John Sullivan was secretly guessing who this guy carrying groceries was, thinking to himself, “The sun’s already gone behind the clouds, what’s the point of carrying an umbrella now?” But before he could say anything, he heard William Clark speak again, “Uncle, you’d better find somewhere to take shelter from the rain.” After saying this, he immediately followed behind Evelyn Blake’s umbrella.

John Sullivan cursed inwardly, thinking, “I just didn’t shave, does that really make me look that old?” But before he could finish the thought, a loud clap of thunder boomed, and then a torrential downpour started almost instantly, with barely any pause in between.

Poor John Sullivan, like the others standing by the roadside, was instantly drenched from head to toe, looking like a drowned rat. He wanted to find somewhere to take shelter, but the market was full of sun umbrellas, and the only spaces that could block the rain were already taken up by the vendors’ produce.

“Ganmaotong tablets are pretty good for treating colds in elderly people who suddenly catch a chill.” From a distance, John Sullivan could still hear William Clark’s voice calling out this reminder.

Chapter 009: Rain All the Way

Evelyn Blake held the umbrella, watching the pouring rain and the many passersby on the road with nowhere to hide, and couldn’t help but secretly admire this guy’s luck—truly, fools have their own kind of luck. Suddenly, she remembered a movie she’d seen, “Forrest Gump,” where Forrest also said that fools have their own kind of fortune. Could it really be true?

“It’s too heavy, I can’t carry it.” While Evelyn Blake was still in a daze, William Clark, who had taken shelter behind her umbrella, spoke up.

Giving William Clark a cold glance, Evelyn Blake held the umbrella in one hand and took the few plastic bags William Clark handed her with the other.

“It’s raining harder on my side, give me the umbrella.” William Clark reached out with his free hand for the umbrella in Evelyn Blake’s hand. Seeing William Clark’s clueless face and his complete lack of concern for others, Evelyn Blake just felt a wave of sadness in her heart. She really wanted to just run back home, but then she thought about the state of the person next to her—if she went back soaked, would he even feel guilty or anything? She still had to go to work; if she caught a cold and had to take time off, that was the last thing she wanted.

Helplessly, she shoved the umbrella into William Clark’s hand and lowered her head, walking forward as fast as she could, really not wanting to stand next to this person.

Not caring whether she got wet or not, Evelyn Blake walked quickly with her head down, lost in her thoughts. She just felt her nose sting a little, and as the rain got heavier, Evelyn Blake looked at her already soaked pant legs and finally couldn’t hold back her tears, which mixed with the rain and fell onto her pants.

A walk that usually took more than ten minutes was finished in just ten, and without checking if William Clark had followed her back, Evelyn Blake took out her keys, opened the door, tossed the groceries in the corner, and rushed straight to her room, throwing herself on the bed and crying silently.

She had once dreamed so many times of her own Prince Charming—handsome and dashing, holding a bouquet of roses, coming to her, putting a diamond ring on her finger, and promising to love her forever. But when she woke up, all she had was an idiot who bullied her, someone who would even fight her over an umbrella.

After her sadness passed, Evelyn Blake got up, telling herself she needed to shower quickly, or she’d catch a cold and wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow. Even though, in Evelyn Blake’s eyes, this was no longer a home, there was already a patient here; if she got sick too, the suffocating atmosphere would make her just like the person at home.

Hmm. Just as she was about to undress and shower, Evelyn Blake froze—her top was actually completely dry, with only a few drops of water, which must have dripped on her when she handed the umbrella to William Clark. But it had just been pouring, and William Clark had taken the umbrella away.

What was going on? Why were only her pant legs wet, while her clothes were dry? Could it be that William Clark had been holding the umbrella for her the whole way, and she’d been too upset to notice, just keeping her head down and walking home?

But even if William Clark had held the umbrella for her and she hadn’t noticed, the umbrella was so small that it would have barely covered one person—at the very least, half her clothes should have been wet. But in reality, her top was completely dry. Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly rushed downstairs.

William Clark was in the kitchen sorting vegetables, as if he had just gotten back, but his shirt was also dry. Evelyn Blake felt even more puzzled. William Clark hadn’t gotten wet either, so what about herself just now? Looking down at William Clark’s feet, she saw he had already washed them and changed into a clean pair of cloth shoes.

“Achoo!” William Clark sneezed, wiping his nose with his hand. Even though nothing came out, it was enough to make Evelyn Blake feel disgusted.

Seeing William Clark wipe his nose and give her a silly smile before going back to sorting his vegetables, Evelyn Blake was speechless. Looking at his face, she felt a wave of frustration, frowned, and couldn’t be bothered to ask him anything, heading straight to the shower. Even though she hadn’t gotten wet, Evelyn Blake was naturally clean, and the wind before the rain had blown some dust onto her, making her feel uncomfortable.

Seeing Evelyn Blake go upstairs by herself, William Clark didn’t bother to ask her anything. On the way back, he had gotten completely soaked because he was holding the umbrella for the fast-walking Evelyn Blake.

When he saw Evelyn Blake come back and go straight upstairs and close the door, he had no idea what she was doing. He just took off his long coat, hung it on the balcony to dry, then washed his feet with hot water. After that, he went to the kitchen to sort the groceries he’d bought. He knew this was his food for the week, so of course he didn’t dare slack off.