Chapter 779: Cherry Earrings
The car moved forward, and Maggie opened her eyes, instinctively looking out the window.
At that moment, the car turned a corner, pedestrians came and went, and her view was blocked. Maggie could only see a silhouette.
Even just a silhouette made Maggie excited, and she whispered, "Fiorello, Charlie, stop the car."
Charlie heard the command, slowed down, and pulled over. "Maggie, what's wrong?"
Caleb was also puzzled and asked, "Maggie, what's wrong?"
"I saw Fiorello," Maggie said, a bit emotional. "I saw him."
She hurriedly pushed open the car door and ran towards the place where she had just seen Fiorello.
Because of the hesitation of just a few seconds, the driver had already driven a few hundred meters away.
Afraid of missing him, Maggie started running.
Caleb quickly followed to see what was happening.
Maggie ran to the place where she had seen Fiorello, in front of a barbecue stand, but Fiorello was no longer there.
Maggie looked around, even shouting uncontrollably, "Fiorello, where are you? Come out."
She didn't care about her image, shouting hoarsely on the street.
On the food street, some pedestrians cast curious glances.
"Maggie," Caleb ran over. "Did you see wrong? You didn't see Fiorello. How could he be here?"
"Caleb, I really saw him. I saw his silhouette," Maggie said, emotional and a bit anxious.
That glimpse of a silhouette brought out all the longing she had buried in her heart, surging like a tide and swallowing her whole.
Her eyes reddened, and her voice choked. "Caleb, believe me, I really saw him. Didn't you see? Right here, just now."
Maggie pointed in front of the barbecue stand, trying to make Caleb believe her.
Caleb looked around and said, "No, Maggie, maybe you're too tired and hallucinating, or you saw wrong. If Fiorello is really in Cyberland, why wouldn't he come home?"
Yes, if he came back, why wouldn't he come home?
She and the kids were waiting for him to come back.
Maggie's eyelashes were wet, her body trembled slightly, and she looked at the street without him, her eyes filled with sadness, muttering to herself, "Did I really see wrong?"
"Maggie, you must have seen wrong. It must be someone who looks similar. Let's go back; it's very late," Caleb advised. "You should rest more these days, don't overwork yourself. Leave the South Bay project to William and me."
Caleb didn't believe Fiorello had come back; he just thought Maggie had seen wrong.
When someone missed another person to the point of illness, everyone looked like the person they miss.
Caleb helped Maggie leave, and suddenly, Maggie felt like she had stepped on something.
She moved her foot and looked down. It was a handmade cherry earring.
Memories flooded back instantly, and Maggie remembered the first time she and Fiorello set up a street stall.
At that time, there was also a pair of red cherry earrings at her stall. Fiorello had coaxed Holden into buying them and had given the cherry earrings a beautiful meaning.
Cherries represented longing, meaning only liking one person.
Maggie picked up the earring from the ground and, controlling her emotions, asked the barbecue stand owner, "Excuse me, is this yours?"
"No," the owner, a middle-aged man in his forties, said. "What would I, a man, do with a plastic earring? Miss, how about some barbecue?"
Maggie forced a smile. "No, thank you."
Maggie clutched the cherry earring in her palm and asked again, "Sir, was there a man buying barbecue at your stand just now?"
"Yes, there were several just now. Which one are you talking about?" the owner asked. "Are you looking for someone?"
Seeing that she couldn't get any clues, Maggie thought maybe she had seen wrong. She shook her head and said nothing more, walking back towards the car with Caleb.
Not long after Maggie left, Fiorello, who had left, came back and asked the owner, "Did you see a red cherry earring?"
Fiorello had originally left but, feeling one earring missing from his pocket, came back to look for it.
A pair of cheap earrings bought for twenty dollars, but he felt they were precious and familiar, so he came back urgently to find them.
"I saw it," the owner said. "A pretty lady picked it up just now and asked me about it. She just left, walking that way. It's just an ordinary earring. Is it worth coming back for? There are plenty of them at the stalls ahead."
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