Chapter 39

What a touching story. Yet, Natalie, Jeffrey's wife, was just the spectator. Jeffrey said anxiously, "It's pouring out here, and you're standing by the roadside. What if you catch a cold? Are you really going to treat yourself this badly?" Abigail clung tightly to him, sobbing. "Jeff, don't scold me. I just wanted to see you. I know I shouldn't be so stubborn. I was foolish, but I can't control myself. I also know I'm not ready to enter the Foster residence yet, so I just stood here from afar, waiting for you to pass by. "I didn't expect it to rain, so I didn't bring an umbrella. But I didn't dare to call you. What if you were still there and it was inconvenient to answer?" Jeffrey frowned as he brushed the rain and tears from her face. He did it so gently and carefully, as if she were a precious treasure. And when Natalie cried, what did he do? Right—he'd never actually seen her shed tears. Natalie always hid herself when she cried. She didn't want her tears to bother him, and s