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Someone opened the door and the voices of the maid and Mistress Leslie could be heard. They were talking to each other and Mistress Leslie was in a good mood and was talking cheerfully.
It was a matter between her and Armand, she didnât need Mistress Leslie to know, she was too old to even think of dealing with something like that.
Not for Armandâs sake, but because Mistress Leslie treated her very well.
She opened the door to her room, the maid was hanging out clothes for Mistress Leslie.
âI didnât know you were home.â When the old lady saw Theresa, she was a little taken aback, then, she smiled, âCome, sit down, I have something great to share with you.â
Theresa sat down faithfully on the couch, and the old woman eagerly grabbed her hand.
âWhatâs something that makes Grandma so happy?â Theresa disguised her feelings well, without Mistress Leslie noticing at all.
Even though she hadnât spent much time with Mistress Leslie, her thoughtfulness and kindness had melted her.
Regardless of how she and Armand were, she couldnât hurt Mistress Leslie.
âI met a face reader today, he said my face is ruddy and I would be blessed with good fortune, which means something big is happening.â Mrs. Leslie truly believed in face reading.
Most older people believed in face reading.
People of the older generation were more superstitious.
Theresa couldnât help but let out a chuckle, âYou just believe what she said?â
The old womanâs eyes widened, âLet me tell you, I didnât tell you I had a grandchild, yet by reading my face, you could tell I had a grandson who got married and said within a year he would have a great-grandchild, couldnât you trust that?â
The housekeeper interrupted, âMrs. Leslie was so pleased that she gave him a red packet with a considerable amount of money in it.â
The smile on Theresaâs face gradually faded.
Mistress Leslie gripped Theresaâs hand tighter and stepped closer, âTheresa, about this, Iâm counting on you.â
As she said this, her eyes fell on her belly, âMaybe my great-grandchild is already in your belly.â
Theresa couldnât fake a smile, or say anything to cajole the old man.
When Armand returned, she left and to reciprocate Mistress Leslieâs thoughtfulness, she got up, âLet me cook.â
She cooked for Madame Leslie.
âNo need, sit here.â Mistress Leslie tugged at her and wouldnât let her do anything.
âIt being early New Yearâs, where is Armand, is he still not done with his work in his office?â
Theresa said nonchalantly, âMaybe.â
âThis guy deserves a punch in the face. He has no sense of time and no sense of family, when he comes home, Iâd beat the crap out of him.â Mrs. Leslie really thought that, if he didnât come home, how would she have a great-grandchild then?
Theresa alone could not have a baby.
The night wore on, and Armand still hadnât returned.
Theresa insisted on preparing a meal for Mrs. Leslie even though Mrs. Leslie prevented her from doing so.
Her cooking skills were not good, however, she only did so as a token of her consideration.
With the help of the maid, she prepared a couple of dishes that Mistress Leslie liked best.
Pork ribs and turnip soup were a great dish to eat in winter, and then came crispy cottage cheese, garlic seared prawns and boiled Chinese yam. It was all a light diet.
The food was cooked and served on the table, Theresa washed her hands to serve the rice and called Mistress Leslie to eat.
Mrs. Leslie was still very happy about what had happened during the day, as she had been told that she could have a great-grandchild, of course, she was very happy about it.
So she paid no attention to Theresa and didnât find out what was wrong with her.
He was kind enough to cook for her, in fact, she was very happy about it.
Armand made the right decision to marry her.
Armand was not there and the maid did not sit down. There was only Theresa and Mistress Leslie at the table, Theresa had no appetite, she just didnât want Mistress Leslie to know what was on her mind, so she forced herself to eat a little, âI hear you like to eat this, I didnât do the dish rightâ¦â
âExcellent, itâs already very good, I thought it was delicious.â Mistress Leslie took a piece of crispy bean curd. Although Mistress Leslie was old, her teeth were still hard, as long as it wasnât too hard, she could eat it.
âYou eat too.â Mrs. Leslie served the soup to Theresa, âWe have to eat white radish in the summer, since the saying goes that people eat white radish during the winter and eat ginger during the summer. The saying is really logical.â Theresa smiled and agreed.
She finished the soup that Mistress Leslie served her.
After eating, she helped the maid tidy up the kitchen and then watched TV with Mistress Leslie in the living room.
After ten oâclock, Mrs. Leslie felt sleepy.
Theresa hugged her and helped her into the house, âYou sit down first, Iâll get you a pot of hot water to soak your feet in, so you can sleep soundly. After today, she could leave, she treated her with filial piety.
After all, she used to call her grandmother.
She took the water in the bath. She tested the temperature of the water with her hands and felt that it would not be hot before she took the towel and took it out, put the bowl of water near Mistress Leslieâs feet and put her feet in the bowl, âWill it be too hot?â
âNo, itâs fine with me. If it were too cold, it would be uncomfortable.â Mistress Leslie looked at Theresa and reached out to stroke her head, âYouâre a good girl, Armand is so lucky to be able to marry you.â
Theresa bowed her head, tears spilled over and fell into the bowl of water.
âI am the one who is fortunate to be able to know you grandmother, regardless of what happens next, I will still treat you as my grandmother.â
Mistress Leslie didnât hear clearly what she was saying, she just said cheerfully, âOh girl, stop saying that. You married Armand, then Iâm your grandmother, you canât deny it.â
The water cooled, Theresa took the old womanâs feet out and dried them. She helped her to lie down and rest, âItâs late, sleep early.â
Her feet were comfortable after washing them, Mr. Leslie hummed. âYou too, sleep early. Armand is not back yet, call to hurry him up, get him back early.â
Theresa covered for Mistress Leslie, but then stopped and nodded, âI will, you can rest without worrying about us.â
Mistress Leslie closed her eyes happily, Theresa took the bowl of water to the sink and unloaded it, put the towel aside and left as Mistress Leslie was tired and at the moment was sleeping, Theresa walked softly and closed the door to the room.
Right now, the maid was also resting, the whole living room was empty and silent.
She could hear her own breathing.
She went back to the room, the luggage was still placed on the head of the bed, she did not groom herself or sleep, but went to the window, tenderly lifted the curtain, the night was becoming dull, and she had no feeling of drowsiness.
He looked at the dull, gloomy sky. There wasnât even a star, much like she felt now, there was no light and there seemed to be no hope.
She paid for her foolishness.
She thought she could make it with Armand.
She thought he might possibly fall in love with her.
She thought she loved him.
But after all, only her last thought was true.
She was attracted to him, but what she got was a shock.
She was left alone and mournful in the mist of the night.
And now, he was having fun with the woman he loved. Was he having a sincere conversation with her?
No, to be exact, they were just continuing their relationship and expressing their feelings.
Theresa stayed by the window and Armand returned at dawn.
He pushed open the bedroom door, he hadnât slept all night either. His face was pale. He saw that Theresa was standing by the window. As he was about to ask her how she had gotten up so early. As he touched the luggage on the bedside, he was a little surprised.
âTheresa.â Her voice was a little low and somewhat panicked, âWhy did you pack your luggage?â
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