BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Chapter 8
At this thought, Jeremy’s gaze landed on the remaining half of the cake.
Yvonne, standing on her tiptoes, grinned widely, Jeremy, cut here! This piece is the prettiest!”
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Jeremy followed her request, cutting the most delicate slice of cake. He grabbed a knife and fork from the tray, mumbled
something to the little one, and then turned to walk out.
Charles’s room was at the end of the hallway, oddly quiet.
Jeremy knocked softly, then gave it another tap. After a second, the door handle slowly turned, and the white door creaked
open without a sound.
Standing in the doorway, he held the small cake with both hands and softly called out, “Hey, Charles”
Charles glanced at the cake in his hands, his long lashes fluttering just a little, but he didn’t say anything
Jeremy cleared his throat, “Uh, this is the cake I got for Yvonne tonight. Want to try a bite?” He paused, then added with a smirk.
It’s super sweet”
Charles lifted his eyes, then asked, as if out of nowhere, “Her name’s Yvonne?”
“Yeah. Mentioning Yvonne made Jeremy’s words come our fast. I went to the orphanage with Dad this morning to adopt her.
She’s really well–behaved. By the way, have you met her?”
Charles, resting his hand against his lips, coughed a few times, his voice quiet. “Yeah, I’ve seen her. In the garden.”
“Oh, okay.”
The silence fell again.
It wasn’t until a while later that Jeremy finally spoke up to break the awkward pause. “Well, if you don’t want the cake. I’ll just
take it out.”
He was fully ready for rejection, but to his surprise, Charles raised his hand and, with an almost delicate motion, took the cake
from him. Thanks.”
After the door clicked shut, Jeremy stood frozen for a while, not quite able to process what had just happened.
He hadn’t expected Charles to actually accept the cake, and even thank him.
His hand, which had been hanging at his side, unconsciously tightened into a fist, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
At dinner, Kelvin didn’t return, so it was just Yvonne and Jeremy at the table.
Yvonne had been holding back for a while but finally couldn’t help herself. “Jeremy, is Mr. Kelvin Adler not coming back for
dinner?”
Jeremy, in a great mood, casually turned to answer, “Well, when work’s crazy, sometimes he doesn’t get back until late at night.
“Oh, got it. Yvonne lowered her eyes and stared at her bowl, not saying another word.
She still had a healthy appetite at dinner–she hadn’t eaten much since lunch.
By the time they were done, it was already seven. Jeremy had to go out for something, and Yvonne went back to her room.
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She closed the door, walked on to the balcony, and wared or the painture plate
With nothing
The jasmine, which had looked party or dead in the morning to sound whe wings we
of the evening, its leaves owaying lady in the Renew
Yvonne reached out and gently soured the brave sgmasking with down in die dingeng money get better soon. You’ve gotta muke
Churle happy shay
The jasmine seemed to understand brushing in lease against her finger the young sex ante lug
Earlier, it had born bare, most of its leaves goose, a benches day and the ends had band wires
been parar, ina Randi
But now, the day roots seemed to be puling with fresh lite, sending NEW ANAYES MAS The temedes
The buds, which had looked frostbatten betoon were now manding price onent for your and you kn enough, you could smell the
fittest, sweetest fragrance
Yvonne stood there, holding the branches just like the hard that ring
What she had figured out was that the little green yers on her were able to bring glans week to the soveting the discovered while
at the orphanage
Back in her room, she noticed the vibrace roses in a vase on the sable Liften had plant them there we thinking the room was too
plain.
Yvonne moved in slow, deliberate steps, her small hands gently reading the story docet ind
The moment her fingertips brushed against it, a soft green glow tickered so life, casting a real shutter over the pealis
The rose, already stunning now seemed almost sinfd in its heavy–whery, mod and dripping with code I trigger exploded through
the room, saturating the air with a heady sweetest
She inhaled deeply, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. Perfect the only would the towers stay for longer has the scent would
also grow richer, more intoxicating,
With that thought, the padded off to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then dipped sader the converting mo a dreamless
sleep.
At least, until hunger came knocking
darknes
Her stomach’s loud, imistent growl startled her awake. Groggy, she pushed herself up, blinking against the dafon
At some point, the room’s lights had gone out, leaving only the warm glow of the tiny nigam by her bed, casting so shadows
against the walls
She swallowed. She was starving Then she remembered–the cake. The one from arber
ne
Jeremy had suggested tossing it, but she’d insisted on keeping it. If the remembered right, it should will be in the fridge
Carefully, she cracked open the bedroom door, peeking outside like a cautious little cat. The hallway lights were still on the place
was dead uilent.
Moving with the precision of a seasoned thief, she slipped out, her bare feet making no sound against the floor. The inving room
was dark except for a faint nightlight, casting just enough glow to make out the furniture
She reached the fridge, pried open the heavy door, and scanned the shelves. There–her cake, sitting ugly on the top
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shelf.
Her eyes lit up, her fingers stretching toward it. And then... nothing.
Her fingertips barely grazed the edge of the plate.
She let out a frustrated sigh, leaning against the fridge, debating her options. A chair? Too risky. She’d make noise, and if the
woke anyone up, she was screwed.
Just as she was chewing over her dilemma, a shadow loomed behind her.
A long, veined hand reached over her head, plucking the cake off the shelf like it was the easiest thing in the world
Yvonne stiffened. Her head snapped back, her neck craning as she looked up–way up–only to find herself staring straight into a
pair of deep, unreadable eyes.
It was Kelvin.
Dressed in a crisp black suit, he looked effortlessly sharp, his features cut from marble–high cheekbones, a sharp nose, thin lips
that always seemed like they were one breath away from smirking.
But tonight, there was something else–a quiet exhaustion softening his usually intimidating presence
“Is this what you were after?” His voice was deep, smooth, but rough around the edges, like he hadn’t spoken in hours. Yvonne’s
heart nearly leapt out of her throat–not just because she’d been caught red–handed, but because, well, him. Her face instantly
burned. She stammered, “H–hi, Mr. Adler...
Kelvin gave a slow nod, his gaze flicking over her before turning away. Without a word, he stepped back, cake in hand. He
moved toward the dining table, the dim glow of the nightlight stretching his shadow impossibly long across the floor. “Didn’t eat
enough at dinner?” he asked casually, setting the cake down. His tone was even, but something about it carried weight, like he
was used to being listened to.
Yvonne shifted uncomfortably. “I did. But then I got hungry again.”
Kelvin didn’t say anything to that. Truth was, he’d just gotten home and planned to sit on the couch for a bit before heading
upstairs.
But just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw her–a tiny figure sneaking down the stairs, all soft–footed and cautious. So,
he’d watched. Watched her move through the dark. Watched her struggle to reach the cake.
And then, finally, when it became clear she wasn’t going to give up, he sighed and got up
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