Come With Me novel Chapter 213

When I saw the expectation and longing in Rogelio's eyes, I was so stupid to think that at least he could be happy with my choice at the moment, which was what Robbie wanted to see.

And with such a good Rogelio, maybe one day, I can get rid of the haze in my heart and become the happy one.

I said to Rogelio, "You can make the decision. It's up to you!"

"I believe you are a good wife and mother. I'm so lucky," said Rogelio with a smile.

I got in Rogelio's car to persuade myself to give up, but in the rearview mirror, I accidentally saw Robbie's car parking in a corner not far away.

Why hasn't Robbie left yet?

Rogelio's voice interrupted my mind, "Why are you absent-minded again?"

"Ah, I'm wondering what we need to bring with us tomorrow."

Rogelio smiled and said, "All you need to do is not to leave yourself behind."

That night, Rogelio and I just prepared a small suitcase with two sets of clothes for change.

There were no suits or expensive dresses, but only two sets of casual clothes.

At six o'clock in the morning, Rogelio came to wake me up.

Rogelio looked very excited, but I didn't sleep well that night.

Because there was always a knot in my heart. Whether I love him or not, I couldn't find an answer to such a question.

Rogelio and I went out early. There were only two of us in the car. He sometimes laughed and occasionally hummed a good song.

"Do you think I'm childish?"

I shook my head. "You look really happy."

One of Rogelio's favorite things was to hold my hand when he talk to me.

"In the past, I always felt that it was a very boring thing and that it was a waste of time to get out and have a trip. I would rather spend my time on work than waste one more second on the road."

Rogelio said with a self-deprecating smile, "I used to hand over the donation to my secretary, because I think money is the biggest gift I can do. The scenery along the highway was all the same. There was nothing beautiful, but now I felt that my previous thoughts were wrong. It turned out that having someone you like sitting next to you is such a happy thing."

"Rogelio, I'm not as good as you think. I think I may let you down, and I'm afraid to see you disappointed."

Rogelio looked at me with a smile. "No, you won't disappoint me. You are very good to me now."

Rogelio pursed his lips and sighed with emotion. "Only when you are in a coma can you understand how painful and painful it is to stick to something. At that time, you had waited for me for so many days and nights. I will pay you back with my whole life and be good to you."

I murmured, "a lifetime?"

Rogelio said firmly, "yes, a lifetime."

I looked out of the window. At this time of the season, green leaves were rarely seen. A little desolation in my heart was just like this scene.

I just hoped time can really be the best healing medicine.

Along the way, Rogelio occasionally parked his car on the side of the road and stood quietly with me, enjoying the same scenery.

Rogelio said it was a kind of happiness and the beginning of our beautiful memories. He hoped that when the two of us were old, there would be many quiet but sweet memories.

I looked at Rogelio from time to time. His appearance made me feel more peaceful and willing to try when I was at a loss.

We walked and stopped, like two people on a simple journey.

When they arrived at the destination, it was already five or six o'clock in the evening.

It was a small and remote village. There was no tall building around it. The people who receive us were the local village head and some villagers' officials.

On both sides of the earth road in the village, there were red and yellow banners, thanking the Ivey Group for its donation to the children.

At that time, just like the first time I received a thank-you letter from the school, Rogelio had a special light in my eyes.

Kindness was a label I saw on him, and I had no right to hurt such a person.

When we got out of the car, a village official in the lead walked up kindly. "Mr. Rogelio, nice to meet you. I heard that you came here today, and everyone in our village is looking forward to it!"

Rogelio politely shook hands with the leader. "Hello, Mr. Tyrone. We meet again."

"Yes. Last time you came here more than a year ago, you donated twenty poor students. Later we heard that you had an accident, and we all felt sorry for the news. We didn't expect that as soon as you were in good health, you worried about the study of these children again."

"I should have done it earlier, but it took me so long."

Mr. Tyrone was very enthusiastic. "Let's stop talking here. Let's go inside."

Mr. Tyrone invited Rogelio into the room. At this time, his eyes fell on me from Rogelio. "This? She looks familiar!"

Holding my hand, Rogelio introduced to Mr. Tyrone, "Jasmine, my wife."

"Oh, I remember it. Is it the Spring bud?"

Mr. Tyrone called my name in the movie.

I nodded politely, "yes."

Mr. Tyrone said with a smile, "a few days ago, there was a movie in the village, in which the 《Spring bud》 were put. Everyone in the village likes to watch it. I'll broadcast it through the loudspeaker later, and all the old and children in the village will come to see you."

I looked around. Although this place is a little better than the Gu Estate, it doesn't seem to be rich than there.

"You can play a movie here?"

"Yes, it's the kind of open-air. It's usually in summer, occasionally. But it's almost New Year's Day, isn't it? We have nothing to do in the countryside nowadays, so I invited someone here to play the movie."

Mr. Tyrone said and made a gesture of welcome to let us in.

The house was not big. There was an empty room with a wooden bed and a round table in the middle of the ground.

There were more than ten dishes and a pair of tableware on the table.

Mr. Tyrone said, "You have traveled for a whole day. It's really inconvenient for you to come here. The environment here is not as good as that of your big city, so I have to make you feel wronged."

Rogelio said to Mr. Tyrone, "It's too much. You shouldn't prepare so many dishes."

Mr. Tyrone pointed at the dishes on the table and said with a little embarrassment, "there is no good food. Every family has their own intention. They cook one by one without any cost. They are all home cooked dishes. I'm even afraid you won't like them."

Mr. Tyrone gave the main seat to me and Rogelio, and then asked the village officials to come to the table.

Mr. Tyrone picked up a pot of wine and was about to pour it for Rogelio.