Chapter 137

He said so, and I had no choice but to agree. In my heart, I secretly vowed to treat Trevin and Auntie to a big meal sometime. Many buses passed the construction site as we waited for one heading to the village entrance.

Boarding the bus, I spotted a black luxury car approaching the site. I couldn't help but frown. The car looked familiar; Reynaldo seemed to own a similar model.

Seeing me staring, Trevin said, “Stop looking. That car is very expensive—not something we ordinary people can afford. We have to face reality.”

“Um,” I nodded, smiling at him.

Trevin added, “Nowadays, many girls are materialistic, but let me tell you, they don't end up well.”

My lips twitched, and he abruptly asked, “What's this for?” Was he subtly reminding me not to be materialistic?

Ignoring his implication, I asked, “Do you know the name of the boss who developed this construction site?”

“Alas,” he sighed, “we, the lowest class, have no knowledge of the big boss's name.”

“Do you know his last name?”

“What's his last name? We don't have the standing to know. Girl, listen to me: having money is good, but it's not something we can dream of. Just live simply and find an honest person to marry. Your life won't be difficult.”

What was that all about? Did Trevin really think I was planning to approach the boss? I simply recognized the car, fearing it belonged to Reynaldo! But such a coincidence seemed unlikely; there's more than one car of that model.

That thought brought a slight sense of relief. As long as Reynaldo stayed away, he’d eventually forget about me. I gently stroked my flat belly, thinking of my two little babies, feeling warm and cozy.

Chapter 137

Arriving at Trevin’s house, Auntie had already prepared four dishes and a soup, set on a small table. Trevin's room was as simple as mine but quite tidy. He explained his mother slept in the bedroom and he slept in the living room. I saw a makeshift bed there, making the room seem much smaller.

Auntie warmly offered me a small stool. I nodded, quickly handing her the fruit I’d bought. She glanced around, frowning slightly, and I was stunned. Could she dislike the fruit I'd chosen?

Just then, she smiled, saying, “Oh dear, you really don’t know how to manage a household. Look, you even bought cherries; they’re so expensive.”

Uh! She was concerned about the cost, afraid I’d spent too much. I hadn't thought much about it; I just felt I should bring something nice for a first visit.

Auntie continued, “A woman must be frugal and manage the household, especially after marriage. Otherwise, how does it look if the man works hard and the woman spends so casually? You agree, young lady?”

I awkwardly laughed, offering no opinion. Actually, I disagreed and didn’t appreciate her words. But everyone has their own views; silence seemed best.

Seeing my silence, Trevin quickly interjected, “Mom, Esmeralda finally agreed to dinner. Why are you talking about these things?” And she bought fruit as a gesture—how can you say she’s not thrifty?

Auntie glanced at me. I gave her a puzzled smile, feeling even more embarrassed. She quickly changed her expression, smiling, “Yes, yes… I’m being naggy and saying the wrong things, Esmeralda. Please don’t take it to heart.”

“No,” I shook my head. “You and Trevin are both very nice people, and I’m glad to have met you.”