The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Hearing this, Grandma chuckled. “Silly boy, Lucille’s just worried you’re busy with work. She doesn’t want you wasting time entertaining an old woman like me.”

“Grandma, I’m not busy. I’m on vacation.‘

He somehow produced a deck of playing cards out of nowhere.

Lucille couldn’t believe he actually sat down to play cards with Grandma–and dragged her

into it too.

They killed an hour like this until both Lucille and Grandma grew drowsy, finally ending the game for an afternoon nap.

Lucille didn’t know if he usually napped; he rarely came home at noon, always bursting with

energy.

She slept until four in the afternoon.

Waking up groggy, she faintly heard voices talking.

Listening carefully, it was Cedrick and Grandma.

He was still here?

She got up, frowned, and stepped outside to find him helping Grandma set up a trellis in the yard.

Grandma’s rose bushes had gone wild with the warmer weather. A trellis would let them climb and form a rose–covered wall.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, pants and shoes caked in mud. The trellis frame stood finished as he carefully tied rose canes to it.

The four o’clock sun still beat down fiercely. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead.

“Grandma, it’s too sunny. Go inside. I can handle this alone.‘

Several scratches already marked his arms.

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Chapter 84

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Lucille worried the sun would make Grandma unwell too. She hurried down the steps and called out, “Grandma, come up here!”

Hearing her voice, he glanced back and pointed at her feet. “Watch your step. Don’t come over either. Just rest there. I’ll be done soon.”

“Soon” turned into another half hour before all the roses were secured. When he finally came inside, not a trace of the CEO remained.

His shirt was smudged with black and yellow stains, even his face streaked with dirt. Scratches from bamboo strips and rose thorns covered his hands and arms. His mud–caked pants and shoes looked even dirtier now, washed but still dripping wet.

This man reminded her of the boy covered in soot, struggling to light a campfire during a picnic.

If not for the upheaval these past weeks, how content she would’ve been with this version of him–this version of life…

What a shame…

No. Not a shame.

This was better.

The sooner she saw their marriage for what it truly was, the better.

“Why are you staring?”

He still had unwashed mud on his fingers and dabbed her nose with it.

She dodged, frowning. “Disgusting!”

“I wouldn’t.”

She said.

Because they wouldn’t grow old together.

Unaware of her meaning, he dabbed her nose again. “At least you’ve got some conscience.”

“Cedrick, go shower now. There are clean clothes here–brand new.

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