Standing there, I could tell that the man was Jeremy Archer without carefully observing him. He was wearing the same clothes as he had worn in the daytime.
As the rain fell on him, he, who was thin, seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
I said, "Uncle, I've told you that you got the wrong person. How come you found me here? How did you find this place?"
I spoke calmly as if I wasn't connected to him.
"No, I indeed have nothing to do with me."
Walking up to me step by step, Jeremy grabbed my clothes with his hands, "Charlotte, we did everything wrong in the past. After I went home, I told your mother that I had seen you. She insisted that I should take you home for dinner. She even gets the dishes ready."
"Could Gina cook?"
I wasn't convinced.
Gina claimed herself to be a noble lady. She didn't know how to cook at all. How come she could cook after a few years? I doubted that.