Chapter 264 It's More Interesting to Hear You Say It
There were rules against child labor, but Mary stubbornly stood at the shop's door, promising Mark Wright she wouldn't tell anyone. She just wanted to make a living.
She was always quick to help when guests arrived, moving with great efficiency. She told Mark her dream was to go to college and leave Lindenville. He softened and agreed but didn't take her seriously.
How many young people can tough it out these days? Maybe she'd work a few days and quit when she got tired. But Mary ended up working for three years!
Mark appreciated Mary. He didn't have a daughter, only a son, and he treated her like family, often cooking something special for her.
"Yes, I got in," Mary nodded, her eyes a bit moist. The few moments of warmth in her life were here, even though she was busy every day. Mark's family treated her well.
Mark nodded repeatedly, "Good. I knew you could do it. Make yourself at home. Sit down, order whatever you want, it's on the house!"
Mary was touched. "Thanks, but business must go on, and I'm not here alone."
Mark's gaze fell on Matthew. "Not bad, this young man looks handsome. Is he your boyfriend? You have good taste."
Mary smiled and went to help. Matthew stood aside, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar Mary and the shabby barbecue shop.
He wondered if Mary had worked here before. His brows furrowed. He had investigated her background out of suspicion but never paid much attention. Now, he wanted to know her past better.
Watching her help out, a trace of softness appeared in Matthew's eyes. Mary cleaned up two tables, then sat beside him, asking, "Did you order yet?"
Matthew said, "Since you worked here before, you should know what's good. You decide."
"Alright," Mary picked up the menu and jotted down her order, then went to the kitchen. Laughter and cheerful voices came from inside, and Matthew's heart softened.
When Mary came back, she had a bunch of skewers on a plate. "Eat, they taste really good," she said.
Mark used to make these just for her, and she loved them.
Matthew picked one up and started eating. The seasoning was strong, and the meat was juicy and tender. It was indeed good.
Mary propped her chin and looked at him. "It's been a long time since I've seen you look so much like an ordinary person."
Before, when he had amnesia, he often ate at roadside stalls with her. Matthew's expression was indifferent. "Do you miss it?"
Mary lowered her eyes slightly. "No, I don't." Missing it would only make her sad. The old Matthew was gone.
Matthew's eyes darkened. He didn't continue the topic and asked, "Tell me about your past."
Mary looked at him in surprise. "Didn't you investigate me?"
Matthew said, "It's more interesting to hear it from you."
Mary laughed. "Alright, I'll tell you one of my stories, and you tell me one of yours. How about that?"
