Chapter 142 Keeping Distance Is a Necessity

"I've made up my mind. Don't persuade me." Bright never changed his decision. He said to Rose, "I'm
gonna fetch the suitcase upstairs and wait me for a while."

"No problem." She replied and watched him go upstairs.

Although Bright refused, Hallie still brought the dessert from the kitchen.

"Rose, don't stand there. Help yourself." Hallie laid the tray on the table and held her hands kindly,
"Rose, you don't come here often. Why don't you stay here one more night to accompany Dad? Since
Bright moved away, his Dad has been worried about him, but he can't pocket his pride. So every time
they meet each other, argument is inevitable."

"Auntie, I totally understand your feeling. But you know him well. I'll advice him to pay more visits to
you. " Rose carefully observed Hallie.

She thought Hallie looked kind in face, had a good temper and treated Bright well. She was an
understanding wife and loving mother. Why didn't Marley like her?

"Bright looked cold outside but he was warm hearted. If he says something wrong or does something
bad, please forgive him. Now that he decides to live with you, he'll take the responsibility as a husband,
love you, cherish you and well treat you." Hallie was very considerate and behaved as if she was his
biological mother.

She put in a good word for him from time to time and never cared about his attitude that was lacking
enthusiasm. She was really sensible and a rare stepmother.

Large numbers of men were willing to have such a beautiful and virtuous wife and they wouldn't be
worried about home any more.

"Auntie, I see." Roe kept them in mind.



"Have the dessert now." Hallie gave her a bow of dessert, "Where did he take you?"

"He took me to visit Marley." She said frankly, stretching out her hands for the bowl.

Bang! The china bowl dropped onto the floor and the dessert was spread as well.

Just now her hands touched the edge of the bowl, but Halle released her hands when she heard the
reply. Therefore, the bowl was not dropped by accident.

Stunned for a second, Hallie crouched to pick the pieces and Rose crouched to help her.

"Don't touch them. I'll do it myself." Hallie grabbed the pieces with Rose, "Hiss--"

However, Hallie hurt her hand and right away the blood bled out from the top of the finger.

"Auntie, are you okay?" Rose held Hallie's wrist and pulled her up.

"I'm fine. You're Bright's wife and he should bring you there. He was considerate and did a good job. If
Marley knows it, he would be better and he might revive." Worry appeared on Hallie's face, "How is
he?"

"The same." Rose helped Hallie take the seat and said, "Where's the medicine kit?"

"Zoe, bring it here." Hallie said to Zoe.

"Okay." Until now Zoe saw her mum's finger bleeding and she ran for the kit immediately.

"It's been years. He doesn't get better and no one knows when he can revive." Hallie sighed with
resignation, "Francis and Bright's biggest wish is that he can revive. It's the whole family's wish as well.
We hope he can revive as soon as possible."



"He's so young and has a good prospect. He'll know his beloved girl, get married and be happy. He
shouldn't lie in bed for the rest of his life."

Hallie was painful and tears appeared in her eyes.

"Auntie, Marley is such a nice man. He'll get good returns. He'll definitely revive." Rose was moved as
well.

"Yes, he will. Please pay more visits to him." Hallie said with relief.

"If Marley knows you think in this way, he can't be happier." Bright approached them slowly with the
suitcase.

"Here's the medicine kit." Meanwhile Zoe put down the white kit.

Rose opened the kit, took out the swab and alcohol to sterilize Hallie's wound. At last, she wounded the
wound with the band-aid.

"It's done, auntie." Rose took the tools back into the medicine kit.

"Thanks, Rose." Hallie said.

Bright held Rose's hand, "Let's go."

"Bright…"

"Yes, auntie?"

"Come back more often when you are free."

Bright didn't reply. He took Rose to leave the house.



He put the suitcase into the trunk, opened the door for her and blocked the door in case she hit her
head, "Buckle-up."

He didn't go inside the car until Rose took the seat. He started the engine and drove away.

Bright drove a long way with his eyebrows twisted. After a turn, he asked slowly, "How did auntie get
wounded?"

"I told her you brought me to see Marley. Then she broke the bowl." Rose turned her eyes toward him,
peering at his twisted eyebrows, "Auntie is worried about Marley as well."

"You speak for her only after seeing her twice." Bright felt dissatisfied secretly.

"No. I just think she is better than many other stepmothers. I really think Marley should accept her.
Have you heard Marley saying that he didn't like her?" Rose thought it was impossible.

"He didn't say so, but he never smiled at her and even moved away. If he accepted her, how could he
behave so?"

"Why did you move away?"

"I feel at ease by living alone."

"Maybe Marley thought in the same way." Rose smiled, "Francis only had you two. But he got married
with auntie. Maybe Marley wanted to leave them more space to get together and he could be at ease
after moving away. Wasn't it good to both sides?"

"So that's why you've treated auntie without enthusiasm?"

"I don't have much love for my biological mother, let alone auntie, who has no blood relation with me.
Keeping distance with her is a necessity." She was his father's wife. As a stepson, he should avoid



doing anything that might cause suspicion.

"You're right." Rose nodded seriously, "Or the rumor about you will be worse."

"It's good that you understand." The flame of love came to the corners of Bright's eyes.

When they arrived at Ginkgo Villa, Peter had been waiting there. Seeing Bright holding Rose's hand, he
couldn't help smiling.

"Mr. Lee, is Miss Rose your wife?" While getting the suitcase, Peter didn't forget gossip.

"Brilliant!" He praised. Only those who were not pure thought she was the other woman. Those who
understood him would never mistake him.

"Peter, how did you know it?" Rose felt confused.


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