The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

“Let’s drop it,” Cedrick cut in. “I know you mean well. And I’m grateful you’ve been here through it all. That’s what got me through the worst.”

So. Five years with her was a sea of misery, huh? And Maricela’s return was some fairy–tale rescue?

Lucille set down her coffee cup.

This morning’s americano tasted especially bitter…

She rose quietly, stepping out from behind the pillar and passing their table.

Harlan sat directly facing her.

He looked up mid–bite, spotted Lucille smiling as she walked by, and froze dumbfounded, food tumbling from his mouth.

“Harlan, why are you spilling food everywhere?” Maricela teased.

“Sh–she…” Harlan stammered, pointing at Lucille.

“What?”

Maricela followed his gaze and instantly paled.

Now Cedrick and his other friend sensed trouble, both turning to look.

Cedrick had his back to Lucille. When he turned and saw her, only faint surprise flickered across his face.

In all four pairs of widened eyes, Lucille read the same panic: Did she hear us?

She smiled, picked up Cedrick’s coffee, and held it to his lips.

Cedrick stiffened, gaze dropping to the cup.

Lucille tilted it slowly. Coffee trickled to his mouth, but he didn’t open it. Drop by drop, trickle by trickle, it soaked into his shirt.

After half the cup had spilled, Lucille set it down, feigning surprise. “Gee, why didn’t you drink?”

“I thought you drank it!”

“Lucille…” Maricela looked at Cedrick’s clothes, her eyes red, “What do you want? If it’s wrong, it’s my fault, don’t treat Cedrick like this…”

“It has nothing to do with you, Maricela.”

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Lucille imitated Cedrick’s tone, smiling very gently, “I just wanted him to drink the coffee, I thought he drank it all, who knew it spilled out.”

After saying that, she lowered her head and said to Cedrick, “Sorry, Cedrick, I didn’t notice, but is the coffee really that bad?

You didn’t even take a sip?

Tell me, is it your life that’s bitter, or the coffee?”

“Clang,” it was the sound of the spoon in Cedrick’s other brother’s hand falling into the bowl.

Lucille’s words meant that she had heard everything they were just discussing.

“Huh?

David Peterson, how come you can’t even hold the spoon steady?

Did I scare you?

Sorry, then I’ll leave first, you guys take your time eating.”

After saying that, Lucille smiled faintly and walked step by step out of the dining room.

Behind her came the sound of dishes clattering, followed by Maricela’s choked plea, “Harlan, don’t make a fuss, don’t be impulsive, okay?

What will Cedrick think?

Can’t we always think from Cedrick’s perspective?

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