I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 813

Chapter 813 I Enjoy Having Fun

On the phone, Linda asked, "What's wrong?"

Zoe paused for a few seconds before responding, "Nothing. Thanks."

After hanging up the phone, she turned on the computer and started organizing her photos.

She originally wanted to ask Linda how she got her phone number, but it seemed like she was asking for no reason.

After selecting a few of her favorite photos and sending them over, Zoe shut her computer down and went into the bathroom.

Even after taking a shower, she still couldn't fall asleep. She tidied up the room and not long after, a faint light could be seen from the windows.

She sat in front of the computer and started working on the unfinished pictures.

When she finally came into contact with the outside world again, she heard a knock on the door.

Leanna thought Zoe was still sleeping when she left in the morning, so she didn't wake her up. But she couldn't let her friend sleep in all day, so she ordered lunch for her.

Zoe took the food from the deliveryman and sent a message to Leanna while sitting down.

When her gaze fell on the time displayed on the computer screensaver, her eyes widened.

D*mn! It's almost twelve!

Her flight was at 2.00PM!

Zoe quickly finished her lunch and tied her hair up into a bun. She didn't even have time to pack her clothes, so she hurriedly grabbed a few pieces of clothing from the suitcase she brought back from Lachstein and rushed out. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

By the time she arrived at the airport, it was already slightly past 1.00PM.

She ran throughout the entire check-in process, from checking in her luggage to going through security.

Finally, just before the plane took off, she managed to get on board.

As the plane taxied, Zoe sent a message to her mother and turned off her phone before leaning against the window.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of sleep during the past few days, and the stress she had received due to overtime work, she finally felt the pull of sleep.

Eventually, she fell asleep and woke up when the plane landed.

Highside was only three hours away from her home.

After getting off the plane, Zoe yawned as she walked out, turning on her phone and listening to the voice message her mother had sent.

'Why are you back so early? You should have told us earlier. Your father and I were planning to come to Highside to see you in a few days, but since you're on the plane now, you should be able to make it for dinner when you arrive, right? What do you want to eat? I'll ask your dad to get groceries so I can make what you're craving.'

Zoe responded to the voice message, 'Mom, I just got off the plane. I'll eat whatever.'

After thinking for a moment, she added, 'Have you been in contact with Mr. Powell recently? Can you invite him over for dinner tonight? I have a favor to ask of him.'

Not long after she sent the voice message, her mother called, "Why are you looking for Mr. Powell?

Zoe hailed a taxi while replying, "There's just something I want to ask him. I'll tell you in detail when I get back."

"Your father was playing chess with him yesterday. Mr. Powell is on the night shift today, so he can't come for dinner. If you need anything, just look for him at the hospital tomorrow."

"Okay, got it."

Her mother continued, "Now that you're back, there's a young man in our neighborhood who is a university lecturer. His work ends early and will be free for dinner this evening. How about inviting him over?"

Zoe was speechless at that.

"If that's the case, I'll get a return ticket right now."

"Fine. If you don't want to invite him, then don't. I made your favorite spicy beef stew. Come back as soon as you can and don't waste time on the road."

"Alright. I'm already in the car. I'll talk to you later, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Zoe let out a long sigh.

She had a bad omen about this trip back home.

Perhaps she should get her business done and leave right away.

There was some traffic on the way home, so Zoe arrived at her house at 7.00PM.

She opened the door and greeted her parents. "Mom, Dad, I'm ba—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a stranger standing in front of her.

The man was about five feet seven, and it was hard to tell what his figure was like. He merely looked honest and innocent.

Zoe asked, "Who are—"

The man greeted her, "Hello, I'm Rowan Madden. You must be Madam Smith's daughter."

Zoe's lips twitched as she nodded in response. "Hello."

Just then, her mother came out of the kitchen and said, "You're back, Zoe! This is Rowan. He's such a sweetheart. I was at the supermarket earlier carrying so many things, and he offered to carry all of them without saying a word. If it weren't for him, my legs would have given out on me."

She then said to Rowan, "Rowan, thank you for today. Stay for dinner and have a taste of my cooking!"

Before Rowan could answer, Zoe immediately said, "My mom isn't the best cook out there, so I think you shouldn't taste it unless you want a stomachache."

Rowan took the hint that he shouldn't stay any longer. "I'll be taking my leave, then, Madam Smith."

As he left, he nodded to Zoe.

Zoe saw him off at the door. "Thank you for today. You've been a great help."

After closing the door, her mother huffed, "Why did you say that about me?"

Zoe retorted, "Why are you blaming me? I told you not to set me up or whatever, but you insisted…"

"Alright, fine. Why are you making such a fuss? I'm doing this all for your sake. Rowan is a nice guy, and his parents live in our neighborhood, so we know pretty much about him. Besides, he's a university lecturer. It's a stable job. What about him is not good enough for you?"

Zoe nearly choked and remained speechless.

Is this about being good enough or not?

At this moment, her father came over from the living room and said to Sheila, "Why are you arguing with her as soon as she comes back? The stew is still on the stove. Are you just going to ignore it?"

Sheila snapped back to reality and hurriedly ran off to the kitchen. "My stew!"

Her father pulled Zoe over and persuaded her, "Don't argue with your mother. Anyone at her age is eager to have grandchildren when their children aren't seeing someone yet."

At the mention of that, Zoe remained silent for a moment before replying, "If she really likes children that much, why don't I just adopt one?"

Her father patted her shoulder, "Why are you talking nonsense? I'm not rushing you anyway, but if there's someone suitable out there, you should try to get to know them. We've done some background research on Rowan. He had only one girlfriend before, and he doesn't have any bad records. He's an honest person and gives all his money to his mother. He stays at home during his days off and doesn't go out and have fun."

"But I like to go out and have fun."

Her father was at a loss for words.

Sitting on the couch, Zoe reassured him, "Don't worry about me anymore. I know what I want."

After some time, her father uttered again, "Anyway, if you don't like Rowan, then we'll look for someone else. Tell me, what type of guy do you like?"

Zoe picked up an orange from the coffee table and peeled it while answering him casually, "I like someone who is handsome, has musical talent, and preferably mixed-race. That way, our baby will come out adorable!"