My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 368

Chapter 368 The Past

Marvin was startled, “Jill?!”

Donahue also put down the coffee cup in his hand, and stared at Janet, observing her state.

Janet was no different from when she left the venue, her makeup and hair were not messed up, and sh

e still looked exquisite and beautiful.

But the stillness in those eyes made her look a little indescribably lifeless.

Marvin felt distressed and followed her step by step.

“Janet, are you okay?”

Janet looked at the two brothers.

After a long time, a smile was on the corner of the bright red lips, stiff and

tired.

“It’s okay. Donahue, and Marvin, thanks for waiting for me. I’m tired. I’ll go up to rest first. Please help y

ourself.”

After speaking, Janet went straight up the stairs.

Donahue sighed silently.

Marvin’s heart tightened instantly, and he quickly followed the pace of Janet.

“Jill, it’s still early, why don’t you chat with us for a while before going to bed?”

Marvin showed a bright smile and put his arms around Janet’s shoulders, “It’s been a long time since w

e got together, otherwise I’ll call Beacher back, so we can have a good get–together?”

Janet could hardly maintain her smile, but she didn’t want Marvin to worry about herself, so she could o

nly hold her lips and say in a low voice, “It’s all good. I’ll listen to you.”

Marvin took Janet and sat down on the sofa in the living room. He ignored Janet’s indifferent attitude an

d chatted about the past excitedly.

“I just talked with Donahue about my childhood.”

“Do you remember when I climbed a persimmon tree as a child? I didn’t stand firm, fell on and crushed noveldrama

Lawrence’s new sprinkler, and I got my pants wet. You and Beacher joked that I peed my pants, remem

ber?”

This incident was a great shame for Marvin. At that time, Beacher and Janet even took photos as souv

enirs and used them to threaten Marvin and serve

them as errands.

Marvin was furious. While Beacher and Janet were napping, he poured a glass

of water for each of them on the bed.

When the two woke up, they thought they were peeing their pants, and they were too ashamed to let th

e servants and parents know, so they had an idea

and hid the sheets in Marvin’s room.

In this way, there were several rounds of pranks which lasted for a month.

No matter who mentioned this matter later, even Donahue, who

had always been unexpressive, couldn’t help but laugh out loud when he thought of it.

Janet looked at Marvin, recalling when she was a child, the tranquility in her eyes faded a little.

But it was only for a moment, and she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken

again.

Unspeakable melancholy welled up in her heart.

If only she had always been as carefree as she was when she was a child, if only

she had never met Donahueiel.

Seeing the changing mood in Janet’s eyes, Marvin felt that his words were working, and he continued

with a coaxing tone.

“Have you eaten yet? You’ve been busy all day, how about I ask Lawrence to make

braised pork? Or if you have anything else you want to eat, Donahue and

I will take you out to eat.‘

“Marvin.”

Janet spoke suddenly, and her voice was a little hoarse.

She forced a smile, tried

her best to endure the soreness in her nasal cavity, and said in a low voice, “I’m fine, don’t worry. I just

want to go upstairs and

have a rest.”

Marvin wanted to say something more, but Donahue coughed lightly

downstairs.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw Donahue frowning at him, shaking

his head slightly.

Marvin swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Janet had already got up to leave, and her thin figure disappeared at the end of

the stairs.

“Donahue.” Marvin went downstairs inexplicably, feeling

a little lost, and came to Donahue’s side, “Do we just let Janet take it on herself? What if…”

The last part of Marvin’s sentence faded into silence.

After a long time, Donahue said in a low voice, “I’ll go and talk to her.”

He didn’t go upstairs in a hurry, but went to the kitchen, cooked a bowl of noodles by himself, and brou

ght it upstairs.

Coming to Jill’s room door, Donahue knocked on the

door with a gentle and low voice, “Jill, open the door for me.”

After a while, Janet’s voice sounded muffled because of the door, “Donahue,

I’m sleepy now.”

Donahue slowed his tone, “I made noodles for you. Don’t you want some just

for my sake?”

After a few seconds, the door opened.

Janet met Donahue’s slightly smiling eyes with a bit of helplessness and

finally looked at the bowl in his hand.

A warm current surged in her heart, and she stepped aside to let Donahue in.

There was a small bar in Janet’s room. Donahue put the bowl on the bar,

looked at Janet, who was strolling, and chuckled, “What are you doing there?”

Hearing the sound, Janet quickened her pace and sat down in front of the bar.

Get Ponues

She looked at the bowl of noodles, her eyes were reddened by the steaming

heat.

Donahue rubbed Janet’s head and urged in a low voice, “Have it quickly.”

Janet actually had no appetite at all.

Everything was stuck in her heart, like a heavy stone.

But this bowl of noodles…

This was the noodle her mother used to make for her before.

Janet’s mother came from a good background, she was pampered at home, like

a princess. After marrying her father, she was even more spoiled by her father,

and he wouldn’t let her do anything.

But she was willing to do housework for her family.

Although her mother was not very talented in cooking, she learned how to

make noodles through unremitting efforts.

Even so, the noodles she made were barely accessible, which was very

unsatisfactory.

In the past, Janet always said that the noodles she made were delicious

because she didn’t want to make her sad.

But later, she could no longer eat any bowl of noodles.

There was no bowl of noodles that tasted better than her mother’s.

Janet held back her tears, took two bites, and raised her eyes to look at

Donahue.

The soreness in her throat made it difficult for her to swallow, and her vision

was blurred.

With tears in her eyes, she pulled the corners of her lips, her voice trembling, “It’s so salty, Donahue…

but what you cook tastes just like mom’s.”

Donahue’s lips curled up slightly, and his eyes flashed fondly, “I’m not good at cooking. But

when Auntie wakes up, she cooks may not be as

good as before, and her cooking would be even more unpalatable.”

Janet laughed through tears, which flowed uncontrollably and fell into the bowl.

She almost choked up, crying like a child for the first time, she could hardly speak clearly, “Could Mom

wake up?”

She wanted to hug her mother, cry in her arms, and tell her mother that she had a chance to almost be

come a mother, but her baby was gone.

She couldn’t afford to lose her mother again.

Donahue looked at Janet, feeling pain in his heart.

He wiped away Janet’s tears and inadvertently looked aside at Janet’s bedside.

On the bedside table was a group photo of Janet’s family.

Donahue’s eyes became softer than ever before.

He couldn’t answer Janet’s question of whether his aunt would wake up again.

Donahue’s usual rationality told him that the probability of this was minimal.

But he won’t watch Janet indulge in the past either…