Chapter 282 Don't Make Fruitless Efforts

What could be seen in Rose's eyes now was indifference and determination and she didn't want to
accept any of Sky's kindness at all. Even if she had once been his little spoony girl, her resolve stayed
still.

She'd seen through everything to let all the past and missed gone. There was nothing to regret or
lament, as it wouldn't make any difference to do that.

They were supposed to keep such status and distance and it would be better for both of them.

After observing the earnestness in Rose' eyes and listening to the determination in her words, Sky
clearly felt that his faint hope was fading away, being anxious and painful.

"Rose, why? I just want a chance to make up for you? Is it that hard?" Sky still tried hard to ask for a
chance, while she still stood aloof, which made her request unacceptable for him.

"I've already asked you to get out of my life and this is the acceptance that I've given to you." Rose,
again, stressed her thought, "And stop making any fruitless efforts."

"Perhaps it makes no sense for you, but for me, it does." Sky remained stubborn to insist on his idea,
"You're my lifesaver and I should return with much favor. If it were not for your sacrifice, I would not be
as healthy as I am. You give this life to me."

"Though I can't do what you ask, I will try my best not to bother you. But I won't give up what I'm
supposed to do. Your rejection doesn't represent my returns. Rose, those things that are meaningless
for you are my reason to live on."

Sky's clear words of sincerity showed his firm determination, despite her rejection.

He would only do what he needed to do silently to make up for her.



Rose was annoyed and slightly frowned at him, "Mr. Tanner, why? You don't owe me anything. You
should remember that you also saved my life when we were young, so I did the same to you five years
ago to thank you for your kind deeds."

"So we've been even a long time ago and don't owe each other. You don't need to be stressful to have
such thought. That's what I want to say and I have no more words for you, so Mr. Tanner, behave
yourself."

"Rose, I—" Sky was interrupted by someone who said, "Who are you?"

Sky looked at the person who dressed up as a local. Because of his farming in the fields under the
exposure to the weather, the man looked suntanned, with his special image of a rough and strong
farmer.

"Rose, this is one of the chickens I have raised. I captured one for you and Mr. Wilfred." Rose had no
idea how many times Dudley Jonsen had come to the Young Family.

In the last few days, he would always make some excuses to look for her, while she found no chemistry
between them.

"Dudley, we also have some here, so just keep it for yourself." Rose found it really hard to resist his
passionate reception.

"Mine is different from Mr. Wilfred's. No need to treat me with politeness." Dudley carried the chicken
and showed it to Rose, "Just take it."

"I don't, but we still have some here..." Dudley interrupted Rose again, "Mr. Wilfred is getting older and
you look so thin and weak and you even need to take care of a little child...You don't know how to kill
the chicken. I'll help you do that before I leave."



"Dudley, don't bother." But he still did it on his own way in disregard of her rejection.

He passed by Rose and Sky, pushed the door and went in.

Rose frowned, following him to enter the house. Sky noticed her displeasure and followed as well.

Dudley took the chicken to the manual well and told Rose who was following him, "Rose, take a cook
chopper and a basin, and a kettle of boiled water as well."

"Just put the chicken there and I can kill it myself." Sky voluntarily offered himself, wondering to help
Rose to solve the problem.

His words were doubted by the other two and they simultaneously asked him in reply, "Can you?"

But Rose regretted asking the question and realized Sky's kindness to help her turn Dudley away.

Indeed, she disliked Dudley very much, not because of his identification of a villager but of her intuition.

After being informed that she would come back here, to put it mildly, Dudley came to visit her every
day. Actually, he was just a stalker.

He always showed his affection to her in his words indirectly. As he didn't make it clear, Rose could not
flatter herself to turn him down.

She also made it clear to him that she was married and had a daughter, but he seemed to care about
nothing and didn't believe what she said, as he didn't see her husband.

It really drove her crazy. Even if being a woman of culture, she really wanted to kick him out of this
world.

"It's easy." Sky passed his backpack and club bag to Rose and said, "Help me take these."



Rose took the bags and looked at Sky who was putting off his coat, unbuttoning the sleeves and
showing his strong forearms. However, his forearms were not as strong and dark as Dudley's, making
Sky a toy boy in front of him.

Actually in Dudley's eyes, Sky was indeed a toy boy, and that was why he was scornful of this weak
man.

"Look at you, pretty fair-skinned. And you are even in this white shirt. Do you city-dweller really know
how to kill a chicken? I really want to see." Dudley was sneering, being ready to enjoy a play.

Rose looked at Sky worriedly and what he was wearing was out of place, let alone his noble and
outstanding figure. It was really hard to imagine such a man to hold up a cook chopper to kill a
chicken...

"You haven't seen me do it, of course you don't know I can. I will show you today." Sky observed her
worry in her eyes.

Rose thought Sky was pretending to be competent, but she couldn't expose his thought and said, "Wait
for a second, I fetch you an apron to protect you from the blood."

Rose turned around to the house, putting his bags on the bench in the living room.

And then she came back with an apron, together with Wilfred and Doris.

"Dudley, he's my granddaughter's husband, be nice to him." Wilfred was on Sky's side, "The supper
has not been prepared, so we may not invite you to stay here. And you'd better take this chicken back
in case that your mom is looking for you."

"Mr. Wilfred, then I can kill this chicken to make a good dish and we can enjoy together." Dudley
responded quickly.




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