108 Welcome Back Part 2 (1/2)

Chapter 108: Welcome Back Part 2

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

”Mr. Twain, what smells good?”

”Tea… As well as….” Feeling Sophia's intent gaze at him with her head tilted, Tang En silently cleared his throat and mumbled, ”I was saying, nothing much…”

The room was dimly-lit, and there was a beautiful lady in the room. Tang En lowered his head as a form of cover-up as he tried to resist an impulse that could not be expressed with words. It was no wonder that Collymore had expressed his interest for Sophia in public. Her natural charm was indeed enough to make anyone fall for her.

”Mr. Twain?”

”Hmm?”

”What are you looking at?” Sophia smiled as she asked Tang En.

”I am… Err, I'm admiring an oil painting.”

”Oil painting?”

”Yes… Mona Lisa…”

Right after he finished his sentence, Sophia's face blushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head shyly.

Ah! Darn it! This is simply too ridiculous! Tang En silently scolded in his heart. He originally did not want to say this, but upon seeing Sophia, he suddenly lost control over his own tongue. Wood, Wood, if you don't return soon, I'll… I'll!

The creaking sound of the door opening was heard coming from downstairs.

Tang En, who had been caught in an internal struggle, finally let out a sigh of relief. He sat paralyzed on the chair. God! My back is drenched in sweat!

Following a series of hurried footsteps, Wood appeared at the door of the room. When he saw Twain, who was seated before the dining table, he was stunned.

Sophia walked up to Wood and took over the bags from her son's hands. While doing so, she asked concernedly, ”Where did you go, George? Why did you spend more than an hour… Oh!” She frowned upon smelling a strong alcoholic smell emanating from Wood. ”You went drinking, George?” Her tone became slightly sterner.

Hearing Sophia say this, Tang En turned his head and stared at Wood intently. There were no bruises or cuts on his face. Shifting his gaze slowly from top to bottom, Tang En finally saw a black mark on Wood's pants in his knee area. Although it had been repeatedly dusted off by the owner of this pair of pants, Tang En could still tell that it was definitely a shoe mark.

”No, Mom.” Wood shook his head.

Sophia had no intentions of letting Wood off the hook. She used her hands to fan the air. ”Then what is with the alcoholic smell coming from you?”

”On the way back I passed by a bar street, and met with a few drunkards. They were hard to deal with, so I spent quite some time trying to get away from them.” Wood tried his best to make himself appear as though nothing happened.

”Open your mouth, George.” Sophia made clear her intentions for Wood to open his mouth, to take a whiff of his breath.

Wood did as he was told. Sophia went close to her son's mouth and took a deep sniff with her nose. Then, she gently rubbed Wood's cheeks and said, ”Go wash your face. Look at you, full of perspiration on your face. Mr. Twain came to look for you specifically, and has waited for a very long time.”

Wood shot Twain a look, before obediently heading to the bathroom.

Sophia smiled apologetically at Tang En. Tang En shrugged his shoulders to show that he understood, and the suspicions in his heart had been confirmed. It was time to bid farewell. So, he got up and said to Sophia, ”So sorry Madam. I think I should be going. It's getting late after all.”

Hearing Tang En say this, Sophia made no attempts to cover up her disappointment, and the smile on her face disappeared. She of course knew Tang En's request was very normal, and she did not have any reason to hold a man back in her house at around 11p.m.

”What a pity, Mr. Twain,” Sophia sighed, pointing to the red tea and biscuits left untouched on the table. ”You haven't eaten anything yet.”

Actually… If not for Wood's timely return, perhaps Tang En would have stayed for the night. He saw Sophia's disappointed face, which had lost all radiance, and said consolingly, ”Madam, I think… There are plenty of opportunities like this in the future.”

Hearing Tang En word it like this, Sophia happily raised her head, with the radiance on her face restored.

At that moment, Wood emerged from the bathroom and frowned slightly. After that, he leaned against the door and looked at the two people in the room without uttering a single word.

Tang En saw him come out, immediately shifting his eyes away from Sophia's face and waved at Wood. ”George, I'm leaving. Are you not going to send me off?”

Standing outside the house, Tang En chatted with Wood casually while waiting for Landy to come and fetch him. He knew that Sophia must have been watching them from the windows on the second floor. Wood did not want his mother to worry too much and Tang En felt the same way as well.

”George, I have something to tell you.” Tang En decided to test the waters so as to confirm his guesses. ”That scoundrel who was all over your mom the other day has just been beat up by someone. Do you know who did it?” When Tang En said this, he stared intently at Wood, hoping to be able to spot some traces from his reaction.

But he was disappointed. Wood did not even bat an eyelid at that.

”I don't know.” His voice also did not have the slightest fluctuation in emotion.

This brat!

But you are too calm, to the extent that you don't seem to be hearing this news for the first time. You're still too green to be playing with me.

The suspicions in Tang En's heart were all quelled, but he did not expose Wood. He only smiled and nodded his head, ”Very well, I was worried you were the one who did it. If it's not you, then great.”

The street in front of them became lit-up by two bright, circular lights. From this, Tang En knew that the driver, Landy was there. He decided to bid farewell to Wood, but suddenly recalled something else. ”Oh, and… Hmm, I think, if there are no mishaps, perhaps from tomorrow onward, I won't be able to train with you and direct your matches anymore.”

Upon hearing Twain's words, Wood turned around and looked at him. ”Are you leaving?”

”Yes, I'm leaving.” Tang En suddenly thought of teasing this rigid child, as he nodded his head.

”Where to?”

”To the south.”