Just now, her heart was beating wildly because of his action.
"What are you thinking about?"
She shook her head, turned to look at the garden, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The
morning air was good, with a little moist. Although it was not as good as her hometown, it was much
better than other places. In fact, the air in J City was bad. It was very bad.
After Enrique finished the breakfast, Harris came to the dining room with a pale face.
"Good morning, dad."
Harris looked at his son and asked uneasily.
"Good morning. Have you ever seen your father?"
"No. I guess he hasn't gotten up yet."
Harris glanced at Enrique and ignored him. He was just like himself in the past. He didn't care about
family affairs at all and only knew about work. If he had known it earlier, he wouldn't have asked
Enrique. Since he quarreled with Albert yesterday, he had returned to his room. He had planned to find
Albert on his own initiative today.
However, when he knocked on the door, there was no one in the room. He went to the Gavin's room,
and there was no one in there either. At that time, he thought whether it was what he said last night that
had gone too far? He made Albert get angry and he even ignored him now. Or he had already gone
home?
When Harris was lost in various fancies and conjectures, Albert and Gavin came back with breakfast in
their hand. They had bought it from outside. Albert went straight to the table and opened the breakfast.
It was glutinous rice cake and soybean milk. Harris's eyes lit up. He liked eating glutinous rice cake
most when he was young. How long hadn't he eaten it?
Gavin was also holding a bowl of glutinous rice cake in his hand, but they opened it and ate it in front of
Harris, as if they didn't see Harris. Enrique took a look at the three old men and lowered his head to eat
his breakfast.
"It smells so good. Oh, it's glutinous rice cake. My mother used to cook it and sell it in the small town. I
haven't eaten it for a long time."
At this moment, Lydia came back from outside. Behind her stood a young servant, who was asked by
Harris to take care of Lydia. After hearing the voice of Lydia, Albert didn't even raise his head. Albert
continued to eat. Gavin felt a little embarrassed. He looked down at the food that had been bitten by
him. Then he looked at Albert beside him and thought, 'Forget it. I should pretend not to hear her voice
either.'
In fact, what Albert worried about was really reasonable, but Harris might be confused by that girl's little
face and even have an illusion that his wife came back in the past. Both he and Albert felt that the girl
in front of them was strange. Even if she looked like someone, but what about her personality? She
had the same character as Harris's wife.
Was there such a coincidence in the world? They didn't think so. There was no such thing at all, so
Albert's suspicion was reasonable. Looking at Enrique's look on his face, he didn't seem to have much
reaction. It didn't make sense. After all, he mistakenly thought that Albert had killed his mother and he
even did such a horrible thing that year.
"Dad, Father, Uncle Gavin, I'm finished eating. I need to go now. Remember to ask Teresa to prepare
for the banquet tomorrow evening."
Enrique stood up and nodded politely to Lydia. Then he turned around and walked towards the gate of
the villa. The driver had already been waiting for him there. Looking at his back, Lydia had to admit that
this man had a fatal attraction, especially when he was gentle.
"Uncle Harris, your son is so handsome."
"Of course. He is my son."
At first, Harris was a little depressed. He knew that Albert and Gavin did it on purpose, but when he
heard that Lydia talked to him and said Enrique was handsome, he was full of pride. Yes, Enrique was
excellent.
"What's his name?"
"Enrique Shen!"
"Enrique Shen? Enrique Shen?"
With her head down, Lydia repeated the name for several times. Her face was red. She felt that
Enrique's name was really pleasant to hear. Enrique Shen. 'Enrique! Good name!' Albert glanced at
Lydia.
"Why hasn't Teresa gotten up yet? Eva, go to wake her up for breakfast. I found that she was becoming
more and more unruly. After getting married, she always didn't get up at the right time. What Enrique
did was also wrong. He shouldn't have spoiled his wife so much. Both of them will set a bad example
for the children."
As soon as Albert finished his words, Lydia looked up at Albert in astonishment. Somehow, she
suddenly felt a little bitter in her heart. It seemed that Enrique, such a young and promising man was
married. At first, she thought that Teresa was Uncle Albert's daughter, and perhaps he brought her to
come to visit the Shen Family.
She had wanted to see Enrique all the time since the first time she saw him. Just like today, she got up
early on purpose. From Uncle Harris's words, she knew that Enrique would go to the company very
early and get up early every morning. If it was still early, he would go to the back garden for a walk.
That was why she was in the back garden today morning.
In fact, she really wanted to meet him again. She didn't believe in love at first sight before, but now she
believed it, especially when she saw the tenderness in Enrique's eyes and his gentle smile, heard his
gentle words to her, and felt his gentle touch on her hair. She had thought that everything would be
natural and they would be together with each other. However, he had already had a wife, and even a
father of two children.
It was really out of Lydia's expectation because Enrique looked so young. Albert snorted in his heart. 'It
is really easy to see through her mind.' Enrique was young, handsome and rich, making people feel
that he was a gentle man, like the sun. If he were a woman, he would definitely like him. Unfortunately,
only they knew how cruel this gentle man could be. How could this woman dream of loving her
daughter's husband?
Harris glanced at Albert and knew that he didn't like Lydia from the very beginning. Because Lydia
looked like his wife, sometimes, Harris even had an illusion that his wife had come back. Unfortunately,
he was old, but Lydia was in such a young age that she even could be his child. How could he be so
old that he couldn't tell the reality from illusion?
Perhaps when he faced her face, he would think of his wife. In the past, he was addicted to work and
often didn't go home. He didn't have much time to see his wife in a year, let alone accompany her. This
had always been a pain and regret in his heart. That was why he wanted to spend more time with Lydia
and make her happy.
Perhaps this was a disguised form of self-comfort. In fact, he had never solved the knot in his heart for
so many years.
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