Chapter 10
Lost in thought, I looked at the swimsuit on my body and asked myself.
Did I really want to wear this?
I looked again at the trendy swimsuit on top of the suitcase.
My heart seemed to accelerate at this moment, it was telling me. I wanted this.
So, I took off my clothes and put on the ones I truly liked.
felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
My daughter and I walked hand in hand along the beach.
Sometimes, little girls passing by would compliment me on how well–dressed I was.
I went from being shy at the beginning to later accepting it calmly.
When we reached a swing, our daughter climbed on it and gently swayed.
The phone suddenly rang, it was my mom.
I exhaled a breath, what was meant to come would always come.
After the call was connected, my mother interrogated me if I wanted to divorce Joaquin, as Joaquin
had come to her to complain.
I answered yes.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an excited cry from
my mother.
“That’s great, you finally got divorced from him! I never had high hopes for him from the beginning, and I wouldn’t have agreed if it wasn’t for your father’s approval.”
I smiled bitterly, actually blaming my father, but it would be better to blame myself.
Mom told me to play and come home, and she and Dad would prepare everything for me. Choking back tears, I responded and hung up the phone.
I wiped my face with my hand, and a large hand handed me a tissue.
I looked up in astonishment and saw a young boy.
He wore sunglasses, but the curve when he smiled was very attractive.
I took the tissue and thanked him.
My daughter chattered to me, “Mom, it was him who kept pushing me on the swing. Please treat him to an ice cream.”
Chapter 10
The boy raised his eyebrows and rubbed Lia’s head.
“No need. I’m a big boy.”
I remembered what Lia taught me and chuckled, “Who says older children can’t eat ice cream?”
The boy looked at me in astonishment and sheepishly scratched his head.
In the end, I bought an ice cream for the three of us.
Sitting on the beach, leisurely eating.
Lia held up her phone and insisted on taking a photo, and then posted it on her friend circle where She had only a few people.
The boy’s name is Dariel Stevens. He was a sophomore this year and also came here to play during the summer vacation. I sighed a little, oh, so young.
Dariel nodded without modesty, “Yes, I was quite young, hahaha, but also very reckless.”
I was somewhat surprised by his frankness.
Dariel smiled and said, “Being twenty comes with its own troubles, being thirty comes with its own beauty, and both are fine.”
I smiled and my daughter flattered eagerly.
I looked at her because Dariel was handsome and she was infatuated.
And so, after five days of crazy fun, Dariel and I bid farewell.
I took the return flight with my daughter.
For five whole days, I did not answer Joaquin’s calls. I glanced briefly and roughly, there should have been nearly a hundred of them.
It’s funny, the person who used to be most annoyed by others making bombardment–style phone calls has now become like this.
As I returned home and opened the door, a choking smoke immediately billowed out.
My daughter and I were choked and coughed continuously.
Hearing the sound, the person lying in bed like a corpse finally sprung up.
He ran over suddenly, grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.
