Chapter 10
Edward Quan ·
“I bought a home,” I said. “Before you finished the installments. Eight hundred thousand down, exactly what was in my term-deposit account.”
“Don’t get ideas.”
I interrupted.
“It’s in my name.”
“You’re just staying with me.”
“You pay rent every month.”
“Three thousand.”
“Three thousand again?”
“Yes. Installments finished. Rent begins.”
“Jiang Wan, you’re the most calculating woman I’ve ever met.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No.”
“Being with you is what makes it feel like a family.”
My eyes stung.
“If you ever lie to me again—”
“That day won’t come.”
“You promise?”
“I promise. With the rest of my life.”
I turned my face away.
Held out my hand.
Then took his.
His palm was warm.
A little damp.
Sweat.
“What are you nervous about?”
“You changing your mind.”
“About what?”
“Letting me hold your hand.”
My grip tightened.
So did his.
We walked together in the autumn wind.
A few tiny flowers blew from the bouquet.
I didn’t pick them up.
He would buy more next year.
And the year after.
And the year after that.
As long as he was still willing to take a supporting role, this play would go on.
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