Chapter 93: Feast Looking at the two people immersed in each other's world...
Looking at the two people in front of him who were immersed in each other's world, Diego showed his dinosaur-like fangs behind them.
He wants to plunder; it's an instinct in his genes.
While some might call it a bad trait, Diego considers it his pride.
It is precisely because he knows what he wants and dares to devote everything that he is able to be invincible on the racecourse.
Johnny and Mary?
dream
He looked at the small note Mary had hidden in her palm, not discarding it. His smile was even brighter than it had been a moment ago. Ignoring Johnny's extremely hostile look, he kissed the back of Mary's hand politely and said, "My dear, you must be very tired after such a long journey back home."
"It's really torturous... I really don't want to take a boat ride again." Mary listened to Diego's words and felt that they really touched her heart.
She had indeed disliked Diego before, but it wasn't because of Johnny's advice, but because he had subtle similarities with the President, such as his pretentiousness and nonsense.
Now, after Mary has gone through a series of things and met two very special guys, Diego's image subtly wins out between them.
He didn't act rashly, followed instructions, and wouldn't drag his feet in battle. He never withheld wages, didn't take advantage of others, and didn't need to think twice before speaking. In short, this guy made her feel very comfortable.
"In that case, I won't bother you anymore. I'll give you the gift another day. Have a good rest today, Mary." Diego's words were so considerate that Johnny felt that the guy in front of him was not a human, but a terrifying fighter plane.
He thought Diego was retreating, waiting for Mary to persuade him to stay. Unexpectedly, Diego actually left them without looking back.
Johnny, who felt that he was completely suppressed by Diego in some aspects, was alarmed. He grabbed Mary's cold hand and put it on his cheek to warm it up: "Are you warming up, Mary?"
"Don't do that." Mary pulled her hand back. "Your cheeks are already red from the cold. What if you get frostbite if my hand freezes you?"
She came behind Johnny and pushed the wheelchair with ease, as if she had never left him before.
Johnny breathed a sigh of relief at her ease. He'd been worried that after not seeing each other for a few months, a sense of alienation might have grown between them. Seeing Mary still in the same state as before, he patted her hand and said, "It's okay. I can push myself. Moving my arms will warm me up."
Mary thought it made sense, so she let go of Johnny's hand and walked forward in the snow side by side with him.
Johnny actually has a lot of questions.
He wanted to ask, where on earth did she go on this mission, and was the mission dangerous?
Who did she meet elsewhere? Were they as outstanding national personnel as she was?
Do you like the food there? Can you get used to it?
Is her work hard? Does she need to work overtime?
"Are you doing well over there?" was all Johnny said.
Mary thought for a moment and replied, "It's pretty good, I guess. The scenery there is beautiful, and it's not too cold even in winter. The food tastes good, but it's still not as good as what I cook myself. As for the people..." She paused before continuing, "I met some very nice people, but... we probably won't see them again."
Looking at Mary's expression, Johnny chose not to delve into it. He just smiled and said cheerfully, "Is that so? That's great."
"How have you been, Johnny?" Mary asked.
Johnny wanted to say, no.
Because he was disabled and without Mary's help, he was unable to take care of his horse. He had to sell it and reluctantly found a good home for it.
Perhaps it was because the United States values freedom too much. The cleaner he hired was not only perfunctory at his job, but also had a bad temper. It took him a lot of energy just to get rid of that guy.
Without Mary and friends, he almost stopped socializing. The only thing he could do was wash clothes and cook. It was a boring and mechanical life.
Oh, and during this time he also read a few books to pass the time, and then he realized even more that he was not cut out for reading.
He is lonely
Finally, Johnny just smiled and said, "Oh, it's pretty much the same as before. It's good."
"Really?" Mary wiped the snow from Johnny's brow with her handkerchief and said, "That's good."
They continued back, the same road, but the feeling was completely different. Johnny had felt terrible the way he'd come. The snow, rutted and grimy from footprints and tire tracks, looked like the filth in a sewer. His wheelchair kept slipping and veering off course in the snow, leaving him no time to even consider Diego's disgusted expression. He concentrated on maintaining his balance, trying not to fall into a ditch from which he'd be unable to climb out.
But now he felt that the snow before him was truly beautiful. Although it fell like raindrops, it was not fierce and overwhelming, but rather graceful and flowing, like the delicate falling debris from the hem of a fairy's skirt. The dead tree nearby looked fuzzy because of the beautiful snowflakes. If the colorful lights were turned on at night, it would surely be a very beautiful sight.
