Chapter 391
There were only three days left until the end of the holiday and the start of the new school year.
The weather was splendid, warming up gradually. Old leaves were falling, and new buds dotted the branches. Everything spoke of the hopes for the new year.
Cherise splurged on lots of new clothes. She still loved everything beautiful, as always.
She thought she took after her grandmother in this Every girl wanted to look pretty and had the right to dress up, no matter if they were stunning or not, tall or short, thin or plump.
Today, she wore a pink turtleneck sweater and a pair of slim–fit light blue jeans. On her feet were her usual casual off–white canvas sneakers.
Her long hair was styled into a high, cute bun, making her look charming. She checked herself in the mirror, grabbed her bag, and headed downstairs.
Morris went опа business trip and would be back tomorrow. As usual, Hugh was driving.
When Hugh saw Cherise, he flashed his typical goofy grin. “Wow Mrs. Chivers, you look stunning today. Mr. Chivers is so lucky to have you. “There’s a saying that describes you two, but it just slips my mind.” Hugh chuckled and scratched his head.
Hugh pulled up at a traffic light and had a flash of memory. He turned to Cherise. “Mrs. Chivers, it’s cradle–snatching. That’s used to describe you and Mr. Chivers. With that, he turned back as the light turned green and continued driving.
Cherise couldn’t help but chuckle softly. What she was going to do today was supposed to be serious, but now she felt much more relaxed.
Half an hour later, the car slowly pulled up to the familiar vegetarian restaurant they had visited twice before. Gourmet Galaxy. The person she was supposed to meet was already waiting at the entrance.
As soon as Cherise got out of the car, the person standing at the door came forward to greet her, “Cherise, it’s been a while, You’re looking more youthful and radiant than ever.
“Even though Christmas has passed, for us older folks, it’s not truly over yet. Here, this is a gift I prepared for you. Merry Christmas!”
Cherise smiled and nodded, observing the usual etiquette. “Merry Christmas, Rayburn.” She reached out to accept the gift. Rayburn grinned even more after Cherise took the gift. ‘Great. Let’s head inside. It’s the same room as the last two times.”
Unlike the previous two meetings, this time they had a big lunch before starting the chess game.
After a few games, Rayburn laughed, “Cherise, I have to say, you’ve got me today. I didn’t think your chess game would improve this much just a few months after Christmas, but I feel like your chess strategy harchanged.
“It’s hard to describe, but it’s like there’s more boldness and determination than before. I dare say there’s no one better than you in all of Clusia.
Cherise lowered her head with a slight smile, “Actually, there is someone.”
Rayburn asked curiously, “Oh Who is it? I’m quite curious.”
Cherise looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and said slowly. “It was my grandmother. Sadly, she’s not with us anymore,
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Rayburn had known about Cherise’s grandmother’s passing for a while, long before he had it looked into.
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Yet, when she mentioned it, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret and a touch of sympathy for Cherise. “What a shame.” he said.
Cherise pressed her lips together, still looking at Rayburn. “Rayburn, aren’t you curious about my grandmother’s name?”
Rayburn finally sensed that something was different about Cherise today. There was an air of mystery about her, tinged with a light sadness.
His slightly aged fingers involuntarily tightened a bit, filled with an eager urge to know. “Cherise, I’m all ears.”
Hearing this, Cherise paused, took a sip of coffee to moisten her throat, and then began calmly, “My grandmother’s name is Amelia Garcia.”
Upon hearing the name, Rayburn felt an indescribable sense of loss. He recognized that name.
Cherise continued, “However, before she was known as Amelia, she had another name. It was Megan Lanley.”
As soon as Cherise finished her sentence, the cup Rayburn held slipped heavily from his grasp. It shattered into pieces upon hitting the tiled floor.
His enlarged, wrinkled eyes, a testament to the years, fixed intently on Cherise, studying her closely. Both of his hands trembled, shaking uncontrollably.
He looked like his throat was being squeezed, his eyes welling up with tears, but he remained silent, continuing to gaze at Cherise.
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