You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone - Season 2 Episode 62

The cigarette in Lucian’s hand had burned out.

He casually put the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said, “I know.”

Calista looked at him with a smirk. Though she didn’t expose him, her mocking tone was quite evident. The meal ended in this awkward atmosphere.

Then, Philip invited them to his home.

Calista declined, saying, “I’ve been on the road all day. I’d like to go back to the hotel first. I’ll visit

after I’ve paid my respects to Grandfather tomorrow.”

Gloria couldn’t let this golden opportunity slip away. Calista had given her a polite response, but

she might not visit tomorrow at all.

She would not be able to see Calista at all. Who knew if Calista would come again if she returned

to Capeton?

This matter concerned her son’s future, and she needed to keep a close eye on it.

She immediately took Calista by the arm, pulled her towards the car, and began to chastise her.

“We’re family. How can you stay in a hotel when you’re here? Although our house isn’t spacious, we can still make a room or two available. I’ll have your uncle take you to your grandfather’s grave

tomorrow.”

“There’s no need to trouble. I know where my grandfather’s grave is.”

They had a tradition in Fort City where families would visit their deceased relatives‘ graves.

“In the past two years, our family hasn’t been doing well. A fortune teller had told us that your grandfather’s grave wasn’t in an auspicious location, so we moved it. I haven’t had a chance to tell you about it. The new grave is hard to find, and there’s no name for it. We can’t even pinpoint its location. Let your uncle take you; it’ll put my mind at ease.”

That wasn’t a lie, so Gloria wasn’t worried she’d get caught. With everything said, Calista had no choice but to agree.

She turned to Paul and said, “I’ll drop you off at the hotel first, and I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”

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“If Mr. Baker doesn’t mind, you can stay at our place too. You’ve come all this way to visit, it’s quite

a hassle to stay in a hotel during the holidays,” Gloria added.

They also needed to maintain a good relationship with him. So, they all headed to Philip’s house. The ca: couldn’t accommodate everyone, so Gloria took Nicholas and hailed a taxi.

Philip’s house had four bedrooms and two living rooms. It had a simple design and had clean

colors.

After changing the sheets and covers, Gloria thoroughly cleaned the guest room and said to

Calista, “You and Lucian can stay in the larger room tonight. Mr. Baker can stay in the other one.”

Calista replied, “I can just sleep on the couch tonight.”

She was already checking for flight tickets to return to Capeton tomorrow.

Initially, she planned to stay until after the holidays as a vacation alone, but she didn’t expect to

be burdened with these two people.

At this thought, she shot a dirty look at Lucian. It was all his fault! Lucian turned his head and

happened to meet her gaze.

“Do you have a problem with me?” he asked.

“Yeah, can you be considerate and leave?” she retorted.

“I can’t, so you’ll have to bear with it,” he replied.

Calista sighed helplessly.

Gloria scolded her with a displeased look, “It’s so cold. What if you catch a cold sleeping on the

couch? You and Lucian are husband and wife; it’s only natural to sleep together.”

She hoped they would reconcile for her benefit, so they needed to sleep together.

“We’re already divorced,” Calista replied.

“You’ve slept together for three years; a day or two won’t make a difference,” Gloria insisted.

Calista sighed again. They had dinner at home, and Gloria prepared a scrumptious meal.

It got dark early in winter. Since Calista had a distant relationship with her uncle’s family, so

there wasn’t much to discuss.

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After dinner, she retreated to her room, paying no attention to whether Lucian and Paul might feel

awkward.

Her room had an attached bathroom. After taking a shower and coming out, she found Lucian sitting on the balcony sofa, engrossed in his phone.

She didn’t pay him any mind and went straight to the hairdryer.

The sound of the hairdryer echoed in the room as Calista looked at herself in the mirror, slowly drifting into thought.

She was thinking about what Gloria had said in the restaurant that day. Why did her grandfather

want her mother to have an abortion?

“Ouch!”

A tug on her scalp snapped her back to reality. Her hair was tangled into the hairdryer, and there

was a burning smell.

Calista turned off the hairdryer and tried to pull her hair free with her hand but to no avail.

She unplugged it and looked around for scissors, checking the bedside table and vanit but found nothing. She resorted to using brute force to break free.

Lucian stopped her just as she was about to pull at her hair.

“I’ll go get a pair of scissors,” Lucian said.

Calista didn’t want to trouble him.

“No need, I’ll just pull it apart. It’s fine.”

Lucian frowned, his gaze fixed on her long hair.

“Can’t you act like a woman?”

drawers,

Calista had great hair. It was smooth and glossy like silk. If she tore it, that strand of hair would become dried and curled, affecting her hair.

Unaware of his thoughts, Calista rolled her eyes as he left.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Lucian quickly returned with scissors and cut the tangled strand of hair. He then touched her

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He furrowed his brow and threw the towel she had used to dry her hair over her head.

“Dry off first. I’ll find a screwdriver to remove the hair from the hairdryer.”

Lucian went out again and returned in a few minutes with a toolbox. He lowered his head and

skillfully disassembled the hairdryer, removing the tangled hair bit by bit.

The warm, soft yellow light in the room softened his sharp features, and as he worked, his

exquisite and expensive silver cufflinks reflected a dazzling glint.

His serious look exuded a natural charm, and Calista’s gaze gradually became fixated on him. The

room was quiet, with only the faint sound of Lucian handling the hairdryer.

She felt a surreal sense of absurdity. This was a scene she never imagined, let alone believe would

happen. Lucian was helping her repair a hairdryer.

Without lifting his head, Lucian asked, “Like what you see?”

Calista couldn’t deny that he was indeed good–looking.

“My teacher has never misguided me.”

“Hmm?”

Lucian raised an eyebrow.

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“Things that look good are poisonous,” she suddenly adopted a colder tone and stood up. “Tonight,

you’ll sleep on the floor.”

Gloria had prepared two bedding sets for them, and the room had air conditioning. Fort City was

not as cold as Capeton, so one bedding set would suffice.

Lucian stared at her for a few seconds. He didn’t seem flustered, but he had no intention of

backing down.

“Not happening.”

He left the hairdryer behind and went to take a shower.

Calista resumed drying her hair, thinking about how to convince Lucian to sleep on the floor. Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She got up to answer it.

Outside the door, Paul smiled at her.

“Calista, do you need to change rooms?”