ma'am, take care."
The driver nodded at her and did not dare to accompany her forcefully. He stepped on the gas and left quickly.
Christina walked into the dilapidated apartment. Without an elevator, she could only climb the stairs step by step. She took the key out of her bag and wondered where her little wooden box was...
"Miss Dickens, you're here."
A man came out of the opposite door and greeted her with a smile.
Christina didn't know him and he looked like a new resident. She replied politely, "Hello." She took out the key to open the door of her apartment and walked in.
When the door was closed, Christina suddenly realized something, 'How does he know my surname is Dickens?'
Out of curiosity, Christina lay prone on the door. From the peephole above the door, she could see that the other party had locked the door and gone downstairs. She didn't think much about it. Anyway, she would return to the Hopkins Family in the afternoon.
After rummaging through the small apartment twice, she still couldn't find her small wooden box.
"Could it be left in the Hampton Family..."
Feeling a little depressed, she looked up at the electronic clock on the wall. It was almost noon.
She packed up and stuffed back the clothes which were in a mess as she rummaged through them. Thinking about it, she felt a little awkward going to the Hampton Family to get her little wooden box.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Christina was startled and hurried out of the small bedroom.
However, before she could go forward, the door had already been opened with a click.
Who had the key...
"What are you doing here?"
Christina looked at the person in front of her warily and puzzledly, especially when she saw that he was carrying a large bag of fresh ingredients in his right hand.
"I bought some food and came to cook for you."
He seemed to be in a good mood, and his tone sounded very natural. As he spoke, he walked towards the kitchen.
"Cory!"
a voice
face had no angry and decadence he had yesterday. He turned on the
do you
stood behind him, a little afraid to
expensive Patek Philippe watch and whispered, "It's almost 12 o'clock. Christina, wait for me for a while.
Master, Cory, never had the habit of
"What's wrong with you?"
but step forward and snatch the big shopping
know you don't like eggs..." He still had a smile on his face, and he said slowly. It sounded like he was trying to coax her. "I bought a lot of
with a look of
all. He was a little confused, and his fingers were bleeding as his fingers were stabbed by the
"Cory, stop messing around!"
big kitchen knife and cut the poor lobster into
time when she saw Patrick fry soft-shelled crabs
from your aunt that you like men
that he had a
they
know you feel bad about being tricked by Patrick, but it's too late..." She didn't want to get
steamed or stir-fried?" He continued to work and asked patiently as if
his clumsy movements as he tried to hold pots
seafood when I'm pregnant." She suddenly raised her voice
the smile
Pregnant.
Pregnant with Patrick's child.
angrily, "If Patrick didn't get in the way, we would be a very good
"Enough!"
his arm quickly and dragged him out the door. "Cory, don't go crazy
so angry that she
banging came from the old iron
control but occasionally, he would soften his voice. "Christina, I'm not messing around anymore. I listen to you. Whatever you
the shaking iron door, feeling very
Carrie, and the rest... She didn't want to talk to
of ingredients into the trash can. Cory's annoying voice still rang in her
she was usually fierce, she hated the softness deep in
some vegetables and beef, and
some instant noodles at home. She threw them into the pot and boiled beef noodles. Although the beef was hard to chew
enough, I should find a cook to be my husband." As she chewed
had this realization a long time ago, so her birthday wishes in her third year of high
then she didn't know who took the wish card. Christina thought that maybe some unscrupulous person got and
time she came back to this small and dilapidated apartment. Hopkins Family was too big and luxurious. Returning back to
eating, she cleaned up and went back to her little room, preparing to lie
the time she woke up, it was
man that she would return by
her clothes, grabbed
door, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. The lights on the stairs of the old apartment had been out for a long time, and the light was a little dim at sunset, but she could clearly recognize the man sitting
"Cory!"
with a complicated