Chapter 1512
Terrence leaned back in his chair, watching Chicago dig into her meal. She was totally into it, savoring every bite.
"I'm done. Take your time," Chicago said, cleaning up her dishes. As she stood up, she added, "My condolences."
Terrence looked up at her. "Thanks."
After Chicago left, Terrence stared at his bowl of cold food, a question slowly forming in his mind. She seemed to enjoy her meal so much—was it really that good?
The next day was the memorial service.
Chicago got roped into volunteering at the event, handing out items and helping attendees. It wasn't her ceremony, after all.
She had changed into a different outfit and neatly combed her hair. Family members circled the church, and every time Imogen passed by Chicago, she shot her a glare. Chicago ignored her completely.
When Terrence walked past Chicago, he didn't even glance her way. Chicago occasionally looked at him. His expression was the same as when he was praying here the other day—cold, devoid of sadness. Chicago couldn't sense any grief from him.
The service lasted three days.
On the evening of the third day, after the service ended, a young priest and a church official brought two boxes of juice to her room, saying they were gifts from the attendees. Chicago pocketed two cans of juice and found a quiet spot. She decided not to draw today, instead sipping juice and resting with her eyes closed.
The juice was really good. She thought about buying some for Fiona and the others to try. Chicago was enjoying herself when a teasing voice came from above.
"Living like a retiree at such a young age."
Chicago sat up and looked up. On the second floor, Terrence leaned on the railing, looking down at her.
"Why haven't you left yet?" Chicago asked.
"The scenery here is nice, the air is fresh. I don't want to leave," Terrence replied. "Did you finish the drawing you were working on in the church?"
"No," Chicago said, lying back down. "I sketched it out. I'll finish it at home."
"When are you going home?"
Chicago shook her head. "Maybe tomorrow, maybe much later. Depends on my mood."
Terrence nodded and didn't say anything else. For some reason, Chicago couldn't shake the image of his cold, emotionless face during the memorial service.
"What were you praying for that day?" Chicago asked. She rarely asked strangers such personal questions, but she felt compelled to ask him.
Chicago thought he would say he prayed for his grandfather's health. But instead...
"I prayed for a relationship."
Chicago was speechless and thought to herself, 'Your grandfather is dying, you traveled all this way, knelt down with such devotion, and you prayed for a relationship?'
"The relationship prayers here are very powerful, didn't you know?" Terrence asked.
"You're full of it," Chicago said, giving him a disdainful look.
It wasn't until much later that Chicago realized Terrence wasn't lying. He really had prayed for a relationship that day.
They ran into each other at the church a couple more times and gradually became familiar with each other. Chicago then learned that Terrence hadn't grown up in his hometown. His father had married a regular girl from the capital city, which his family disapproved of, leading to a severed relationship.
Until he was eighteen, Terrence had lived in the streets of the capital city. When he turned eighteen, his parents died in an accident, and his grandfather, Atticus Wheeler, brought him back home to groom him as the heir.
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