My Supermodel Wife

Enrico trembled for a moment, then he turned around very slowly.

Under the dim light, he opened his wounded eyelids and looked at the gentleman who was walking towards him.

He hadn't seen him for several years. He was no longer weak or pale, and his soul had become more restrained.

The boy had grown up into a mature and stable person, and the only thing that overlapped with his memories were the deep pupils of his eyes.

Enrico raised his sleeve, exposing the palm of his left hand that had been cut off with the two remaining fingers.

He wiped his eyes, trying to make a voice out of his throat, and waved at the man.

Jean stepped on the fallen leaves, standing straight in front of the old man who was much taller than him.

Uncle Enrico reached out and patted his arm twice, then squeezed his strong muscles and nodded.

Even though he couldn't say anything, his joy was beyond words.

The man stood in front of him, letting the old man touch him.

This was probably the only way Uncle Enrico could show his emotions.

He squeezed Jean's shoulder hard, and his eyes continued to blink, showing compassion and restraint.

The man stepped forward, politely bent down to embrace him and said apologetically, "Sorry, Uncle Enrico, I came home late."

When he left that year, he didn't say goodbye to Enrico.

Of all the people at Parma, the person Jean cared the most was probably Enrico.

This type of sentiment is very strange. He was definitely the least conspicuous person here.

Even his flaws and appearance often scare many people.

However, when Jean was still trying to recover from his illness, he had an inexplicable closeness to Uncle Enrico.

It was an unspeakable feeling.

Now he came back and saw the butterfly garden. Remembering how Uncle Enrico looked like when he was holding the butterfly in front of him, a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

The old man then returned his hand and hugged Jean tightly, but it was only a second before he let go.

His throat tried to move, but Jean seemed to understand what the old man was trying to say. "My wife, have you seen her?"

Enrico nodded, his eyes looking warm.

"Do you like her?"

Uncle Enrico nodded again, making a gesture that he approved of the couple.

Jean pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth were colored with a smile.

Enrico saw Lilia as a kind person.

In the bamboo forest, he kept making gestures with his hands. He seemed to believe that humans could understand and he never got bored.

A few minutes later, he remembered something and happily turned towards the butterfly garden.

In the middle of the way, since he was moving too fast, his body tilted and almost fell.

The man stepped forward to support him. "Uncle, walk slowly, okay? Don't be in a hurry."

He took a deep glance at Jean, then pinched his wrists with two fingers of his left hand. Then they walked to the butterfly garden side by side.

The distance wasn't too long, but Uncle Enrico was rushing along.

He led Jean to the butterfly garden and stopped in front of a small wooden house where butterflies were raised. He pointed inside then pointed at Jean.

The man bowed slightly, and in his clear view, there was a rare owl butterfly in the little wooden house.

"Uh, uh ..."

Uncle Enrico seemed to want to speak, he rarely uttered a few notes.

The man looked at the owl butterfly, and his calm eyes rippled.

That year, he started observing lots of butterflies when he saw them.

The spots on the wings, like the eyes of an owl, caught his attention at first glance.

He heard that Uncle Enrico had kept many butterflies like that for him over the years.

"Uncle, thank you for your hard work!"

Hearing his voice, Enrico continued to wave, then wiped his eyes again and paced slowly around the butterfly garden.

The man stood there looking at his reeling back and the grateful look in his eyes.

After that, he spent a long time with Enrico in the garden. Often the old man gestured with his hands while Jean stared at him patiently.

...

On this day, Lilia and Jean left around 2 pm after having lunch at the mayor's house.

Alice was very reluctant. When she sent her away, she was still muttering, "Then, if you have time in the future, you should come back often! Or, I can visit you in Indonesia."

She has never explored the world so far, maybe Indonesia could be the first country she visited.

Now, she really hopes to see this island nation and see its beauty.

"Of course! If you want to come, you are always welcome!"

Lilia smiled and said goodbye to her, then she turned around and got into the car first.

She thought that Alice seemed to have something to talk about with her husband.

In front of the mansion, Alice looked carefully at Jean, and a gentle breeze bothered her hair.

She hesitated again and again. Still showing a smile on her face, she said dryly, "I don't like you anymore!"

The man looked at her with a calm expression. "Thank you!"

He thanked her! Alice couldn't help but laugh to herself. "Looks like my feelings for you are causing trouble for you, huh?"

The man did not answer, but Alice felt the other party was only agreeing.

Alice was furious and lifted her chin proudly as her hands wrapped around her chest. "Don't worry, I like Lilia more now than I like you. When I get married one day, I will definitely be the first to send you an invitation. You may not come, but I have to tell you that there are a lot of people who like me!"

The man's thin lips brought out a light smile. "Okay, I'm looking forward to it!"

Looking forward to her getting married? The audacity of this man!

Alice gritted her teeth and stared at him, and although her expression was bitter, she still showed relief in front of him after letting go.

Maybe this is the best result.

As the man got into the car, after the line of convoy slowly drifted away before his eyes, Alice's eyes turned red.

She had liked him for so many years, how could she just let him go?

But the man had a wife, so she was utterly helpless.

Alice stood there and watched the convoy for a very long time, and behind her, Uncle Enrico was also watching the convoy set off through the gap in the doorway.

There were tears in his eyes and a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Little boy, I wish you all the best in this life."

...

The next day, Lilia and Jean took Clifford and the others on a special plane to return home.

They didn't stay long in Parma, and even if they only lasted three days, they really loved the local customs here.

Jean didn't ask everyone to escort him, and only texted his brothers when the plane's doors were closed.

Parma… he will definitely come back one day.

The problems in Indonesia cannot be delayed any longer.

As the plane was waiting for the tower's instructions to depart, Clifford glanced out the window then rolled his eyes. "Young master, look!"

The man and Lilia both looked at each other, and they saw many luxury cars parked on the outskirts of the airport.

A familiar figure stood in front of each car.

They probably knew that Josh was going to be gone. They didn't say goodbye in person and were just sending him this way.

Farewell is only a promise of the next meeting.

They will eventually meet, either at home or in Parma.

Lilia looked at them, inadvertently feeling sentimental.

She turned her head to look at the man beside her and muttered softly, "Jean, your brothers are great!"

Seeing her eyes sparkling, the man took her hand and caressed it on his palm. Then he said, "They are indeed important to me. But you are the most important figure in my life!"

Lilia raised her eyes and met with the man's gentle and affectionate eyes. She smiled and said her wish.

"If possible, we'll come back together here again one day, okay?"