Although she was not overly dependent on her mother, she respected her mother the most.
I thought she would always put her mother first in everything, but she actually said such a thing.
When did Mason become more important in her heart than her mother?
To avoid further entanglement, I simply followed her to the appointment just to see what Mason was up to.
I got into her car, and a faint scent of rosemary filled the air.
I looked up and saw a small, exquisite pendant hanging in the front.
She had previously said she didn't like any pendants in the car, fearing they would affect her vision.
The lucky pendant my mother and I had personally chosen for her was now who-knows-where.
"Did you buy this?"
She glanced sideways and said casually, "I don't like shopping. I couldn't have bought this kind of thing."
Just after saying that, she seemed to realize her mistake, her expression tense. She explained, "This was a freebie when Mason bought something. He doesn't like this scent, so he left it here."
I remained indifferent to her explanation and kept silent.
We arrived at the restaurant, and Mason was already waiting at the table.