Sara knew it in her heart. As for the past, bygones be bygones. If a woman was too smart, she would
not live a happy life.
But it didn't mean that she had forgiven Jacob. She was just trying to relieve their relationship.
"Are you hungry?" After sending the doctor away, Jacob immediately turned around and asked.
Sara nodded with a stiff expression on her face. She still had a lingering fear of what happened
yesterday. She was still feeling headache. She didn't know if it was because she was beaten by the
strong men or it was just the result of hangover.
She was still hungry, which meant she was fine.
But it was true that she was terribly frightened. There was no wound on Sara's throat, but she just
couldn't make a sound.
"Winnie has made some porridge. I'll ask her to bring it up," then Jacob stood up and went out.
Sara's mind was still blank. She couldn't speak or think about anything. She just felt hungry and wanted
to eat.
She had lived a simple life, but life pushed her learn to be complicated.
There was a trace of warmth in the familiar environment. Despite the coldness in the air, Sara felt warm
in her heart.
Winnie brought a small table with a plate of pickles and a bowl of porridge with minced pork and
preserved egg.
The food on the small table looked warm and sweet. Perhaps this was her real home. No matter what
she ate, she would feel happy.
"You've drunk too much wine, I asked Winnie to cook some light food. You can eat something else
when you feel better. " It was rare for Jacob to speak so calmly. If it was before, he would definitely
blame her.
Sara nodded thoughtfully and didn't deny it.
When she was reaching for the bowl, Jacob picked it up.
The porridge in his hand was steaming hot. The porridge was white and the meat was soft. It looked
good.
Jacob scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his mouth and blew it gently. "Let me feed you. You
need a good rest."
There was no big change in her expression. Maybe she would be moved to tears in the past, but now
her inner feelings were just so so.
She was no longer the girl who would be moved by this kind of trifles. Even if he didn't feed her, she
could do it by herself.
There were only two of them in the bedroom. They could have be an affectionate couple. But he didn't
tell her about his love for her until she stopped expecting that.
Jacob blew on the porridge and put it aside her mouth.
Lost in his memory, Sara didn't open her mouth. Jacob said calmly, "Open your mouth."
Sara ate a bowl of porridge obediently. In fact, she really wanted to eat that dish of pickles. Because
the porridge was tasteless. Perhaps it was because the wine had stayed in her stomach for too long
and grabbed part of her gustation.
Jacob didn't go downstairs and had a bowl of porridge until he saw Sara finish eating.
Then he quickly went back upstairs. He didn't dare to ask anything about what happened last night.
It was the wound of Sara. This kind of accidents should be forgotten naturally rather than mentioned
once and once again.
James and Winnie didn't ask what happened either. They knew that it was better not to mention it.
For several days in a row, Sara barely got out of bed. It was cold and she was not in the mood of doing
anything.
Every day, she did nothing but looked up at the ceiling in a daze.
When she was in a daze, she actually thought of nothing. However, he still liked to be in a daze.
Jacob felt sad when he saw her like that, but he had no way to change the situation.
He could only let her be absent-minded like that.
A few days later, one morning, Sara was finally able to speak.
At that time, Jacob was feeding her porridge. She said, "It's too hot."
Jacob was overjoyed to hear that. With a smile on his face, he said, "You can finally speak."
With her eyes wide open, she heard that some people would selectively lose part of their memory,
voice or hearing after being stimulated.
She didn't believe it before. When she finally experienced it, she found that the saying might be right.
When Sara was having lunch after she could speak.
"I want to go home..." her voice was neither loud nor low, sounding a little calm.
Go home? Isn't this your home? No, you have been driven away from here. Now, it's your choice.
"Isn't it good to stay here to convalesce? I've already made a deal with your father." Jacob remained
calm on his face. He still remembered the malice he felt when he called Sara's father.
It turned out that he had offended all the closest people unconsciously.
"I want to go home." It was not a consultation, but a statement. Sara looked at Jacob calmly, as if she
wanted to see him through
He was flattering her for unknown reason. Was she be of use to him again?
She couldn't tell the difference from truth and lie at this moment. Was he pretending to be nice and
gentle to her?
If he was pretending, then he would be a great performer.
Jacob looked at Sara into the eyes, realizing that he had lost his confidence. In the past, he always
acted on his own and would never change his mind for anyone else.
But now, he gave in to Sara. They were just hurting each other if they both take tough stance. It would
do no good to both of them.
"Okay, I'll drive you back later." Jacob was still calm.
She thought it would cause another quarrel, but the result was unexpected. Jacob compromised
without hesitation!
Her heart skipped a beat. This time, many unusual things happened.
In the past, he would try every means to find fault with her, but now, he did not make trouble for her
anymore.
James said nothing, he couldn't do much on the affairs of the young couple at all.
He could just stand aside and watch the show. They needed to solve their own problems.
There were many old clothes and a wardrobe in the villa which belonged to Sara.
She casually put on a red overcoat. At this moment, she was brisked up.
Winter was coming to the end. Squinting slightly, Sara stood at the gate of the villa, stamping her feet
and waiting for Jacob.
As the weather became warmer, there were more and more people on the street. The streams of
people seemed to be arranged into groups. They always mixed up in a mess.
Sara looked out of the window absentmindedly, Jacob glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. Even
if he could speak, she was still silent.
The city was like a beautiful combination of lines. However, such beauty was easy cause aesthetic
fatigue.
Aesthetic fatigue is a situation that happens to everyone. When you first see something, you will
definitely be amazed. But when you watch it for a long time, you would definitely be tired of it.
"Do we still have a future?" turning her head to look out of the window, Sara murmured.
Caught off guard, Jacob turned to look at Sara, but before he could say anything, "I don't think there
will be a future for us." for the first time, Sara felt that she had no future with Jacob. She closed her
eyes silently.
Jacob was so upset that he pulled over.
He held the steering wheel with one hand and fumbled in his pocket with the other. He wanted to
smoke at this moment.
But when he finally touched the cigarette, he realized that Sara was still in the car. He was a little
anxious.
"What are you talking about?" Jacob said in a low voice, just to cover up his unknown nervousness.
"I don't know," with her head down, she looked a little sad. She kept thinking that there was no future
between them.
Jacob was stunned and didn't know what to say. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the steering
wheel.
The policemen came from nowhere and knocked on the glass window. Jacob pulled down the window
with a cold face.
"Sorry, you can't park here. It's against the rule. " A young policeman said to Jacob with an amiable
look, bending his waist.
"I know that. Just give me a ticket. I'll leave soon. " Jacob took the ticket and threw it to the pillar behind
the windshield.
Glancing at Sara, Jacob had a gloomy face. He kept driving.
I wanted to take you to see the scene you haven't seen, to eat the food you haven't eaten, to meet the
people you haven't meet and to listen to the story you haven't heard.
Why do you feel that we have no future? Why are you so desperate?
There was also a trace of fear in Jacob's heart.
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