Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 545: Guilt

The next day, as soon as Serena woke up, she smelled food.

In order to attend the event in perfect condition, she ate almost nothing last night.

Serena glanced at the sun outside the window, pulled out her cell phone to see the weather, found next to the empty bed Manuel was gone.

After being stunned for a moment, Serena changed her clothes and went down to the second floor.

She immediately saw the dishes on the table and thought, "Is Anna back?"

When she entered the kitchen, however, she saw Manuel atop a high seat, straining to reach the utensils on the shelf.

She did not approach him until she had taken from the shelf what Manuel wanted, and she scolded him: -What are you doing?

Hearing her unexpected voice, he was surprised and answered with innocent eyes, -I'm cooking, Mom.

-When did you learn to cook? Do you know how dangerous it is to be on top of a high chair?

Seeing him reach high on a seat, she was so worried she couldn't even breathe.

-Mom, don't worry. I won't fall down.

Then he put the dishes on the table and called to her, -Come on, Mom, let's have breakfast.

She froze in fury.

He approached her, took her hand and asked her forgiveness, but Serena did not move a step. Then he had to repeat his apology, "Mom, don't be angry, next time I won't be in such a high place. -Next time," she questioned him.

He quickly replied, -I won't do it again. Come, mother, taste the dishes I have prepared for you.

Hearing her words, he softened.

"Yes, your son prepared breakfast for you early in the morning. How could she not try. She could not make her effort in vain.

Seeing Serena's expression and becoming relaxed, Manuel quickly led her to sit at the table.

As they sat at the table, Serena glanced at the breakfast.

It was actually a simple breakfast, with fried eggs, freshly baked bread and soy milk.

She tasted the egg and found it well cooked, very delicious.

She looked at her son with surprise, and Manuel asked anxiously, "What do you think? Mom.

Seeing his hopeful eyes, she praised him with satisfaction, "Better than I imagined.

-Thank you, Mom. If you like it, eat more of it. And I can cook for you every day.

Suddenly Serena stopped and asked him, -When did you learn to cook?

-Not long ago.

-Serena stopped: Are you lying?

-Why?

-With little time to learn, how can you cook so well? Tell me the truth, when and from whom did you learn to cook?

Manuel smiled at her words and said, -You're throwing flowers at me, Mom. Actually, I didn't learn it intentionally, I happened to see Anna cooking and I learned it. "From Anna?"

Actually, Anna cooked more than she did, and when she cooked Manuel was often by her side.

-You look very tired, Mom, that's why I wanted to help you with something.

Hearing her words, she became very sad because she did not want her son to be understood and mature as an adult, nor did she want him to take care of her. Thinking about it, she felt very guilty for not creating a childlike environment and not caring for him enough.

With so much guilt, Serena decided not to speak and continued to eat breakfast.

Seeing her sad, Manuel asked her, "Did I do wrong? That's why you are sad.

She smiled forcibly, "Of course not.

You have done very well.

She reached out her hand to caress him and said softly, "But next time I don't want to see you in the kitchen so early making me breakfast. You are just a child. If you want something to eat, let me know and I'll cook it for you, okay?

Shaking his head in the affirmative, he said, "Okay, Mom.

-That you remember it fixed in your mind," Serena repeated.

-OK.

Giordano House.

Anna had a deep sleep, when she turned around she suddenly fell out of bed.

Bang!

Now she woke up from the pain and stood up with her eyes half closed.

"What happened?" she thought, "My bed is not like that, mine is leaning against the wall and what's more with the sides on all four sides, why did I fall?"

Thinking about it with much confusion, she suddenly saw an unexpected figure.

He was reading on the balcony, sitting under the sun, whose color at that moment represented softness and tenderness, under which his profile became as bright as gold.

She looked at him as if witnessing a work of art and said, "If only I could dream of him every night!"

Then Matthew stirred and fixed his eyes on hers, saying coldly, -Are you awake?