- 8.
“David, are you jealous? You’re always here,
are you into Sarah?”
David blushed, speechless. I sighed. “Jessica,
don’t joke.”
We both knew David liked me. But the age
gap was significant.
“So what? Sarah’s single, is it illegal to
pursue her?”
My heart pounded. I thought of Mark and
college.
く
Jessica teased, “David, want a VIP
membership? Annual access to Sarah’s
hands.”
I pulled my hand back. Mark stood outside,
his face grim.
“This is why you didn’t come back? I finally
understand why you’re working here.”
Jessica pulled David away.
Mark was unrestrained. “He’s just a college
kid, right? Sarah Miller, he’s a teenager older
than you, you really go for that?”
“It’s none of your business, Mark. You’re
making this two–way trip to mock me?”
“Since you’re old and haggard, stay with your
young secretary! Have a great life!”
Mark gritted his teeth. “Sarah Miller, you’ll
regret this!”
He did. All silk suppliers returned their orders. “Zhou Corp bought all the raw materials; no silk is available.” The foreman fretted. “The
deadline’s coming! The penalty is huge!” Professor Miller stepped in. “Sarah, can you
call Mark? I know your relationship… but I
have no other choice.”
Three container trucks arrived. David opened
one; it was full of silk.
“Just ask, the Hangzhou warehouse is yours.‘
I was surprised. These were the best quality
silks.
“Thank you, David.”
I felt tired.
“Professor Miller, I want a break after this
batch.”
Professor Miller agreed.
Mark found me teaching a girl with cancer to
make wool flowers.
“Like this, the petals will be fuller.” I held her
hand.
“Sarah, I finally found you.”
I didn’t look up. David was on high alert.
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“What do you want?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things.
Jessica told me you and that guy aren’t
together, I overreacted.‘
دو
He knelt. “Sarah, come home, okay? I was too
hasty, I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’ll
handle Sarah. Let’s start over.‘
دو
I didn’t look at him. “Is this even meaningful?
We’re divorced. And I’ve been running, yet you
still won’t let me go?”
Mark’s heart broke. He put up my pictures on
billboards as an apology. It felt futile.
He haunted the hospital. We couldn’t get rid
of him.
One afternoon, I was teaching the elderly.
David was there.
I leaned in, showing David how to sew. My
hair brushed his hand. He froze.
“What’s wrong?”
I looked up into his earnest gaze. My ears
“Sarah Miller, I’m serious. About last time, did
you consider it?” He swallowed hard. “I don’t
care if you’re divorced, or if you can have
