Chapter 8
Under Carter Lockwood’s impatience, the host quickly shifted the topic from personal matters to business.
When discussing work, Carter Lockwood’s expression visibly relaxed.
It was clear that Mrs. Lockwood was someone who made him frown at the mere mention.
I poured myself a glass of ice water and started working on my resume on the computer.
This small town was mostly inhabited by elderly people.
It was perfect for retirement but offered few job opportunities.
To find work, I’d need to venture out.
I worked until evening, then stretched and got up to prepare dinner.
A simple meal of three dishes and a soup. Sitting at the dining table, I suddenly wondered if Ethan Parker next door had finished his work.
When he was painting, did he forget to eat like Carter Lockwood did when he was working?
When Grandma was still alive, Carter Lockwood had suffered from stomach aches several times due to irregular meals.
Later, whenever I had time, I would bring meals to his office.
At first, his secretary would stop me outside his office, and I’d wait for an hour or two.
Eventually, he seemed to get used to it and would let me in to interrupt his work.
He’d eat and then continue.
I sighed, put on a jacket, and knocked on the neighboring yard’s door.
I heard no movement inside and was about to leave when the door suddenly opened.
Seeing me at the door, Ethan Parker’s initially impatient face broke into a smile.
“Sis! I was just painting you. I didn’t expect you to appear when I opened the door.”
Ethan Parker still held a paintbrush in one hand. His clothes were smeared with several patches of paint, and there was some on his face too, making him look a bit disheveled.
But his smile was so radiant that the paint seemed to accentuate his features.
It made him look more vibrant.
“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Would you like to come over for dinner?”
Hearing my invitation, Ethan clutched his stomach and groaned belatedly.
“I’m starving! You’re so thoughtful, sis! Let me put my brush down.”
Over the next few days, Ethan and I seemed to reach an unspoken understanding.
He came to my house for meals every day. When he left, he would help me clean up. He even took over the gardening and vegetable planting in the yard.
It’s a pity I don’t have a brother. Having a brother like him would be quite nice,
I sent out a few job applications and received interview invitations.
On the day I decided to leave, I prepared to say goodbye to Ethan early in the morning.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw several black sedans parked in front of Ethan’s yard. Next to the cars stood several men in suits who looked like bodyguards.
Chapter 9
