When I see her, my first reaction is to run away.
I don’t know why I would have this idea even though I did nothing wrong.
Hilda sees me at once. She adjusts the sunglasses on her face and walks towards me with a light
smile.
She always gives me the feeling of being too calm, which even makes me think that she doesn’t belong
to the gentle type at all.
Most of the time, only woman can truly know well about woman.
But men are easily to be fooled by a woman’s appearance.
Hilda is exactly this kind of woman.
She has already come over, and I have no way to avoid her and only say to her sullenly, "What a
surprise. I really didn’t expect I would meet you here."
"Not at all, I come here specifically for you."
She replies coldly, without any interest in exchanging pleasantries with me.
Specifically come for me?
How did she know I’m here? How did she find me so easily when I shopping around without any
regular routine?
Even in my later life I’m still thinking that if I had been more careful, some things would have not
happened at all.
But there is never "if" in this world.
"What do you want?" I ask quietly.
"Why don’t we go to the café to talk about it? It’s not convenient here."
She glances at the baby in the stroller when she replies.
It’s true that with a baby to look after, it’s not quite convenient to talk about things, so I follow her to a
café.
Instead of ordering coffee, I only ask for a glass of pure water.
"I’m glad you finally find your child back."
She smiles at me and says gently.
I have to admit that the way she looks right now is so gentle and harmless.
But such kind of women are deadly poisons. They can kill others without their knowing. So I can’t be
too careful.
"If you want to say something, just say it. There is no need to beat about the bush."
I don’t know her that well, so I don’t think it necessary for us to have such a kind of pleasantries which
happens among friends.
"Good." She nods and says directly, "As a mother, you should understand my feelings. It’s impossible
for me to leave my child without a father, so I won’t divorce Frances."
But Frances is not her child’s father. Is it good with Frances that he suddenly has one more child even
though the child is not his?
I feel speechless for her words.
"Although I’m so sorry that your child’s father was dead, it’s meaningless for you to haunt Frances. I
don’t know when you fall in love with him, but I’m sure there is no place for you in his heart at all. He
has been so kind to you is for Terence’s sake."
How funny it is. We two are exactly like a woman is questioning her husband’s mistress here.
Frances is mine, and no one can steal him from me, so I have to show her my tough attitude.
She smiles gently but there is a forlorn look in her eyes.
"I know. You see much clearer than he does. Even until now, he still doesn’t know how I feel about him.
Sometimes, men are fools."
If front of me, she doesn’t hide her feelings for Frances at all.
Since I’ve seen through her, she doesn’t need to.
"It’s your business for you to love him wishfully, but I believe no one can change his love for me." I say
firmly.
Since Frances confessed his love for me, I have never doubted it.
"Oh, but what can you do? I will be that one. So you’d better not expect I will divorce with Frances."
"In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you divorce or not. Your marriage is not legitimate anyway."
Though I speak up in such a sure and justified way, my heart is uneasy.
My heart will never be settled down as long as Frances has any relationships with Hilda.
Unlike the fear of Whitney, Hilda gives a feeling of trepidation.
The more gentle and harmless a person looks like, the more deadly her attack is.
Hilda is such a kind of person.
Having no interest in talking to her more, I get up and go out with my baby.
Suddenly, her voice comes from behind, sounding meaningfully.
"Jane, you’ll be regret it for sure."
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