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Chapter 982
Chapter 982
?Chapter 982: 464 Broken promise_2 Chapter 982: 464 Broken promise_2 Aubree Groove sighed deeply, “You’re all wet.
Wipe yourself down, and I’m going to heat up some water.”
Aubree Groove stood up and left.
Kelly Martinez clucked her tongue, “You always run away when it’s like this, but there will be a day when you can’t escape.”
Seeing Aubree Groove appear at the kitchen door, Peter Aria instinctively paused.
“Please….”
At this moment, Aubree Groove gave him an intense sense of distance.
The simple Zi Clothes stripped away her halo, her honor, her fame, and her status.
What stood before him was only a monk meditating in a secluded and ancient Buddhist nunnery within the depths of a mountain.
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Desireless, emotionless.
“Dr.
Aria, thank you.” Aubree Groove brought buckets of hot water into the room and poured them into a large wooden tub.
She found a set of Zi Clothes for Kelly Martinez.
“Your physique isn’t much different from my senior’s.
Wear her clothes for now, just to make do.”
Kelly Martinez vehemently shook her head.
“There’s no way I’m wearing a nun’s clothes.”
Aubree Groove glanced at her indifferently.
Kelly Martinez gritted her teeth and took the clothes, examining them with a look full of disgust.
The Zi Clothes lined with cotton for winter were incredibly ugly.
She wouldn’t even consider it as a rag.
How could her delicate skin endure such torture?
Aubree Groove closed the door and left the room.
Anton Cook sat on the steps under the eaves, his back to the rain curtain, exuding a touch of loneliness.
Upon hearing footsteps, Anton Cook looked back subconsciously.
His dark pupils shrank abruptly.
So this was Aubree Groove before he knew her.
“The conditions in the mountains aren’t great, and there’s no way to have a hot bath in time.
Can you go take a bath after Kelly is done?”
Anton Cook bit his lips.
“Of course.”
Aubree Groove sat next to him, reached out her hand for the raindrops to fall into her palm, feeling their instant coolness.
“There’s no internet, no signal, aren’t you bored?”
Anton Cook stared at Aubree Groove’s profile, and the flickering light in his eyes was like starlight.
“What about you?
Don’t you feel bored?”
Aubree Groove shook her head.
“I like the blue sky, the morning mountain mist, and the fresh sweet air.
No scenery in this world can match it.”
Even Terezin Snow Mountain, Walden Lake, Iceland’s auroras, the most beautiful sceneries, can’t compare with the strip of sky above the Buddhist nunnery.
Anton Cook gazed at her blankly, saying, “This place is a paradise in my heart.
If possible, I would like to live here all the time.”
Inhale the wind she breathed, gaze at the moon she watched, walk the path she walked.
Every inch of this land bears traces of her.
It’s not boring at all.
Kelly Martinez came out after opening the door, “Aubree Groove, this dress is too ugly…”.
Seeing Anton Cook, Kelly Martinez raised her eyebrows, quickly changed her tune, “Ah, it’s pretty nice.
At least it’s your dress.
Yes, it smells good.”
Kelly Martinez deliberately sniffed the clothes with a provocative look on her face.
Anton Cook’s eyes gradually darkened, “You damn rogue…”.
Aubree Groove shook her head helplessly, “Enough, you might want to tone it down.”
Kelly Martinez purposely twirled around in front of Anton Cook, “It’s a bit ugly, but it’s warm.
I’ll just wear it.”
“Oh, Sullivan, your clothes are soaking wet.
What are you going to do?
What are you going to wear later?
You won’t catch a cold, will you?”
Aubree Groove thought for a moment, turned around and went back into the room, and took out a quilted Zi Clothes.
“This is the last one, you make do with it.”
Anton Cook took it and looked at her deeply.
“Thank you.”
After Anton Cook left, Kelly Martinez tugged at Aubree Groove, “What are you doing?
He’s a man.
How can you let him wear your clothes?”
Aubree Groove laughed and shook her head, “If the clothes lose their warmth, then what’s the point of their existence?”
“That’s not the point!
Anyway, you’re just encouraging that kid.”
Kelly Martinez rolled her eyes, suddenly grinned, “That’s okay.”
The next words she meant to say were left unsaid.
If I can’t hold you back, surely someone else can.
Aubree Groove picked up an umbrella and walked into the rain, “I brought back some wild potatoes from the mountain.
Let’s wash them and steam them to fill our bellies.”
From behind her came Kelly Martinez’s exaggerated scream, “What?
You want me to eat wild potatoes?
Are you kidding me?”
Kelly Martinez, washing potatoes by the well, wanted to storm off.
To think that she, the famed Green Ghost who holds the pulse of the entertainment industry’s future, is stooping to wash potatoes in a decrepit temple deep within the mountains.
What has the world come to?