Chapter 315

He patted her on the back and kissed her on the forehead. "Eat your food. I have to answer a phone call." Maine nodded and was put down by him. He sat there alone and began to eat. Seeing that Jimmy had left, Karla walked over slowly. Maine looked up and asked, "Karla, have you eaten yet? How about having dinner together?" Karla shook her head and said, "no, I just had dinner. I was upstairs just now. I..." Karla wanted to apologize, but Maine grinned and said, "it's okay." Karla nodded. After a while, she continued, "you have a good relationship with Mr. Lincoln, right?" Maine nodded her head firmly while eating. "Well, sort of." Although sometimes they quarreled. Karla sat at the table and chatted with Maine casually. "I think you and Mr. Lincoln seem to have a good relationship. But judging from your age, you two seem to be much younger, don't you?" Maine raised her head from the bowl and stared at Karla with her bright eyes. The moment her eyes met, Karla was a little flustered. The little girl smiled sweetly and said, "Jimmy is fourteen years younger than me. But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter." "Fourteen years old? Then you are..." "I'm eighteen years old, and Jimmy is thirty-two years old." Karla pursed her lips and tucked the hair behind her ear with her fair and slender fingers. "She's eighteen. My daughter." She meditated for a while, but Maine had heard it. Squinting her big eyes, she asked, "Karla, is your daughter also eighteen?" Karla's eyes twinkled as she slightly avoided Maine's clear eyes. "Yes, it's the same size as you." "Then your daughter has been studying abroad alone for a long time. Is she really brave?" Karla was a little stunned and didn't understand what she meant. Maine continued to explain, "I don't have the courage to live abroad. I'm not good at English. Maybe communication is a problem." Karla stared at her little face with burning eyes. Her eyes were pure and innocent. It seemed that the Lincoln Mansion had been very good to her over the years, protecting her like a flower in a greenhouse. But was it really good? With a faint smile, Karla asked, "do you want to go abroad?" Maine drew back her neck, put down her chopsticks, and began to chat with Karla. "At first, I wanted to, but now, I don't." "Why? In fact, living abroad is the same as living at home. There is no big difference." Almost subconsciously, Maine answered without hesitation, "but Jimmy is at home." Karla was frustrated and flustered. "Oh, you are right. Your husband is here." Noticing that Karla didn't look well, she shook her arm and asked, "Karla, are you okay?" "I'm fine." She forced a smile. When Maine was about to ask her if she and her daughter would often meet, Jimmy had finished the phone call. As soon as she came out of the balcony, she saw Karla. She shrank her eyes fiercely. Hearing the footsteps, Maine turned her head and saw Jimmy come back after the phone call. So she stood up and said to the man with a smile, "I've finished eating. The food cooked by Karla is very delicious." Karla also stood up restlessly. "If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow." Maine was a little stunned and felt a little embarrassed. Karla was a nutritionist, not a hired cook. Jimmy had already put his arm around Maine's shoulder. With a flash of his eyes, he said in an indescribable voice, "Karla, isn't it a good idea? If Maine still wants to eat the food you cook, how about this? I'll give you an extra salary." Karla wanted to refuse, but she found that she had no reason to refuse. So she nodded and said, "okay." Jimmy smiled and put his long finger on the corner of Maine's mouth. It was a grain of rice. It was broken. There was incomparable intimacy between couples, as if no one could step in. The man greeted Karla indifferently, "if there's nothing else, let's go upstairs and have a rest." Maine was carried upstairs by Jimmy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said curiously, "Jimmy, Karla's daughter is about the same age as me, but she is studying abroad. Don't you think she doesn't want to go abroad?" Jimmy glanced at her and said, "it's not a big deal. Children go to school outside. As parents, what can they do even if they want to?" "But it's strange that Karla asked me if I wanted to go abroad." She muttered. Jimmy squinted, rubbed her little head and said, "don't think too much. Is this Karla your mother?" Maine had to bite her lips and shut up. "I'm not looking forward to it. If it was really her, I won't forgive her. She abandoned me at that time, not to mention that I'm your wife now. I won't go with her." Jimmy gave her a doting smile, lowered his head and kissed her lips as if he was giving her a reward. "Good girl." Maine wrinkled her nose. If Karla was really her mother, she would never forgive her! Back then, why did she leave such a little girl in the snow? What did she want from? However.... Karla couldn't be her mother. Didn't Karla say that her daughter was studying abroad? Maybe it was because of Yan's unintentional words that she thought too much. It was early November and the night was getting dark outside. Maine's knees were broken and her skin hadn't completely healed. It must be painful to take a shower. After taking a shower, Jimmy only wore a bath towel. Transparent water drops slowly slid down from his well organized chest, forming a fatal temptation. Jimmy's skin was pale. Under the warm yellow light, water drops were glittering and the handsome man came out of the bathroom.... Maine was a little overwhelmed.