Chapter 237

Then, I said, "You are his soft spot." "Bingo." Sol put on a smiling face again. Then, he said to the bodyguards not far away, "Fetch the cherry jam from Phoenix Village, please." "Jam?" I was surprised. "Was it made by Uncle and Rose that day?" "Yes!" Sol said. I became thrilled, "Rose, please bring me some bread, the soft ones." "No, I brought your favorite, croissants." Sol stopped me with a grin. "Really?" This was Sol. He was like the spring, steady and powerful. From little, he had been good and considerate to me. I remembered that I had often waited for him at the door of my house for the delicious food he brought me after school. The reward was one piece of bread or beef jerky. In short, Sol was the one who had broadened my horizon with his knowledge and stuff. Soon, the bodyguard reappeared with a picnic basket in his hand. Then, he took all the stuff out of the basket. There were two cans of jam, a small box of croissants, and some toasts. They were what I liked. Happy, I wal