Memories Drifted Like Paper Boats by Zyra Cole 67

Abby stared in the direction of the Gibson family, a cold smirk tugging at her lips. 

She thought, ‘Does Edwina really think she can just latch onto Kelvin and live a worry–free life, reaping all the benefits? 

‘He’s only keeping her around for entertainment. Once he gets bored, he’ll toss her aside. 

A side piece like her can’t hold a candle to me. I’m Desmond’s wife after all. 

She turned to Beatrice, her voice firm. “Mom, let’s get this sorted out as soon as possible. We can’t afford to wait any longer. 

‘I need to get pregnant fast, so I won’t have to worry about anything anymore, Abby thought to herself. 

The Gibson family sat right in the heart of Grindel City, surrounded by busy shopping streets and the hustle of downtown. 

But as soon as Edwina stepped onto the main path and entered the estate, all the city noise melted away. 

All she could hear was birds chirping and cicadas singing, like she’d walked into a whole different world. 

Errol smiled and started to explain, 

“Spiritwood,” Edwina chimed in offhandedly. 

planted around the estate are…” 

Errol looked stunned and shot a look at Imelda and Kelvin. 

Imelda shook her head. “We never told her anything. She just knows a lot.” 

Errol used to think Edwina was just a girl who caught Kelvin’s eye because she was cute and obedient, and that was the only reason she got brought into the Gibson Manor. 

But to his shock, she actually recognized the spiritwood right away, and even with so many of them around, she didn’t look impressed at all. 

The spiritwood tree could be turned into medicine, and it was super good for one’s health. The craziest part was that it could block out noise and clean the air like magic. 

Since it took forever to grow and was insanely rare, it was basically priceless. One tree was worth more than a house in Grindel City. Even a single leaf was like a nugget of gold. 

Most people who stepped into the Gibson family and heard about how valuable these trees were would be green with envy, but Edwina didn’t even react. 

She didn’t seem like those clueless girls who’d never been to college or seen the world. 

Errol was totally won over. He bowed to Edwina, gave her a respectful nod, and gestured for her to follow him. 

Edwina said softly, “You’re being too polite.” 

The main hall of the Gibson Manor had the same antique charm as the exterior. The place was decorated in a timeless style. Every material was meticulously chosen and worth a fortune. 

“Sweetheart, come and try the Gibson family chef’s specialties. See if you like them,” Imelda said warmly. 

The dining table seemed endless, covered with an array of mouthwatering dishes. Edwina glanced over and realized almost every dish was something she loved. 

There was no way Imelda would know her tastes, so it must’ve been Kelvin who made sure everything was just right for her. 

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She glanced at Kelvin, a little puzzled. 

Kelvin chuckled. “Come on, you’ve been my assistant for three months. I’ve seen what you usually eat?” 

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Edwina let out a soft response and thought, ‘He even pays attention to little things like this? Either the company’s way too laid–back, or he’s got way too much brainpower. 

Imelda couldn’t help but feel extra happy seeing Edwina with Kelvin. 

“Kelvin, what are you standing there like a statue 

Kelvin picked up the serving fork, grabbed a piece Edwina’s bowl. 

Gloria and Darius always doted on Edwina 

of chicken, made sure to remove all the scallion bits, then put it in 

us and serve 

Edwina some food. Imelda teased 

For example, Edwina hated eating food that had been touched by someone else’s tool, and she couldn’t stand scallions. 

= “” for her, but they never picked up on her fietse RES 

Kelvin’s attention made Edwina feel all kinds of weird, like there was a bit of pressure, but also, deep down, a hint of something that tugged at her heart. 

“Hey, darling, when do you think I should head over to the Simmons family and officially ask for Kelvin and you to get married?” Imelda suddenly piped up. 

Kelvin nearly choked on his food, coughing hard at Imelda’s out–of–the–blue question. 

Edwina froze for a moment, torn between wanting to so right away and worrying about upsetting Imelda, who’d only 

just gotten better. 

“Grandma, Edwina and I still need some time to get to know each other. Don’t be in such a hurry,” Kelvin said. 

“Really?” Imelda gave him a suspicious look. “Don’t you dare use Edwina as an excuse to fake a relationship and trick me. The Gibson family doesn’t tolerate scumbags!” 

Kelvin rubbed his temples with a sigh. “Grandma, you really should cut back on those cheesy TV dramas. Those shows are not good for you.” 

Imelda snorted with a haughty sniff. “Mind your own business! Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. Whenever I mention marriage, you always find some excuse to wriggle out of it.” 

Imelda was going on and on. Usually, all that fuss would drive Edwina crazy. But strangely enough, it felt oddly comforting, like something she’d missed. 

It was just like Anton Lennox, the only warmth she’d ever known in the Lennox family. Imelda’s kindness and gentle ways reminded her so much of him. 

After dinner, Edwina was about to take her leave. “Thank you so much for your hospitality, Imelda…” 

But before she could finish, Imelda interrupted her. “Sweetheart, I have one more favor to ask. I have a friend who’s a bit sick. She’s out back in the garden. Would you mind going to take a look at her for me?” 

‘A friend? Since when does Grandma have a friend living here?‘ Kelvin wondered, his brows knitting in confusion. 

Edwina nodded. “Of course, I can.” 

“Kelvin, take Edwina over there. It’s the room all the way on the left in the backyard, Imelda said. 

Kelvin nodded, but he couldn’t help finding this situation weird. 

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He led Edwina into the room at the back, but there wasn’t a soul inside. 

“Damn, Grandma totally tricked us,” 

in said. He tried to get Edwina out, but right then, the door slammed shut and 

locked tight behind them. 

Kelvin raised his voice, “Grandma, let us out. Quit playing games!” 

From outside, Imelda’s voice sounded a bit sheepish. 

She said, “Kelvin, Edwina, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I mixed up replaced, but now it’s jammed. 

“Errol, what are you doing? How could you mess up something so basic? 

the rooms. Errol just had this door 

8 is a huge problem!” 

Errol’s voice came through, sounding super apologetic. “Yes, Mr. Gibson, Miss Lennox, please don’t worry. I’ll get someone to fix it right away. It was my mistake.” 

Then, everything outside went silent. 

Kelvin rubbed his forehead, exasperation written all over his face. He glanced at Edwina. “Sorry, I swear I had no clue Grandma would pull something like this.” 

Edwina just shrugged it off. “It’s fine.” 

Kelvin hadn’t planned on trapping Edwina here, but he couldn’t help feeling a little thrill at the thought of having her all to himself for a while. 

“Edwina, I…” Kelvin said. 

“Don’t worry, I know how to get us out of here,” she said coolly, not missing a beat. 

Kelvin felt speechless. 

‘Honestly, maybe staying here for a while wouldn’t be so bad, Kelvin mused to himself. 

Edwina crouched down by the lock, took out a hairpin, and said, “This is a new type of smart lock.” 

“Can 

you 

unlock it the old–school way?” Kelvin asked. 

Edwina glanced back at him. “Not with this one. 

“But I can kill the power. Once it’s dead, opening a smart lock is a piece of cake.” 

Kelvin just stared at her, completely speechless. 

‘Having a wife who’s good at so many things might be a little scary,‘ he thought. 

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