GoodReadDorothy's face paled in an instant, her features drawn tight with tension.
She couldn't even turn away fast enough to dodge Everett's piercing gaze.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No need, I'll go alone." She attempted to leave, but Everett's grip on her wrist was firm, "Give me a reason." "There is no reason." Dorothy struggled to break free, "I just want to go alone!" Seeing her struggle, Everett feared she might hurt herself in the tussle and abruptly let go, causing her to stagger backwards.
Fortunately, he quickly pulled her back into his arms.
As he tried to understand Dorothy's sudden change of expression, he ventured, "Is it because... your mother never liked me?" Everett remembered how her mom had been keen on setting her up with Kenneth rather than him.
Dorothy shook her head, "Stop probing.” She couldn't bring herself to visit her mother's grave with the son of her mother's murderer, at least not before justice had been served. It would be a disrespect to her mother's spirit.
Dorothy knew her mother would be furious.
"Alright, | won't pry," Everett said, seeing her downcast eyes and realizing she didn't want to talk about it anymore. "I've prepared everything you need for the memorial. I'll drive you there, but | won't enter the cemetery, okay?" "Everett, it's been a while since | visited mom. | want to talk to her, just me alone, please!" Her refusal couldn't have been clearer. Everett could only nod with a wry smile, "Okay, as you wish." Jeffrey drove Karen to the entrance of Kenneth's apartment building. From a distance, they could see Kenneth waiting outside with a sour face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSensing Karen's unease, Jeffrey patted her shoulder, "I'm here." She looked at him, "What if he hits you?" Karen was a bit troubled, recalling how Jeffrey had gone berserk when he fought with Levi before. She couldn't imagine what she would do if Kenneth and Jeffrey came to blows.
"Well, | won't fight back," Jeffrey said with a laugh, either feigning ease or genuinely unconcerned. "After all, I've swept his dear cousin away. Trust me, I'm tough enough. A few hits won't matter. Just don't beat on my face, or someone might say I've been disfigured, that I've lost my charm and can't keep her heart any longer." Karen took a moment to realize who he meant by "someone." She glared at Jeffrey, "You're still in the mood to joke!" "Of course! We have to face this sooner or later. Dodging isn't my style.” With that, he parked the car at the curb and then playfully slapped his cheeks, "Karen, take a good look at this face — it might not be so handsome in a minute!" Kenneth saw them too and started walking in their direction, his approach fierce and overwhelming. Jeffrey instinctively shielded Karen behind him.
As Kenneth drew closer, Jeffrey greeted him first, "Hi, Kenneth." "Are we acquainted?" Kenneth's tone was frosty from the get-go. "Karen, come with me." Hesitating, Karen didn't move, "Kenneth, Jeffrey and | have decided to get married.” "Don't you know who he is?" Kenneth shot back directly. "It was you who told me when Heather tried to slap Dorothy at the hospital, Jeffrey was there kicking Dorothy too when she was down. Have you forgotten?" That incident had become an indelible stain on Jeffrey's past.
Sure enough, Karen could only lower her head in silence at Kenneth's reminder.
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