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Chapter 363: I Put My Notes Down
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He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 363: I Put My Notes Down
I had twelve copies of the exercise in my hand, still slightly warm from the printer, when Ruth raised her hand halfway and took it down again."Go on," I said."I brought one of my own. It's not a good example, though. I handled it badly.""Then it's probably the useful kind."The room laughed, and Ruth took a breath and told it. A woman in her group had answered every message she sent, and every time she'd said she would be back next week. Ruth had sent the same cheerful line each time, and the woman never came, and it was weeks before she found out that getting here took two buses and the second fare had become too much.I looked down at what I'd prepared, a participant who missed a session and stopped replying. It would have taught twelve people to chase silence, and Ruth's woman had never been silent. I turned the copies face down on the table and put my notes on top of them."We're doing Ruth's," I said. "Pair up. One of you is the woman, and she's just picked up the phone. What
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 362: I Asked Him to Dinner
The restaurant was small and warm and smelled of garlic and wet wool, with steam running down the inside of the front window. A coat stand by the door leaned at an angle that suggested it had given up years ago. Damien hung my coat on it and then his own, and the whole thing tilted toward the wall with a soft groan. He caught it with one hand, took his coat back off, and carried it to our table, where he draped it over the spare chair beside his."Have you been here before?" he asked, when we'd been shown to a square table against the wall. "You crossed that road like you had a reservation.""I've never seen it in my life. I was hungry.""So I've been brought in off the street.""Sort of. Does it help that I looked sure?""It did, a bit."The ink was still on the side of his hand, blurred by the rain into a grey thumbprint. I reached across and rubbed at it, which only spread it further. He watched my thumb for a moment and then looked up."I liked that you asked me to dinner," he sai
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 361: The Room at the Back
I got there first and stood on the pavement opposite the house, watching a fine rain gather on the railings. It was taller and narrower than the photographs had made it look, with a glossy dark door. When Damien came round the corner from the main road, I knew his walk before I could see his face.He had come straight from work, and there was a smudge of ink on the side of his hand. I noticed it before anything else, which pleased me more than it should have. He stopped in front of me looking as if he'd been hoping to find me all day."There you are," he said."Here I am."He kissed me, briefly and warmly, with rain on both our faces, and then we crossed the road to the door.The agent let us in and told us to ask whatever we liked. The front room was lovely, with a high ceiling, old plasterwork around the light, and a deep alcove that held the lamp's glow like a cupped hand. I went straight to the window seat and sat down, and found that the pavement was much closer than the photogra
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 360: We Chose Two to See
"Oh, look at that," I said. "A window seat."It was the fourth photograph in the listing, a deep sill under a tall sash window with a cushion someone had left on it, and I had already decided where I'd sit. Damien put the second chair down beside mine and leaned over my shoulder, taking in the picture more slowly than I had."It looks straight onto the pavement," he said. "There's a bus stop right outside. Look at the reflection in the glass."I looked, and a woman in an orange coat was standing in the reflection, waiting for something. He sat back and said it was on a main road, then, and we could move on."You've seen four photographs.""Four was enough.""There are nineteen." I pulled the laptop closer. "Humour me."He took the trackpad and clicked through with the air of a man being made to eat his greens, and then he stopped at the twelfth. It showed a small room at the back of the house with two windows and a long bare wall, and the light lay across the floorboards in a way no p
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 359: I Needed Somewhere To Put It
I tipped the folder out on the desk and sorted it into piles: printed exercises, example scenarios, and the running order for next week's training session for New Ground's new regional coordinators. It was the kind of work I did in this room most weeks, and the desk had never let me down. This time I wanted every page laid out in the order it would be used, so I could see where the session sagged, and a desk only holds so much.I started in rows, exercises along the top, scenarios beneath, the running order down the left edge. By the third row the pages had crept over the keyboard and onto the lamp base, and I had to stop. Damien leaned against the bookcase and picked up two sheets that looked almost the same."What does this one do that this one doesn't?""Four is a participant who's stopped replying after a missed week. Seven is," I said, and then I stopped, because I was reading it properly for the first time. "Seven is the same one with different names. I rewrote it after the last
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 358: He Was Taking The Plants Seriously
"I don't actually have a reason," I said. "Come on, then."Damien took my hand, and we crossed the road to the nursery. The entrance was a gap between two stacks of compost bags, and beyond it the rows ran back to a brick wall, with plants on tables and benches and in trays along the gravel. Customers wrestled awkward trolleys between the aisles. At the far end stood a glass greenhouse with a sign for tropical plants, and Damien looked at it for a while and said we'd see it once we'd chosen something.He had said he only wanted one manageable plant. Within five minutes he had lined up four small herbs on a bench and was turning each pot in his hands, checking under the leaves and pressing the soil with his thumb. He pinched a sprig of thyme, sniffed it, and frowned as though it had said something unkind. I stood with my arms folded, thinking it was the most absorbing thing I'd seen him do all week and also slightly excessive."They're herbs," I said. "They're meant to look after thems
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