Page 44 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

“You must like this, Nathan.” I teased.

“Of course, I’m in love with him.” She confessed unashamedly.

“Are you dating?”

“Well,” I could spot mischief in her eyes without her even having to say a word. “It’s not official, but…”

“But?”

“I don’t know, he’s not so keen on titles.” She didn’t seem to care.

“Great!” I smiled. “I’m good as long as you are happy with him.”

“That’s it. Thank you, babe.” She chuckled.

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Returning to the house, it felt like I had been away for light years. I nestled in my bed for the first and second days while my mom cheerfully took care of everything that needed to be done in the house. Though she didn’t mean to explicitly praise Jacob, he more often than not appeared in our discussions. Especially when she knew he kept sending packages of glucose and groceries.

Daisy also visited, and she kept me company throughout my convalescing period.

I was glad she was around, and I could say she played a large part in my stage of convalescence. When I was out of the hospital and fully discharged, I invited her over to the coffee shop, where she had a taste of my handiwork. That was about three days after when my mom permitted me to reopen the shop after satisfactorily confirming my good state of health.

“Where did you learn to make such amazing coffee?” Her eyes widened in excitement as she took the first sip of the espresso I offered her.

“It’s nice, huh?” I smiled, taking my seat next to her.

“Definitely. I like it, and I’m envious of you right now.” She giggled.

“Oh, Daisy.”

“I’m serious!” She frowned.

“Alright, I’m glad you like it.”

“Yeah, it feels really good to be here.” She sighed and looked on for a moment. “I like the decor and the feel around here.” Then her eyes lit up again.

“Let’s go out. We can shop for clothes, shoes, jewelry, anything!”

“Daisy-”

“Do not refuse, please.” She pleaded.

“Who’s going to look after the shop? You know I don’t have an assistant yet.”

“Oh, Clara. It won’t be long before we get back. I just want to spend time with you, that is, outside, and I want to see the city, too.” She cried again.

“Mom’s gonna be here in a few minutes,” I mentioned.

“Oh,” she sounded disappointed.

I sighed, knowing she just wanted us to have a good time. She had not changed in the slightest, she was still the same old Daisy Bradley I knew.

“Perhaps I could tell her about it, and we can close the shop temporarily till we get back?”

Immediately, she got the message, and her mood lightened up.

“Exactly!” She giggled.

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