Use Her As A Springboard

Nomsa couldn't say anything.

She bit her lip and looked at his pale face. She couldn't bear to wake him up to drive him away

while he was resting, Nomsa went to the food market.

Although she is the so-called "third lady" of the Jarrett family, she doesn't have the kind of privileges that the title should entail.Most of the time, when she was hungry,  no one made her food . She really had to take care of herself and up to now , she had done a good job of it. No matter how much she hates "Douglas " , she couldn't take the risk to watch him die here.

She lived a serious life and worked hard for it, of course,  she didn't want to get involved with killing people, let alone being buried with him. Therefore, she had to make soup for him reluctantly.

...

When the night fell , Nomsa woke up "Douglas ". "You hungry?  I made a soup, would you like some?" She asked as she stood two steps away from him, afraid that he would make some extravagant moves again.

Douglas looked up at her, and with great effort managed  to say, "Yes, please."

Nomsa put the soup on the  small table in front of his bed and stepped away quickly. 

Nomsa tried to avoid contact with Douglas, but her single room was too small.

Besides the petitioned kitchen and bathroom,  a 1.5-meter bed , a small folding table, a single sofa,  and some new bookshelves only a few simple things have occupied most of the room.

As a result, no matter how far she hid , she couldn't get out of Douglas' sight.

Douglas glanced at her, slowly sitting upright,  and then pulled the quit away from him expressionlessly, exposing the gauze covered with blood on his chest , and casually said , "The wound has cracked. "

Nomsa didn't want to worry about this,  but she  couldn't stand watching it.

What she could do was to step over slowly,  with one hand holding the bowl, and ladling  the soup with the other into his lips.

Douglas didn't say anything this time.  He lowered his eyes and swallowed the soup she fed bit by bit.

There was silence in this small room, only the tiny sound of the spoon touching the edge of the bowl,  the uncertainty hung in the air, so thick you could cut it with a machete.

The next day Nomsa was woken by the ringing of her mobile phone.

To keep up her appearance of being a simple girl, she still uses the old machine which can only make phone calls and send messages. Buying a smartphone would make her like her other family members and she couldn't stand to be like them.She took her phone and looked at the notes, and she immediately came to her senses.

She hesitated for a moment before she picked up the phone, "Dad."

Lynn Jarrett's voice was as serious as always , "You went home yesterday?  Who sent you back?"

Nomsa just felt bitterly disappointed. She had just gotten married.  Why couldn't her father ask a more relevant question than who took her home?

For the most part, Lynn Jarrett rarely  calls her. Seeing him suddenly calling to ask about that,  Nomsa couldn't help but suspect his true purpose.

But she still told the truth, "It was Leonardo's cousin who took me home."

Lynn Jarrett pondered for a moment at the other side of the phone,  and then he said , "When you have time, take your sister to the Emerson house and introduce her to some suitable young people there so that she can make more friends."

Nomsa suddenly understood the meaning of what he said.

After she left Jarrett's villa yesterday,  "Douglas " and Vicky Jarrett must have met...

Vicky must have taken a fancy to "Douglas ", so she wanted her to set her up with him. The schemes of father and daughters.

Leonardo originally was meant to be engaged with Vicky Jarrett,  but in the end, it was she who married him.

So, they will use her as a springboard and find Vicky another excellent man to be her husband in the Emerson family.

Everyone in Hoover city knows,  that except Leonardo , all the other cousins in the Emerson family are outstanding and among the best.

A trace of self-deprecation appeared in Nomsa's eyes. Vicky is indeed Lynn's biological daughter,  but somehow she is not?

How could he be so unfair?

Nomsa endured her grievance,  tried to keep calm in her voice, "I would like to take my sister to Emerson house, but until now I haven't seen Leonardo yet."

When Lynn heard that she didn't even see Leonardo's face,  he suddenly became angry.

"You didn't even see your husband?  What's that about?  And you still dare to go home?"

Nomsa tried to keep the tears in her eyes for falling and while her nose twitched,  her voice was the same as usual,  "Maybe if you had sent my sister to the Emerson house first , maybe Leonardo would have liked to see her! I'm a fake, why would he want to see me? "

Douglas, who came out of the bathroom,  heard the conversation.

She was sitting on the bed, with her thick,  black hair like seaweed hanging down to her waist. Her fingers were holding the phone so hard that he could see the protruding blue blood vessels. Like water, her eyes were full of tears , which did not flow out because of stubbornness.  The delicate figure of hers looked pitiful. Douglas  narrowed  his black eyes, he found that the new wife of his cousin more and more pleasing.

No one knows what the person at the other end of the phone just said, but Nomsa's face turned pale. She didn't hung up either. 

Douglas went straight over, grabbed the phone in her hand,  and hung it up.

Who still uses this kind of phone?

Then, he looked down at Nomsa,  with almost no emotion in his indifferent voice, "If you don't want to hear those things it is pretty simple. Just hang up.

Nomsa raised her head in a hurry, with tears in her eyes. She could not even see his face and could only feel a blur in front of her.

But strangely,  she heard a hint of soothing in his words.

But the next moment, she widened her eyes sharply, "Why am I in my bed?" She had given up the bed to the injured man and had slept on the sofa last night.

"You sleepwalked on your own," Douglas said. Without saying another word, he laid next to her in the bed