Chapter 104 Short, Is It My Fault?

"Patrolley" is a dialect term for the fruit; its scientific name is raspberry. She was afraid Bernard Jacobson wouldn't understand. "Is food all you think about?" They stood under an umbrella, he looking at her, the raindrops falling between them like a thin veil, adding a touch of beauty to the scene. "Not food? Tch, I'm not a mind reader, how would I know what you're giving me?" Vivian Donovan felt Bernard Jacobson was being mysterious, but she still reached out and took the item. It turned out to be a delicate little box. She lowered her head and smelled it; a faint vanilla scent, very pleasant. "This is a medicine I had prepared by an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the neighboring village. It's to speed up wound healing and repair scars." Girls are generally more concerned with their appearance and don't like having scars. So Bernard Jacobson went to the doctor and got this ointment. "Tsk tsk tsk..." Vivian Donovan opened the box, looking at the milky-white o