Chapter 139 Foreign help is coming
Helen Benson has never been afraid of anything in her life, and she doesn’t believe she can’t take down a Bluck.
So what if he has a crush on someone? It’s not like we’re together anyway.
Besides, Bluck likes her future sister-in-law, so it’s even more impossible to be together.
After Helen Benson made up her mind, her heart felt less heavy than before, and she hummed a song as she slowly packed her things, chatting with Cecilia Glendon as she did so.
When the packing was almost done, Abbott Benson also called the two for dinner.
There was a little wine with the meal, a sort of farewell party for Helen Benson as she was leaving.
“Not going back for a visit?” Abbott Benson asked after three rounds of wine.
He was asking if he was going back to the old Benson house.
Helen Benson answered simply: “No. I’m not going back. I’ve been to see Mom and Dad today, so there’s no need to go back to the old house.”
Besides, Helen Benson’s memories of the Benson family were never in the old house.
She will see Evans Benson and Jack Benson when she goes back, and these two are too painful to look at, so what else is she going back for?
“What time do you leave the day after tomorrow?”
“The 10 a. m. flight.” Helen Benson said.
“I’ll drive you to the airport.” Abbott Benson said.
“I’m going.” Cecilia Glendon said busily, “I’m going to see you off, too.”
“Yeah.” Helen Benson smiled up, “I’ll drag you along if you don’t go.”
Cecilia Glendon smiled softly.
The meal was sort of pleasant. Afterwards, Cecilia Glendon sat on the couch with Helen Benson watching TV while Abbott Benson went to do the dishes.
Cecilia Glendon sat in the living room, glancing at the kitchen every now and then, with a little warmth in her heart.
“Does it seem like my brother is a good man?” Helen Benson noticed her gaze and teased with a smile.
Cecilia Glendon is not shy to say, “Still a good man indeed.”
She never thought that Abbott Benson would also be like a normal man into the kitchen cooking, after the meal also washed dishes, this if in the past, certainly is not possible to appear things.
“Sister Cecilia Glendon, you have to be good to my brother.” Helen Benson suddenly sighed, “My brother … is actually very lonely.”
Cecilia Glendon flicked her head, then realized what Helen Benson had said.
Abbott Benson has been alone for so many years, working all day except for work, and it’s very lonely.
“I know.” Cecilia Glendon said softly.
She is the same lonely two people as Abbott Benson.
Helen Benson seemed to be about to say something else, but was overcome with emotion and she fell back on the couch and went straight to sleep.
…
Bonnie and Demon learned that they had to go to Cecilia Glendon’s studio to help, without saying a word, directly packed their things and went over, they actually do not have anything, only their daily use will be brought over.
By the time they got to the studio, Cecilia Glendon and others had vacated the tables they were using and there was plenty of room.
As soon as Bonnie walked in, she rushed up to Cecilia Glendon and hugged her: “Cecilia!”
“Thank you for coming.” Cecilia Glendon laughed.
“What’s there to thank, it’s all friends.” Bonnie said.
Demon also came up and was about to say something to Cecilia Glendon when he noticed the injury on her right hand: “How did this happen?”
“It’s fine, it got scratched, nothing major.” Cecilia Glendon explained.
The hand is wrapped like that, and it’s not a big deal.
If it was really no big deal, why would they be allowed to come over to help?
Demon didn’t believe it, but didn’t poke Cecilia Glendon either.
“In the next month, everyone should get along well, Bonnie and Demon are your seniors, you can also ask them if you don’t understand anything.” Cecilia Glendon said to Murphy Smith three.
“Greetings, senior.” The three men bent down in unison and said politely.
They came to this play, but let Bonnie and Demon some embarrassed.
After arranging the two, Cecilia Glendon went outside to talk with Bonnie in the hallway.
“What the hell is wrong with your hand?” Bonnie asked.
Apparently, she also didn’t believe the rhetoric that Cecilia Glendon just gave.
“Someone sent me a razor blade yesterday.” Cecilia Glendon didn’t hide it, “It happened in a moment of inattention.”
“Send a razor blade?” Bonnie furrowed her brow, “Didn’t find out who did it?”
Cecilia Glendon shook her head, “No clue.”
“What kind of people are these.” Bonnie had an angry look on her face, “Could Hedy Clark have done this?”
Bonnie had heard about what Hedy Clark was doing.
If it wasn’t for Cecilia Glendon’s previous car accident that gave Hedy Clark the opportunity, she wouldn’t have been able to take Cecilia Glendon so hard.
“Not sure.” Cecilia Glendon said, “but it’s unlikely to be her.”
“How so?”
“She doesn’t have the guts.” Cecilia Glendon smiled lightly, “Hedy Clark may be trying to beat me, but she doesn’t have the guts to do a dirty trick like that.”
“I think she’s got a lot of nerve.” Bonnie grunted softly.
As a member of Cecilia Glendon’s studio, Hedy Clark used to go to Bluck’s studio. At that time, she still thought that Hedy Clark was a young person with ideas and would have achievements in the future, but she didn’t expect that he would be so unstable that he dared to dig even his own boss’s corner.
This is also Cecilia Glendon humane, otherwise there is Hedy Clark today in the design circle of prosperity ah.
“Well, enough about her.” Cecilia Glendon laughed, “With you guys gone, it’s probably going to be busy on the master’s end.”
Bonnie gave a little nod: “It’s not too busy, you know the teacher’s nature, preferring to work slowly and never rush things out.”
This is one of the aspects of Bluck that Cecilia Glendon admires.
“But I see that the teacher should be busy lately.”
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“When we came out from there, ah, a girl went to the teacher.” Bonnie pursed her lips and smiled, how could she not see that the girl’s purpose was the teacher?
When it comes to girls, Cecilia Glendon instead thinks of Helen Benson.
I think Helen Benson is the only one.
Today is the only day she has to say goodbye to Bluck.
…
Bluck Studio.
Helen Benson has been sitting in Bluck’s studio for a while now, but Bluck just keeps his head down and does his own thing, completely ignoring Helen Benson.
Even Helen Benson to his side to hang out, he just ignored, completely ignored her as if she were air.
“Master … you really don’t want to see me at all?”
Helen Benson leaned over the table, cocking her head at Bluck, with a pen on her pouting upper lip.
“Miss Benson, you’d better hurry back, I’m busy, I don’t have time for your nonsense.” Bluck said indifferently without raising his head.
Helen Benson’s pen fell off her lips: “I’m not fooling around, I just want you to have dinner with me.”
Bluck stopped the work at hand, sank a breath, and looked to Helen Benson: “No. You can go back.”
“Master you are really not a gentleman at all eh.” Helen Benson straightened his back, “Thanks to you or the British, people British so many gentlemen.”
Bluck: “I’m not British.”
Helen Benson gave a giggle: “Not British? Then what country are you from?”
Bluck: “None of your business.”