Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Chapter 99: I Listen to You Whatever You Say

Mrs. Bush was going to pick it up subconsciously, but was stopped by Nicole Bush.

“Auntie, let me answer it.”

Nicole Bush's eyes were dignified.

Mrs. Bush suddenly felt so familiar with this kind of eyes, so familiar that she shuddered, and a bold

thought flashed through her mind.

But she didn't make any noise, just withdrew her hand gently.

Nicole Bush didn't pay too much attention to Bush's actions. All her thoughts were taken away by the

phone in front of her.

Who would call this number?

Could it be that the person who wanted to deceive his parents to go abroad?

Nicole Bush answered the phone with a serious expression.

“Hello?”

Nicole Bush's voice was cold, and the other party seemed to froze, and then quickly hung up.

The busy sound came from the phone, but this made Nicole Bush's heart sank.

If the call was made by mistake or by an acquaintance, it was impossible to hang up without saying a

word, unless the other party did not want to her hear his voice, or for other reasons. But no matter

what, Nicole Bush was a bit wary.

“What's wrong? Who's calling?"

Mrs. Bush had been watching Nicole Bush, and suddenly found that she was somewhat similar to her

daughter.

Nicole Bush said with some concern, "Auntie, I think someone may want to control you by using Nicole.

Although I don't know what they want to do, if you believe me, no matter what kind of letter or Phone,

please tell me first. I don't want Nicole to worry about your."

If before this, Ms. Bush might not trust her, but now the more she looked at Nicole Bush, the more

intimate she was. She tremblingly holds Nicole Bush's hand and says, "I will follow your instruction

whatever it is. Be careful yourself, Ok?”

Nicole Bush was all excited, but she had to suppress it and nodded.

Mrs. Bush said to her, “Since you are Nicole's good friend, go to Nicole's room and rest for a while. I

can see that you are very tired. When the meal is done, I will tell you.”

Nicole Bush was really tired, but she was reluctant to give up this time to rest. Ms. Bush had a firm

attitude and she had to return to her boudoir.

It was exactly the same as the decoration when she hadn't married Samuel. It was even cleaned and

tidied up, there was no dust, she could see that her parents really missed her.

Without Mrs. Bush around, Nicole Bush couldn't help crying anymore.

She caressed the picture on the bedside table, which was taken when she was still at home. She was

so youthful and so glorious in the picture, but so strange at this time.

In five years, the facelift had almost made her forget her own appearance. Now when she saw this

photo, the memories of the scenes come to mind. Comparing parents’ care for her with the old and

weak parents now, Nicole Bush sat by the bed and choked silently.

Her shoulders twitched.

Ms. Bush hadn't closed tightly the door of the room. After not hearing the sound in the room, she gently

opened a slit in the door and saw Nicole Bush tearing while holding the photo.

Nicole Bush put the photo down, as if thinking of something, and suddenly got up and came under the

bed. She went under the bed and found a box.

She carefully took out the box.

Because no one knew the existence of this little box, it was covered with dust.

Nicole Bush gently wiped the dust off and opened it.

Inside was her gift from her childhood that on her birthday, her parents gave her a gift box full of

jewelry.

There was even a family portrait for three.

Nicole Bush cried again, covering her mouth.

Mrs. Bush's body trembled, and she even wished to go in and ask about it, but she still refrained.

She closed the door gently and walked to Mr. Bush.

Looking at the tears in his wife's eyes, Mr. Bush thought she was thinking of her daughter while

chatting with Nicole Bush. He comforted her and said, "We already have Nicole's news. We'll see her

sooner or later, don't worry. Compared to be separated by life and death, It's the best news for us to

know that she's alive, isn't it?”

Mrs. Bush closed the door of the study, grabbed Mr. Bush's hand and said, "Dear, I suspect that

Catherine is our daughter Nicole.”

"What are you talking about? Are you crazy because thinking of Nicole? Catherine is beautiful, but she

is not as good as Nicole in our family.”

Mr. Bush directly thought that Mrs. Bush was insane.

Mrs. Bush shook her head and said, "No, I just sent her into Nicole's bedroom and let her rest there,

but I didn't shut the door. From the crack of the door, I saw her very familiar with Nicole's room. She

even found things that Nicole herself had hidden. And she cried from the moment she entered the room

all the time. She told us that Nicole had experienced a fire five years

ago, and that hurt her face. She then told us she might be different fromm what we knew before when

she meets us in the future. I took a closer look. Her eyebrows are particularly like Nicole, especially the

eyes. Do you remember? Nicole's eyes are like you!"

Mr. Bush was said by his wife, and the whole person was stunned.

“But if she is Nicole, why doesn't she recognize us? And Samuel, why did he help her hide from us?"

“There may be some trouble between them. I can tell that Samuel has a good attitude towards her, but

she is cold and indifferent to Samuel. What is going on here, we don't know. If she is not willing to tell

us, we shouldn't ask. I am happy as long as she comes back.”

