Only you in my love

Michelle woke up late since today was unusually sunny. For three consecutive days, it had been raining hard in Lexingport City. The weather didn't improve until today.

Since the sun was out, Elaine decided to get up early to wash the clothes and bed sheets. She asked Adams to help her with the housework, and together, they cleaned up the house.

Meanwhile, the house next door also sounded busy. Victor, who was in charge of moving the furniture, stood in the yard and barked orders. "Be careful with those!" he shouted at the workers.

Within the community, old people were walking while children were playing tag with each other. The ambiance was very lively.

After taking out the trash bag and throwing it into the garbage, Adams came back and said to his wife, "Have you heard the noise next door?"

Elaine, who was busy trimming vegetables for her to cook later in the kitchen, leaned back and turned to look at him. "Are Baylor and his wife back? They have been staying in their son-in-law's house for more than six months. I thought they'd never come back." "No, it's not Baylor. I kept a close eye on what's happening over there, and I'm sure we have some new neighbors." Adams stood beside his wife in the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and began trimming vegetables with her.

"You trim the vegetables and I'll cut the meat." She moved over a little bit and gave him some space. Then, she reached for the kitchen knife and chopping board. While cutting the meat, she said, "Did Baylor rent out the house?"

"That's how it looks. I don't know if they're renting it or the new neighbors have already bought it," he replied.

She stopped cutting meat for a second and said, "They probably didn't sell it since Baylor and his wife can't live in their son-in-law's house forever. They're not used to living there. So many troublesome things happen in rich families. Moreover, Baylor and his wife didn't want their daughter Crystal to marry their son-in-law at that time. If it weren't for... Well, forget about it."

After that, they dropped the topic altogether and continued trimming the vegetables. When they were done, Adams wiped his hands with a dry towel. "I'll wash some strawberries for Mimi. She can eat them once she wakes up."

"Go knock on her door. If she continues sleeping, I'm afraid she might get a headache."

He smiled and walked out of the kitchen.

On his way up to her room, he saw Michelle yawning as she walked downstairs.

"Oh. You're up. Did you get enough sleep?" Adams held the strawberries, which he had just washed, and showed them to Michelle. "I'll put them on the table."

"Okay." Still groggy from waking up, she nodded and lazily sat on the sofa. "I'm so sleepy. Last night, I slept at two o'clock since I'd been talking to Lydia over the phone."

"Lydia? Is she the one who'll finish graduate school next year?" Adams remembered her well. "Your mom mentioned her and Austin to me two days ago. They're studying at B University, right? They were classmates at university, and are still classmates at graduate school. Just like me and your mom." He looked into the kitchen and smiled.

"Yes. Not only are they classmates, but they're also..." Suddenly, Michelle cupped her hand and covered her mouth. She remembered she wasn't suppose to say anything about it. Good thing she was able to stop herself before she did.

Now, her mind was fully awake, and the sleep in her eyes had been rubbed off.

Confused, Adams tilted his head and asked, "What are they?"

"Nothing." She shook her head, stood up, and walked out. "Lydia said she sent me a lot of snacks. The courier's calling me to take the package. I'll go and get it, Dad. Bye!"

Every time she tried to hide something, she would raise her voice as though she was trying to tell other people to stop asking her. Her voice was loud enough for her mother to hear her in the kitchen. Elaine shouted, "Is it heavy? Let your dad help you." "No, I'm good! They're only snacks!" Michelle shouted back, then disappeared at the door.

However, when she saw the big parcels in front of her, she immediately regretted not asking for help. Her jaw slightly dropped in disbelief. She looked at the courier and asked, "Are they all mine?"

"Your name's Michelle He, right? Yes, these are all yours."

"Okay." Lydia said she just sent her a few snacks, but it clearly didn't look like that. The biggest parcel was so large that she could fit inside.

She tried picking up the parcels by herself, but she could barely lift them off the ground. After just a few seconds of carrying them, her arms became so sore she had to drop them to the ground, causing a loud thud.

"I'd better ask my dad for help," said Michelle dejectedly.

"Let me help you." On the second floor of the house he was renting, Tim saw Michelle running out of her door. She was wearing a hat with bunny ears on top, which hopped along as she ran. When she got outside, he went down and followed her.

He glanced at the biggest parcel in front of her and bent down. Effortlessly, he lifted it up. With the big parcel in his arms, he looked taller and stronger than usual. From where Michelle was standing, he looked like a mountain.

It took a while for her to process everything that was happening. "Eh, why are you here?"

"I just moved in. Put the parcels you can move onto the parcel here." When he saw that she wasn't moving, he narrowed his eyes at her and urged her to hurry up. Throughout her life, Michelle was used to being treated gently by everyone. So when this tall man spoke and acted coldly towards her, she couldn't help but feel scared.

She had only seen one cold and indifferent person in her entire life, and that was John. But she wasn't afraid of him because Nina was there. If ever she felt a little scared of him, all she had to do was hold Nina tightly and stop looking at him. But with Tim, it was different. They had only met each other three times. Hence they weren't familiar yet with each other. Their relationship wasn't that deep to begin with either. It didn't help that his attitude towards her was very fierce. When she heard his voice, Michelle snapped out of her dazed state and tried to control the panic rising in her body. She nodded and quickly squatted down to pick up the parcels and put them on the parcel he was holding.

There were so many parcels that the one on the top reached his chin. And yet Michelle continued stacking them up. She was afraid if she stopped, he might scold her again.

Watching this, Tim wanted to laugh deep inside but tried hard to hold it back. In a calm voice, he reminded her, "If you keep piling them up, I won't be able to see what's in front of me."

"What? Oh." She looked up and realized what was going on. When she looked down, she saw that there were two more parcels on the ground. Since they weren't heavy, she held them in her arms.

Tim started walking in front. When he left the express station, he didn't see Michelle following him. He turned around to check if she was still there.

"I'm coming. Wait for me." She ran and caught up with him. After slowing her pace to match his, she said, "Thank you, Tim. But why are you here?"

"I just moved in," he said indifferently.

"To my neighborhood?" She peeked at his face behind the stacked parcels. Although he still looked fierce, he was willing to help others. Then, she remembered the time when he lent her his coat out of concern. Now, he was helping her carry the parcels. 'He must be a man with a cold face, but a warm heart, right?'

When he saw that Michelle was looking at him, Tim accidentally told her his secret. "Yes, I live next door."

She ran past him and stopped in front. With wide eyes, she looked at him and asked, "Next door? Is Uncle Baylor renting the house to you, or did he sell it?"

"Rent," he answered briefly. He was afraid that if he said too much, she might feel timid around him again.

"Oh, I see. Then I won't be seeing Uncle Baylor and his family any time soon." She pouted her lips and was saddened by the thought. But after a few seconds, her pout turned into a smile. "I guess we'll be neighbors from now on."

Tim looked at her bright eyes and felt warm, as though she was a sun shining on him.

"Yes, neighbors." Even though he tried to soften his voice, Michelle still felt that he was fierce.

That was because she had already met the gentlest person in the world. Anything less than that, she could no longer feel.000000