Snare of Love
Chapter 825 Not Romantic at All

Elizabeth felt lonely and looked at the housekeeper who was wiping the table. She asked, "Why did you become a housekeeper? I thought you're at the age of being a grandmother already." Bertha said, "I have two sons. The eldest son was married and had children, so I'm already a grandmother."

"How about your younger son?" Elizabeth asked again.

"My younger son is not yet married," Bertha replied.

Bertha answered every Elizabeth's question without even giving further elaboration. Elizabeth was bored after chatting a while. She sighed softly and turned her wheelchair back to the house.

The home was also empty. She picked up the photo on the table and stared at the photo of herself when she was still young with her husband by her side.

She was sitting in a chair with her husband standing behind her. Through this photo, she seemed to see herself when she was young.

"I'm old in a flash." Elizabeth said sadly, "I can see that Armand is unhappy and is getting angry with me. He probably hates me in his heart. But I just want him to have a child so that the Bernie family has at least a descendant. Am I wrong?"

The person in the photo was still smiling and nobody answered her.

She hugged the photo, "Is it time for me to go and accompany you?"

"Hey..."

Elizabeth sat alone in the house for half a day. Armand came back quite early today and Bertha had prepared the meal before he entered the door. Elizabeth was very happy to see him back home. She said, "Hurry up. Wash your hands and eat. I purposely asked Bertha to make the food you love..." There was a snap!

Armand entered the house and closed the door before she could finish her sentence.

Elizabeth was dumbfounded and stood still in place.

Bertha put all the dishes on the table and came over, "It's time to eat."

Elizabeth's eyelids twitched as she rolled her wheelchair, "You tell him to eat."

Bertha went to knock on the door, "Mr. Bernie, the meal is ready."

"Wait for a while."

Elizabeth sat down and looked at the scrumptious meal on the table but she did not have the appetite.

Bertha came over, "He will come in a moment."

Elizabeth waved her hand and said, "I get it."

After a while, Armand changed the suit that he was wearing and came out with just simple home wear. He looked slightly thinner with his loose-fitting clothes.

He sat down at the table and started having his meal.

Elizabeth put a piece of pork ribs on his plate when she saw that he was slightly happier, "You like to eat this the most."

Armand continued eating but neither he tried the dish of pork ribs, nor did he eat the piece that Elizabeth had put on his plate. He finished his meal quickly and got up to leave the dining room.

"Armand..."

"Bertha, the clothes I changed are in the bathroom. Please help me wash them." Armand interrupted Elizabeth and said to Bertha.

Bertha said, "I'm going to get them now."

Armand instructed, "Don't go into this room without me."

"I know it," Bertha answered.

Bertha took away Armand's dirty clothes. Armand went into the room and closed the door. He hardly spoke to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth sat at the dining table and stared at the piece of pork ribs that she had put on his plate. He had not eaten, not even any of those on the dish.

She turned her wheelchair and went back to her room as she was sleepy.

In another city, Boyce returned home once he settled all the matters. The television on the wall was still streaming a drama while Jasmine was lying on the bed and fell asleep with the remote control in her hand.

Boyce walked over and took the remote control from her hand. He called her name softly, "Jasmine?"

Jasmine's eyelids twitched as she opened her eyes and stared at him, "You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back." Boyce caressed her forehead, "You don't have a fever again today, right?"

Jasmine sat up, "Buy me a ticket for tomorrow. I have to go back."

Boyce said, "I will bring you to eat first, then only we go to buy a phone..."

"I know, and then let's go quickly." Jasmine had been at home all day and she had craved to go out to unwind.

Boyce asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Jasmine shook her head and said, "No, it's because I'm so bored at home."

Boyce said, "I'm sorry. I'm too busy..."

Jasmine covered his mouth, "Don't say sorry. You have said that so many times before. If you feel sorry for me, then you should spend more on me. Since I came all the way to see you, buy me more things today."

Boyce said, "Alright."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, "You're so boring."

Boyce was speechless.

What's wrong with him?

How was that boring?

"Jasmine, hey..."

"Alright, alright, you're funny. Let's go now. I'm hungry already." Jasmine pulled him and walked outside.

They went out of the building and got into the car. Boyce said, "A colleague introduced me to a restaurant and said it was tasty. I will bring you there."

"Up to you."

Jasmine said.

The car soon arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant was like the one where Jasmine had invited Boyce to dinner for the first time. It was neither classy nor romantic, just a very ordinary restaurant. Jasmine thought he would take her to some romantic place for dinner. After all, she had come to visit him all the way.

Boyce also seemed to be slightly surprised as his colleague said that the place with delicious food was actually just a bit better than the street vendor.

"Jasmine..."

Jasmine smiled and said, "It's very nice here. Let's get down."

She could not have any anticipation on Boyce as he was a straight guy and not romantic at all.00000