分享

Chapter 7

作者: Dawn Trueman
Owen naturally reached over and took my bag from my hands. "Is the static in your right ear still pretty noticeable today?"

I lightly touched my ear. "It’s a little better than it was over the last two days."

Tristan stood framed behind us, his voice instantly dropping to a freezing register. "Grace, who exactly is he?"

I turned around. "My rehabilitation specialist."

Owen gave him a brief nod. "Hello."

Tristan didn't bother to return the greeting. Instead, his eyes locked onto Owen’s hand,
在 APP 繼續免費閱讀本書
掃碼下載 APP
已鎖定章節

最新章節

  • The Skies Cleared Before Our Wedding   Chapter 10

    One year later, I transitioned to a brand new career.I took a position developing specialized curriculum plans for a hearing rehabilitation agency.Every single day, I interacted with countless children.Some were prone to tears, some were painfully timid, and some stubbornly hid their hearing aids deep inside their pockets, refusing to wear them altogether.Whenever that happened, I would kneel down to their level and speak to them, always making sure to stand squarely on the side where they could hear me with absolute clarity.I never rushed them, and I never lost my patience.Owen would occasionally tease me when he saw me working. "Honestly, you're looking far more like a certified rehabilitation specialist than I am these days."I laughed and fired a playful retort right back. "Well, then you'd better hand over your office chair."He chuckled, passing a thick document folder over to me. "You got it, Professor Thorne."His teasing brought a bright smile to my face.The d

  • The Skies Cleared Before Our Wedding   Chapter 9

    Tristan didn't chase after me again that day.Over the following week, he sent me a text message every single day.Sometimes it was a simple good morning.Sometimes it was a photograph.A brand-new white umbrella.A meticulously remade white camellia corsage.He even managed to get the original sheet of wedding vows—the one Sunny had completely defaced and scribbled over—restored by a professional, sending me a picture of the finished result.[I managed to recover your original text,] his message read.I stared quietly at the photograph.Tristan, thank you for being my right ear for over a decade.Those words had once been entirely true.But they only belonged to the past now.I didn't send a reply.Over the weekend, I attended a charity outreach and support event for the hearing impaired.Owen had invited me to participate as a volunteer.He mentioned that a lot of young children who had just been fitted for their first hearing aids were incredibly terrified of being mo

  • The Skies Cleared Before Our Wedding   Chapter 8

    The news of the wedding cancellation spread like wildfire anyway.Our mutual friend group chat stayed completely frantic the entire day.Some people kept asking if we had just gotten into a minor argument.Some kept urging me not to be impulsive.A few even sent me private messages.[Honestly, Sunny was definitely crossing some major lines during that period.]I looked down at the screen, offering no response.Later that evening, Tristan’s mother called my phone. "Grace, sweetie, I'm not here to pressure you. I just wanted to ask... is there genuinely any chance left for you and Tristan?"I tightened my grip around my water glass. "Mrs. Lockhart, I am so incredibly sorry."She let out a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "You don't need to apologize to me, sweetie. Tristan... he’s just been completely spoiled rotten by you over the years."I blinked, caught slightly off guard.She continued softly, "He always operated under the assumption that the exact moment he turne

  • The Skies Cleared Before Our Wedding   Chapter 7

    Owen naturally reached over and took my bag from my hands. "Is the static in your right ear still pretty noticeable today?"I lightly touched my ear. "It’s a little better than it was over the last two days."Tristan stood framed behind us, his voice instantly dropping to a freezing register. "Grace, who exactly is he?"I turned around. "My rehabilitation specialist."Owen gave him a brief nod. "Hello."Tristan didn't bother to return the greeting. Instead, his eyes locked onto Owen’s hand, which was holding my bag. "Does a rehabilitation specialist genuinely need to carry your purse for you?"Owen offered a polite smile. "Just helping out."Tristan shifted his glare directly onto me. "You're seriously just letting a strange man handle your personal belongings now?"A wave of absolute absurdity washed over me.Sunny could wear my dresses, pin my bridal corsage to her chest, and completely deface my wedding vows, and he would merely brand me as petty.Yet now, simply because O

  • The Skies Cleared Before Our Wedding   Chapter 6

    On the third day after I moved back to my parents' house, Tristan called my phone for the first time.I didn't pick up.A moment later, a text message flashed across my screen.[The wedding logistics have been temporarily put on hold. When are you coming back? We need to talk.]I sent a brief reply.[There is nothing to talk about.]A few minutes passed before his next text arrived.[Grace, stop testing my patience.]Staring at those five words, a sharp, sudden laugh escaped my throat.My mother walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl of warm soup. Noticing the look on my face, she didn't pry or ask an endless stream of questions. She simply placed the bowl gently right in front of me."Drink some of this, sweetie. Have your ears been bothering you at all lately?"I shook my head. "I'm alright."In reality, I wasn't alright.Whenever my emotions fluctuated intensely, a persistent, violent ringing would echo deep inside my right ear.In the past, whenever Tristan noticed

  • The Skies Cleared Before Our Wedding   Chapter 5

    The wedding planner fell dead silent on the other end of the line for a few long seconds. "Miss Thorne, are you absolutely certain about this?"I looked down at the trash bag, where a sliver of the white fabric canopy from the broken umbrella was peeking out. "I'm certain."After cancelling the wedding, I didn't cry.I simply began opening the cardboard boxes stacked across the living room floor, one by one.I processed the return requests for the wedding favors.I tore up the table placement cards.I tucked the guest sign-in registry away into the very bottom drawer of the cabinet.When it came to that memory album, my initial instinct was to throw it straight into the garbage.But as my fingers flipped to the very last page, my hand froze.That photograph had been taken on the night of our engagement party.Tristan was standing squarely on my right side, his head lowered as he gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, adjusting my hearing aid.In that picture, the

更多章節
探索並免費閱讀 優質小說
GoodNovel APP 免費暢讀海量優秀小說,下載喜歡的書籍,隨時隨地閱讀。
在 APP 免費閱讀書籍
掃碼在 APP 閱讀
DMCA.com Protection Status