Mrs. Bush wiped her tears while talking.

Mr. Bush pondered for a while and said, "I'll let the chief cook a few foods that Nicole likes, and a few

foods she doesn't like to eat. When we eat, we can observe. This stuff can be quite important or quite

small after all.”

“Well, I will follow you! But since she doesn't want us go abroad, we won't go out. I always feel strange

about this. We just learned about Nicole's news and are confused by the happiness. Now thinking

about it, five years later, Nicole has no news. Why does someone suddenly find us and knows where

Nicole is?”

Mrs. Bush's words frowned slightly.

“Then we have to wait and see.”

“Alright.”

After they two had negotiated, Mr. Bush went to the kitchen again and rearranged some meals.

Although Luna was puzzled, she did as she was told.

Nicole Bush did not know how Mr. Bush and Mrs. Bush react. After spending a long time in the room

alone, she heard Mrs. Bush knock on the door.

"Miss Catherine, Are you awake? The meal is ready, come out and have some food."

Nicole Bush quickly wiped her face and said, *! just woke up and I will came after cleaning up, thank

you aunt.”

When Bush heard her call her aunt, she suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable, but she said

nothing.

Nicole Bush went to the bathroom to tidy up. She didn't want her parents to see how embarrassed she

was.

She finally suppressed the sadness. She opened the door and came out. The smell of the food made

her smile uncontrollably.

"This food is so fragrant.”

"Just eat more, take here as your home, it's really like being home when you get here. Hurry up.”

Mrs. Bush took Nicole Bush's hand and sat beside her.

The more she looked at Nicole Bush, the more she adored Nicole Bush, and the more she looked at

her, the more she felt that she was her child.

Mr. Bush also looked at Nicole Bush carefully.

The appearance could be changed and the sound could also be changed, but the eyes and the look of

the eyes couldn't be changed.

Mr. Bush's heart trembled, and said quietly, "There's nothing good about it, just some normal home-

cooked meals. Miss Catherine, you enjoy it, and make yourself feel at home.”

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Nicole Bush had not experienced parental affection for many years, and now besides the previous

barriers, and was once again spoiled by her parents like a child, she almost cried out.

Cursing himself for not acting well, she picked up the chopsticks and smiled subconsciously toward the

food she liked.

The eyes of Mrs. Bush and Dad Bush changed suddenly.

That was a sweet and sour carp!

It was Nicole Bush's favorite dish.

Now when they saw her first move on picking the dish, the old couple looked at each other without

talking, but the look in their eyes was a little bit excited.

"Taste this, this one is made of mango and it has a special flavor."

Mrs. Bush brought a plate of fried mango meat to Nicole Bush.

There were not many people who can cook this dish. Even if they could cook it, they couldn't taste the

taste of Mrs. Bush From an early age, Nicole Bush liked to eat this.

Now seeing this dish again, after an interval of eight years, the fragrance was catching Nicole Bush's

taste buds.

She ate like a child and said, "The food is so delicious that no five-star restaurant can match.”

As soon as this sentence was finished, both Nicole Bush and Mrs. Bush were stunned.

She remembered Nicole Bush had a bad trachea when she was a child and always coughed. It was

said that frying meat with mango could cure cough. Ms. Bush learned to make this dish.

After the first time she cooked this dish, Nicole Bush said this.

Now when she heard Nicole Bush say this again, Ms. Bush almost couldn't hold back her excitement.

Fortunately, Mr. Bush coughed at this moment.

Nicole Bush herself felt that this was a bit awkward. She just wanted to explain something, but then she

heard Ms. Bush say, "Miss Catherine is really a good friend with Nicole. Our Nicole, when ate this dish

for the first time I said, she said the same words as you.”

"Really?"

Nicole Bush quickly lowered her head and dared not talk again.

At this moment the eyes of the old couple interacted, and Mrs. Bush brought a plate of braised pork to

Nicole Bush.

“Try this braised pork, the dish our Luna is good at most.”

Nicole Bush's brow furrowed slightly, and the chopsticks also paused, but she smiled and put a piece in

her mouth.

She tried hard to endure the taste of fat she didn't like, and forced herself to swallow it, but never tasted

the dish again.

Mr. Bush's eyes were a little wet, and talking to Nicole Bush more relaxingly.

“How old is my little grandson now? How tall is he? Who does he more look like? Is there a picture of

him?”

Looking at her father's expected look, Nicole Bush quickly took out her phone and found a photo of

Lucas Bush from the album and handed it over.

"This child is now more than four years old and looks a little more like Samuel Green, but his nose and

mouth are very like you.”

Nicole Bush said happily.

When Mr. Bush saw the phone, he took it subconsciously, deliberately did not seem to hold it firmly,

and the album returned the previous page suddenly.

When he saw the notes on the album, his eyes instantly turned red.