"Are there any vegetables left at home?" Mary's question brought Johnny back to his senses. He was somewhat pleased with his understanding of Mary. He knew she would ask this question, and immediately launched into a torrent of words: "Of course! Christmas is the day after tomorrow, so we definitely need to do some shopping!"
He counted his fingers excitedly. If Mary hadn't quickly held onto the wheelchair, he would have slipped out. "I knew you were coming back, so I bought a lot of things. I bought more than a dozen kinds of vegetables alone, and the meats include beef, lamb, and turkey. Oh, and I even learned how to bake a cake. I'll show you my skills today!"
Johnny's energy always made Mary feel relaxed. She liked this kind of lively atmosphere, so she nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."
Hearing Mary's anticipation, Johnny felt a surge of psychological pressure. After a moment's hesitation, he muttered, "No need... to get too excited. What I make is only edible, and I don't know how to decorate it, so it definitely won't look as good as what you buy outside."
He looked at Mary and said uncertainly, "How about...we buy a cake from outside first. I'll give it to you when I make it well."
"No"
Mary's rejection made Johnny's eyes widen. This was the first time Mary had rejected him directly.
"No matter how you bake it, I like it because it's you who made it." After spending three months in romantic Naples, Mary has become sweet-talking.
When Johnny heard these words, he felt his ears turn red in an instant!
Before he could react, a tear rolled down his cheeks. Instead, he said loudly, "Okay, then I'll bake you a giant cake to welcome you back."
"I haven't had cake in a while. I'm looking forward to it."
"Um..." Johnny suddenly remembered something. Although he knew it would be a bit of a letdown to say it now, he was more afraid that Mary would tell him when he was not mentally prepared: "Will you...will you report the mission to the president? If you do, how long will it take you to leave?"
After she finished speaking, Mary's face suddenly fell.
She controlled her fist to avoid crushing the wheelchair handle. "Yes...that guy hasn't paid yet, so how could he not go? But don't worry, he's busier during the holidays than usual and won't have time to receive me. I'll go see him after Christmas."
The heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. Johnny patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. God knew how scared he was that Mary would have to leave tomorrow to report to the President at the White House.
"Ah... I see the house. We're almost home." Mary looked up, her voice somewhat happy. Her and Johnny's clothes were all wet by the snow. She would be fine, but Johnny might catch a cold. Thinking of this, she said, "Sit down." Then she started rushing towards the house.
Johnny felt as if he was back on horseback at this moment, with the wind whistling past and filled with the smell of freedom.
He shouted unscrupulously: "Mary, hurry up! Come on, come on, faster!"
Mary thought Johnny would be scared, but she didn't expect him to be so happy. After hearing this, she naturally left no room for maneuver and ran away.
Johnny held on tightly to the handrail beside him, feeling the joy of the wind and snow clearing the way for him, as if he was galloping on his horse, taking the woman behind him to a very far place where no one could find her.
"Boom"
The wheelchair hit the steps and the dream ended.
Mary took the key from Johnny's pocket and opened the door she had been away from for a long time.
Compared to the outside, the inside of the house was warm as spring. After Mary pushed Johnny in, she quickly added a few more logs to the dying fireplace.
The blazing flames made Mary's cheeks burn, so she quickly took off her coat and put it aside to dry. Johnny got out of his wheelchair and crawled back to his room to change his clothes, which made Mary's eyes ache.
She didn't go to help Johnny, otherwise he would definitely feel very uncomfortable, so she must treat him as a normal person.
After staying by the fireplace for a while, Mary went to wipe the snow and mud off Johnny's wheels.
When she was clean, Johnny changed into sky blue pajamas and happily came out of the room.
Seeing this, Mary quickly pushed the packed wheelchair over. Johnny skillfully climbed onto it and started to rush to the kitchen: "It's almost noon. I'm going to make lunch."
Mary wanted to help, but Johnny stopped her: "Hey, you've worked so hard for so long, don't join in the fun in the kitchen. If you're bored, there are magazines in the living room that I bought. You can go and read them to kill time."
"Yeah, okay." Mary replied. When Johnny went into the kitchen, she took out the crumpled note and frowned after reading the words on it.
What is Diego doing?
Well, considering that the other party performed well last time and did not owe her salary, she could reluctantly go for it.
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