After finishing the hot pot, I felt warm all over my body. Plus, Ruben was very talkative, so the atmosphere was very pleasant.
Later, I drove to Ogeham Park. It is the largest park in Aroma City. Inside, there is a huge artificial lake. It looks beautiful in the summer when it is filled with blooming lotus flowers. In the winter, the lake freezes over. Birds would perch on the ice. People who come to visit would buy some bread, crumble it, and throw it down for the birds to peck at.
Ruben also bought two breads and gave me one. "Sylvia, you also feed them."
"Okay." I opened the bread, crushed it with my hand, and threw it towards the lake. Immediately, several birds came forward to peck at it. Their wings flapped vigorously. The scene was lively.
After the two of us finished feeding the bread, we took a walk in the park. I rarely go out for a walk and play, but despite the cold weather, I was quite happy.
Finally, we arrived at the foot of Mooree Mountain. The stone steps were relatively clean. The snow on them had been trampled by the hikers.
While climbing the mountain, Ruben suddenly brought up Emilia to me. "I heard she brought a man to meet her parents, but it wasn't your husband," he said.
This sentence is so ironic. I stopped to catch my breath and replied, "I know, later Frederic went to look for her. I happened to be at her house at that time."
"Are you at her house??" Ruben was very surprised.
"Yeah, her mother used to work as a maid in my house. She was quite friendly and made some nutritional supplements for me, so I used to take them," I casually talked about these things.
Ruben nodded and continued climbing the mountain in silence.
When we reached the top of the mountain, I was already sweating profusely. After taking off my jacket, the cold wind made me feel very refreshed.
I looked down at the snowy scenery of Mooree Mountain. It was truly beautiful. Aroma City at the foot of the mountain looked like a world of ice and snow. In the clear sunlight, the city shimmered with radiance.
"Sylvia, let me take a few photos for you," Ruben said as he put down his backpack and handed me Gigi. "How about taking a few shots while holding it?"
I leaned against the railing and took Gigi from him, smiling. "Okay, let's take it like this."
Ruben had excellent photography skills. I had seen the photos he took of Emilia on his Timeline before. After taking about ten shots in a row, he said, "Alright. Come and take a look."
I walked over and started carefully selecting beautiful photos. It wasn't until someone stood in front of us that I looked up.
Tristan appeared before me like a ghost. Not far behind him, there was a group of his colleagues. They were quietly sneaking glances in this direction.
"Tristan, what are you doing here?" I never expected to meet him here.
"Our company went on a mountain climbing team-building activity at the end of the year." Tristan didn't look at me, but instead looked at Ruben. "Are you dating Emilia's ex-boyfriend again?"
This person now speaks more and more rudely. What's wrong with him?
Ruben's face also slightly changed. He looked at Tristan with a hostile gaze. The young man had an even bigger temper and couldn't stand sarcastic remarks.
"Ruben and I are also friends. It's normal for us to go hiking together. He had already broken up with Emilia for some time. You don't have to address him like that," I said, looking at Tristan with some annoyance. "Let me reintroduce him to you, his name is Ruben."
"Did you divorce Frederic?" Tristan didn't show much displeasure towards me, instead he asked me in return.
I get angry when I talk about this matter. And Ruben is also aware of it. I don't need to beat around the bush, so I vent my dissatisfaction straightforwardly. "Why are you asking me about this matter? I have drafted three or four divorce agreements. He refuses to sign. Didn't I ask you to persuade him to divorce me before? Why don't you go and persuade him?"
Ruben glanced at me in astonishment again. He probably didn't expect me to not treat him as a stranger.
Remembering Frederic's angry look when he rushed to the Farrington family, I felt no nostalgia at all.
"Sylvia, don't be angry. Anger hurts the body," Ruben said, quickly comforting me.