He said it so soft and light that he seemed like a different person from Bright, who had been so
overbearing and powerful.
And he sounded so tired that anyone who heard him would feel bad for him.
It was noisy in the dining room, but Rose felt quiet around her, and all she could hear was Bright's clear
breathing and her own heart beating.
She held the phone and listened to his breathing without feeling bored or uncomfortable. Instead, she
felt so good.
What was wrong with her?
How could she think Bright's breathing was pleasant to the ear?
She kept silent for so long that Matthew looked at her, whose mind had drifted away, and said gently,
"Miss Linder, the dinner is ready."
"Oh." Rose came to her senses and said to Bright, "I have to go now."
"It can't happen again next time." Bright softened his reprimand, "And go home with Doris after dinner.
Don't hang around. Keep it in your mind that you are married, you have to behave yourself."
What was wrong with her behavior? She just had dinner with her colleague, and there were kids with
them.
Their marriage was about to end and there would be no chance that she could misbehave herself.
"I know exactly what to do and what not to do, and I don't need you to remind me." Rose was unhappy
that he had some comments on her acts.
She was not an easy woman and she would only do what she was supposed to do.
"Well, that's great." Bright didn't have much energy to talk to her. He seemed really tired.
In Rose's eyes, Bright had always been an omnipotent person. Nothing could easily knock him down,
but what made him so tired? Was he sick, or did he encounter problems in work?
She had many questions, but it was not the right time for further discussion.
She'd better had dinner first and then went home.
"Well, bye." Rose said, adding, "Take care of yourself."
"Okay."
Rose put away her cell phone and looked at the dishes on the table.
The dishes were light, but their colors were combined so well that they made Rose feel appetizing at a
glance.
"Is that your friend?" Matthew asked casually.
"Yes." Rose nodded, without saying much.
With a knowing look on his face, Matthew ladled two bowls of soup for Doris and Wyatt, and then he
gave another bowl to Rose.
"Do these dishes agree with you? You can order others if you don't like them." Matthew was as
considerate and thoughtful as a gentleman.
"I like all of them." Rose thought the four of them couldn't even finish the dishes in front of them, so
there was no need to order more.
Although she preferred spicy food, she used to have a light diet for Doris to eat nutritious and healthy
food.
"Enjoy yourself." Matthew picked the soup up. "It's a nice soup with some nutritious food in it. It tastes
good."
Rose took a sip of the soup. It was really delicious, with a faint smell of radish and medicine.
"Yes, it is delicious." Rose gently lifted her eyes to look at the man opposite her.
It was really a blessing to meet such a considerate and caring man.
Rose wondered what kind of woman would leave a successful man like Matthew, who was attractive
and responsible.
Matthew felt Rose's eyes and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"No... No."
Embarrassed, Rose ducked her head and continued to have her soup.
At this moment, Wyatt seemed to remember something and asked Doris, "Doris, you just read a poem,
didn't you? What is that? Could you teach me?"
Wyatt looked at Doris admiringly.
Doris bit the radish, and said, "I'm hungry. Can I fill my stomach first?"
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate." Matthew replied,
looking at his son's curious face.
"You know it, papa." Wyatt turned his head and looked at his father. "Dad, what does that mean?"
"It literally means that the author thought his lover was so lovely and cute just like a summer's day, and
she is even more beautiful than the summer." Matthew explained patiently to his son, "It describes the
author's love for his lover."
Wyatt looked confused.
"Where did Doris learn that?" Matthew asked Rose, wondering if Rose taught her this.
Rose shook her head quickly. "I don't know how she knew that."
"I learned it from TV." Doris said directly. "That's what they acted in the soap operas. It is so sweet."
Rose felt speechless.
Matthew and Rose looked at each other, saying nothing.
This girl was so funny.
"Don't watch so many soap operas." Rose didn't think it would be good for Doris.
"I didn't want to watch them. I watched them with Nora and Jane." Doris shrugged to show her
resignation.
Rose felt guilty again, blaming herself for not spending enough time with her daughter.
"Well, I won't watch soap operas with them anymore." Doris understood what her mother was thinking.
"I'll read more books."
Rose reached out her hand and caressed her daughter's head, feeling relieved.
Rose wanted to pay for a meal, but Matthew beat her to the punch.
"Leave it to me." Matthew handed the card to the clerk.
"But I owed you and promised to treat you to dinner. It should be my treat." Rose said.
"It is Wyatt's father to treat his classmate and his classmate's mother to dinner. The meal you owe me
is between the two of us. There's another chance for you to treat me." Since Matthew said so, there
were no reasons after Rose to refuse him.
Matthew paid the bill, took the receipt, and took Wyatt and Rose out of the restaurant.
They went to the parking lot to pick up their car, and not far from Matthew's car, a woman in a black
low-v skirt was flirting with a young man standing in front of a yellow sports car.
When Wyatt walked by them, his eyes fell on the woman. He held his father and asked in a low voice,
"Dad, is that mom?"
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