Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 225

Ethan pondered for a moment, "Should be some, but not many. I'm not sure where they are, I'll need to ask my mom or grandpa when we get home."

Ines' eyes lit up instantly, grabbing Ethan and heading home, "Let's hurry and check then."

By the time they arrived home, Trenton was already back. Seeing them rushing in, he thought something happened, "Why are you back? Where's your mom? Didn't she go out with you?"

Ines' face changed, awkwardly explaining, "Oops, I might have forgotten about her."

Trenton chuckled, "No worries, she will find her way back if she can't find you."

Ethan added, "Mom's probably chatting with her friends. She knows I went to find you, so don't worry about her."

Ethan had someone fetch the family albums. Holding an album, Ines pulled Ethan into the bedroom with a satisfied look.

The Meyer family seemed to take a family portrait every year. Ines slowly flipped through the album, her attention caught by two little boys, they were Beasley and Ethan.

Both of them had very delicate features, both dressed in little camo outfits, both smiling, almost indistinguishable from each other.

Ines couldn't help but marvel, they used to look so alike when they were little, even more so than now.

Ethan smirked, "Mrs. Galeana, now's the test, let's see if you can recognize your own husband."

Ines pretended to scrutinize the photo, then looked at Ethan, finally saying hesitantly, "They look so much alike, I can't tell. Is it this one? I think he looks slightly more handsome than the other boy."

Ethan didn't respond, Ines saw his face suddenly darken, and she laughed teasingly, "Mr. Meyer, did I get it wrong? Is it not this one, but this one?" Ines pointed at the photo, without waiting for Ethan's reply, she mumbled, "This one looks quite alike too, but a bit uglier, not as handsome as the one on the left."

Ethan didn't want to entertain Ines anymore. She actually called him ugly!

"But can't help it, I seem to have a natural problem with my eyes, I actually like the uglier one." Ines mumbled quietly.

Ethan couldn't help but pinch her nose hard, "You mischievous girl, how dare you talk about your husband like that." Ines giggled and snuggled into Ethan's arms, "I was just joking, why are you mad? I could tell which one was you right away, you're the one on the right. You and Beasley have different characters, so even though you're both smiling, the feeling is different. Beasley's smile seemed forced, yours is gentle. And didn't you notice? When you smile, your right eyebrow lifts slightly."

Ethan looked at the two people in the photo in confusion, he found that when he smiles, his right eyebrow does lift slightly. He never noticed this detailbefore, and no one around him had ever pointed it out.

Ethan's mood instantly improved, "Izzy, when did you notice this detail?"

Ines smiled faintly, after thinking for a moment, she said earnestly, "I'm not sure, it just came to me when I saw your photo."

Ethan's face changed slightly, he looked at Ines, seeming a bit unsatisfied, "Izzy, your answer is too perfunctory, you can't even remember."

Ines shifted slightly, "I really don't know, it just came to me when I saw your photo." This feeling was strange, it seemed like she knew it all along, but when did she find out, she couldn't say.

Ethan didn't press further when he heard what Ines said.

Ines continued flipping through the photos. She was attracted by one handsome photo of Ethan after another, the smile on her lips getting wider, "Never thought Mr. Meyer would be this handsome since he was little."

"Of course." Ethan said.

Ines giggled, then continued flipping. After they turned 12, there were basically no more photos of Ethan, replaced by Ashley's baby photos.

"Why are all the photos of Ashley?" Ines asked in confusion.

"Obviously, grandpa favors Ashley, after her birth, Beasley and my status were threatened." Ethan said.

Ines looked at Ethan seriously, "I think it might be because you and Beasley didn't like taking photos." She deduced, they should be in junior high at the age of twelve, with their personalities, and they probably didn't often have photo opportunities.

Ethan's face showed an embarrassed expression when Ines saw through him. Ines smiled and continued flipping through the photos, finally seeing a photo of the two brothers, one in military uniform, the other in a neat suit. They no longer looked alike as they did when they were little.

No, their faces were still very similar, but their personality had clearly differed.

"This is the last photo my brother and I took together, he just got promoted to colonel, and I started to take over the family business and gradually got on track. This photo was taken by our uncle during the New Year, we just returned home from outside and didn't have time to change." Ethan explained. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Ines gently tugged Ethan's hand, Ethan rubbed his chin on her face, "I'm fine."

"That's good, I believe our child will be as outstanding as you and Beasley." Ines smiled and said.

"Now I feel, we really don't have many photos together." Ethan said.

Upon hearing this, Ines felt a bit unhappy, she said, "Ethan, that guy called me this afternoon, as soon as he opened his mouth he was interrogative, as if I stole something precious from him. He even threatened me, saying if I don't return the album, he will come and get it himself. The person in the photo is me, why do I have to give him the photos?"

Ethan looked down at Ines in his arms, her small mouth pouting slightly, her nose wrinkled, she was clearly annoyed.

Ethan shook his head. People always said there was not so much hatred and resentment between parents and children, this saying was absolutely right. From Ines' condition, her inner resentment had quietly disappeared, it was just that she was not willing to admit it.

"Yeah, that's right. We don't plan to give it back at all. The thing is originally yours. If he really comes to get it, we'll see how Ms. Ines is feeling," Ethan said. Hearing Ethan tease her, Ines couldn't help but shoot him a dirty look.