Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Acting

Seeing Ternence get out of the car angrily, Sylvia took a deep breath silently to relieve her nervousness. When she looked out of the car window, she realized Ternence had brought her back to Sanchez Mansion.

This also reminded her suddenly that she had promised to come back with him to have dinner with grandma today.

She looked down at the bag thrown by Ternence and found there was a set of her clothes in it.

Sylvia couldn't help looking at her soaked clothes. Could it be he chased her out to give her dry clothes when he saw her wet clothes at home?

When did he care about her so much?

Sylvia was flattered by his care. Seeing Ternence had already walked to the gate from the window, she didn't have time to think too much and closed the curtains to change into the clothes brought by him.

After changing into dry clothes, Sylvia opened the car door and got down. At this time, the rain had stopped. Under the twilight without dark clouds, Ternence stood upright in the door of the mansion and waited for her.

Thinking of what happened at home and on the road, Sylvia took a deep breath and walked to Ternence's side. She braced herself to hold Ternence's arm like she did every time they came to the mansion in the past three years.

As Ternence's fury had not turned away, he didn't look at Sylvia and strode towards the villa of Sanchez Mansion, without caring if she could catch up with him.

Sylvia knew he was walking fast on purpose, so she could only trot to keep up with his pace.

Even though Sylvia said in a fit of temper on the road that she wanted to divorce and end this miserable marriage, she felt a little bit reluctant when she thought of old Mrs. Sanchez who was so kind to her.

As soon as she came back here, she would subconsciously want to act well with Ternence because she didn't want to upset that kind and loving elder.

"Oh! Sylvia is coming back! Slow down. Slow down. Be careful of slipping!"

When Sylvia was lost in thought, she heard a loving voice from the villa door. She looked up and saw old Mrs. Sanchez had already been at the villa door in a wheelchair.

"Grandma!" Seeing Ternence's grandma, Sylvia's face suddenly burst into a sweet smile. She let go of his arm and threw herself in front of old Mrs. Sanchez's wheelchair.

Old Mrs. Sanchez happily greeted. Every time she heard Sylvia call her grandma, her face was full of joy as if being Sylvia's grandma was the happiest thing in her life.

When old Mrs. Sanchez caressed Sylvia's long hair behind her back, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Sylvia, why is your hair so wet? Did you get caught in the rain?"

"No, no!" Sylvia didn't want her to worry about herself and hurriedly made an excuse. "Grandma, I just went home and took a quick shower. I didn't want you to wait for us too long, so I didn't have time to dry my hair."

"Silly girl. How long can it take? You don't know how to take care of yourself at all!" old Mrs. Sanchez said in a complaining tone. She began to scold Ternence who was standing beside Sylvia.

"Ternence, Sylvia is your wife. She is five years younger than you and may not know how to take care of herself. Why can't you be more concerned about her? It's early autumn. Especially the wind is chilly in the evening. Do you know Sylvia will catch a cold easily when she comes out with such wet hair?"

"Right. Right. Grandma, it's my fault. It won't happen again!"