A Wife For My Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

 "You'll sing in a theater?" Ethan asked, his curiosity piqued. "That's awesome! Can we go see you?" Naomi chimed in excitedly. "Of course we can, Naomi," Daniel assured her. "I want to see you, Deanna! Can we, Dad?" she pressed eagerly. "Absolutely, we'll be in the front row when Deanna performs," he promised. "That's still a long way off, but my first performance will be just for you all..." she said warmly, then shifted to a more practical tone. "You finished your homework, right Naomi?" "Yes, all of it." "Th

"I'm sorry about what I did today at the company," Deanna said softly."You don't have to be sorry... Actually, you changed my mood. I had a difficult meeting before you arrived... Those stubborn old men..." Daniel sighed."You had a complicated afternoon... Let me prepare something to cheer you up." "What's that?" he asked, curiosity replacing the weariness in his voice."My mother used to make a dessert when I had a bad day or felt sad. I'll prepare it for you..."They went to the kitchen. Daniel sat at the small table with a cup of coffee while she prepared her chocolate dessert. Deanna turned on the radio and melodies flowed between their gentle conversations, mingling with the co

Harry: — What’s wrong, Ethan?Ethan: — Uncle, do you know anything about Deanna?Harry: — What do you mean?Ethan: — It looks like she argued with Dad on Sunday. When we got back, she was gone… It’s been four days, and she hasn’t come back. Naomi called her, but Deanna just says she’s taking care of her grandmother and that she’ll return when she gets better.Harry: — I didn’t know Deanna’s grandmother was sick.Ethan: — She’s not, Uncle. She doesn’t want to come back because of Dad.Harry

Daniel was in his office, just as Susan had predicted, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, preparing for another night of self-punishment. His near-encounter with Beverly tormented him; his emotions had betrayed him as he thought of Deanna, trying to recall the feelings she stirred in him. Now he faced yet another mess: trying to fix his mistake.He knew Beverly had always waited for some signal from him, some sign that he might yield to her intentions, but he'd never seen her that way. No matter how she presented herself or how subtly she tried to get his attention, he'd never felt drawn to her. If he hadn't caught himself in time, he'd now be drowning in regret.Someone knocked on his door, but he didn't bother to answer. He heard the door open and opened his eyes, ready to dismiss whoever it was—and then he saw her. Dea