He didn’t push her on the matter but didn’t concede either.
Kneeling before her, he rested his head against her abdomen, whispering, “Let’s just enjoy the holidays for now. We’ll talk about everything else later, okay?”
Laura, overwhelmed, exclaimed, “Edwin, why must it be so complicated?”
He remained silent, contemplating.
Why endure all this hardship?
He realized it was because he couldn’t let her go. If letting go was easy, who would choose a difficult path? Despite everything, he had no thoughts of giving up.
He encouraged her to take care of herself, knowing some issues he had to face alone.
Downstairs, Lina barely looked up as he approached.
She snorted dismissively.
“See? I’ve told you, if you’re not serious, don’t bother Laura. She’s naive and fell for your tricks. A more experienced person wouldn’t be so easily swayed by your efforts.”
Edwin didn’t respond with words.
Instead, he sat opposite her, helping to wind her yarn.
Angela’s Library
Lina couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’ve got nerve, trying to win me over to your side because handling Laura’s too much for you? I won’t intervene on your behalf!”
Edwin spoke softly.
“I’m just here to keep you company, Aunt Lina.”
Lina glanced at his handsome face, secretly pleased.
She felt a sense of satisfaction with this future son-in-law, and she also recognized that the dynamics between men and women often involved such challenges.
A little conflict now and then wasn’t actually a bad thing; it provided a chance to gauge Edwin’s sincerity.
After a while, Edwin inquired about Olivia.
She had eaten her fill and was now exploring the villa. Her curiosity led her to the backyard swimming pool, where, to her surprise, someone was swimming despite the cold weather.
Olivia couldn’t resist; she had to see who it was.
Could it be Peter and Lina’s son Bodhi?
Olivia crouched by the pool and called out, “Bodhi, isn’t it cold?”