Chapter 1562 The Distance Between Her and Him Is So Long...

And Lydia Brooke’s eyes turned to the outside of the window, gazing at the bustling city with a sense of distraction.

There really is a difference.

No matter how high she climbs, she still isn’t worth a glance in his presence. The matters she has struggled to settle for so long, he can resolve with just a word, and that’s the difference.

Reluctant to admit it, yet having to, the distance between her and him is so vast...

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The car drove to a picturesque wellness valley outside the suburb, where there were few people, but consumption was more expensive than in the City C Center. The air quality was exceptionally good, neither cold nor hot, very comfortable.

The wellness valley was located at the base between two mountains, and it featured facilities like tennis courts, basketball courts, with pavilions and stone tables and benches built by the creek beside the mountain, perfect for drinking natural spring water while barbecuing, extremely leisurely.

Jorge Saxton took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started playing basketball with Derek Brooke.

Lydia Brooke prepared barbecue with Iris Seys, watching the large and small figures on the sports field, her eyes becoming extremely deep.

With a smooth and swift motion, Jorge Saxton effortlessly shot the ball into the hoop, this man in the sunlight is so dazzling, just like before when they went out for dinner together, there were always girls coming up to chat.

Though she hated Jorge Saxton, she couldn’t deny his excellence. No matter now or then, he always stood out among the crowd.

"Aunt Lydia, your chicken wings are burnt," Iris Seys reminded.

Lydia Brooke came to her senses and immediately plated the chicken wings.

Looking at the charred chicken wings, Iris Seys asked, "Aunt Lydia, how can we still eat these?"

Just as Lydia Brooke was about to answer, Jorge Saxton came over during a break, "Are they ready yet? I’m a little hungry."

"Chicken wings, do you want?" Lydia Brooke instinctively responded and handed over the burnt chicken wings.

Without batting an eye, Jorge Saxton took the chicken wings and started eating, without even a frown at their burnt state.

"Slow down, they’re very hot."

When Lydia Brooke spoke these words, Jorge Saxton paused his chewing slightly, his gaze warm and deep as he looked at Lydia.

Lydia also realized she was too concerned about Jorge just now and quickly concealed her emotions, nonchalantly continuing to barbecue.

Jorge silently watched her, his gaze unwavering.

"Uncle, the chicken wings are burnt..." Iris Seys reminded.

Jorge Saxton moved his gaze from Lydia Brooke to the charred chicken wings, then chuckled lightly and said, "Anything she barbecues rarely isn’t burnt, I’m used to it."

After speaking, Jorge took a sip of water and returned to the sports field to sweat.

Iris Seys turned her gaze to Lydia Brooke, somewhat surprised, "Aunt Lydia, why do you and my uncle seem so familiar, like old friends... No, not just that, you seem to get along as seamlessly as my parents do. This isn’t the rapport typical friends can achieve."

Lydia Brooke flipped the items on the grill, pursed her lips, her fingers somewhat stiff.

Used to it—

The three words he said just now instantly made her lost in thought, lightly sarcastic, making her feel transported back to those years together.

In those years, Lydia Brooke and Jorge Saxton, two people, two names never separated...

—————— Memory Divider —————

At that time, Jorge Saxton was in his youthful prime when Summit International, formed with Jose Floyd, was still in its infancy.

Back then, Jorge was exceedingly vigorous and full of youthful arrogance, carrying an air of indomitable spirit, filled with youthful exuberance.