GoodReadKen remained silent.
Though he knew that Dorothy would never take Everett to the graveyard.
The drive back to Bay Residence was charged with a heavy silence.
Apart from Abigail and Langston's playful giggles, Dorothy and Everett hardly exchanged a word.
Everett had not only done thorough preparation for the memorial but had also purchased a prime plot in the cemetery, hoping that if Dorothy agreed, they could relocate her mother's resting place there.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, it was clear she wasn't even willing to let him go with her.
As the car came to a halt in front of Bay Residence, Everett stepped out first, cradling Abigail in his arms, with Langston and Dorothy trailing behind.
Dorothy wanted to strike up a conversation with Everett, but seeing him not even turning back, she swallowed the words back.
He took the kids to the play castle, leaving her alone in the living room.
Dorothy knew Everett wasn't a man without temper. He was simply holding back, not wanting to lash out at her.
Sitting on the couch, she glanced at the calendar on her phone.
A month had flown by quickly, and now only half of it was left. Dorothy didn't want to squander these last precious moments with him on arguments or hold a grudge until dawn.
So she changed into her loungewear and went to the kitchen to cook a few simple dishes.
When Everett emerged, he found Dorothy sitting at the dining table with a welcoming smile.
In that instant, all the gloom and irritation seemed to dissipate.
He was utterly defenseless against Dorothy.
"It's been a while since I've cooked. Care to taste?" Dorothy offered him a set of cutlery.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEverett pulled out a chair and sat down. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small cut on her hand, likely from chopping —a sign of her long absence from the kitchen.
"Don’t do this again," Everett said gravely and rose to fetch the first-aid kit for her.
Dorothy let him bandage her wound without protest, resting her cheek against his arm. "Can you stop being mad, please?" "I'm not mad." "But your face looks sour!" Dorothy blinked at him playfully. "Smile for me. You're not handsome when you don't." Exasperated, Everett put away the first-aid kit and then came back, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.
He didn't turn on the light but instead gently laid Dorothy down on the bed. The afternoon sun was no longer strong, casting a soft glow through the window onto her delicate features.
They locked eyes, and after a long moment, he sighed.
"I'm not mad. I'm just wondering why." "Stop wondering. You'll know anyway in half a month." "Do you resent me for not being there when your mother passed?" Everett had thought of that, and it pained him. "I swear, | had no idea about your mother's death.” If he had known, he would never have left Dorothy! "I don't blame it on you. It's been so long, don't dwell on it." She had endured those tough days with clenched teeth and now she simply didn't want to bring them up.
"Dorothy, promise me, whatever happens, we'll face it together.” She looked into Everett's eyes for a long time before finally speaking softly, "In your heart, who matters more, me or your mom?" "That's not something to compare.” "What if one day, there's a deep conflict between her and me? So deep that it can't be resolved, how would you choose?" Everett's gaze flickered before he parted his lips, "I won't let you be wronged."
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