Sure! Here’s your text adapted into a Western-style English novel scene. I replaced the Chinese cultural elements with suitable Western equivalents and made the dialogue and narration natural, lively, and idiomatic for a native English- speaking audience:
Alright. Thanks for your help, David.
Just doing my job.
After seeing David off, Rebecca White turned and headed inside. She’d barely stepped into the foyer when her phone buzzed.
It was Eddy-again. They’d only just seen each other earlier today.
Hey, Eddy? Rebecca answered, puzzled. What’s up?
Rebecca. I’m outside Rosewood Manor, but I can’t get in… I really need to talk to you.
What?
Rebecca spun around, glancing toward the front door.
He was here? At her place?
How did you even-?
How did he know where she lived?
I’m sorry, Eddy said, sounding sheepish. I… kind of followed you.
Excuse me? Rebecca’s brow furrowed; she was definitely not pleased. Why would you do that?
Eddy rushed to explain, After we met this afternoon, you left so quickly-I didn’t get a chance to say what I needed to. Your mom asked me to drop something off for you, so I brought it over.
Just to give her something from her mom?
Did he really have to follow her for that?
A second’s thought told her he must’ve started tailing her right from the fried chicken place.
Still, if it was from her mom, she had to go get it.
Fine. Wait there.
Rebecca’s reply was curt. I’ll come out and get it.
Okay, Eddy answered, sounding resigned.
Rebecca stood in the foyer for a second, then walked out without even bothering
to change her shoes. She jogged to the gate at the end of the drive, where Eddy’s car was parked by the curb.
He stuck his arm out the window and waved. Rebecca! Over here!
Yeah.
Rebecca nodded briskly and hurried over, holding out her hand. Thanks for bringing this.
Hold on a sec.
Eddy blinked, then popped the trunk and pulled out a grocery bag. He handed it over. Here you go.
Thanks. Rebecca took the bag, glancing inside. If that’s all, I’ll just—”
Rebecca! Eddy blurted, a little too urgently, cutting her off.
I know I shouldn’t have followed
you. That was messed up. But I’m
not just here to deliver your mom’s stuff There’s something I need to say.
BUMS
What is it? Rebecca couldn’t imagine what he had left to say to her.
Eddy looked around, lowering his voice. Can we maybe talk in the car? It’s kind of awkward out here.
No. Rebecca’s tone was firm, and she shook her head. We can talk right here.
She wasn’t about to get into his car. Not after everything.
Seeing how guarded she was, Eddy’s face fell even more. He gave a bitter little smile, as if he knew he’d brought this on himself.
Alright. Here goes, then.
He took a deep breath. Rebecca, I’m sorry. I owe you an apology-
Rebecca raised an eyebrow, shaking her head. We’re already divorced Eddy You really don’t need
apologizing about the
No, it’s not that, Eddy said quickly. There’s… something I never told you. I came
here today because I need to come clean.
Rebecca blinked, taken aback. What could possibly be so serious that he was using words like ‘come clean’?
Go on, she said.
Okay…
Eddy ran his tongue over his lips, clearly nervous. That kid you were with today—
he’s yours and Mr. Johnson’s, right?
Rebecca went quiet for a moment, then nodded. Yes.
You got pregnant that night—the night we got married?
A sharp pain stabbed at Rebecca’s heart. She shot back, What else would you
think?
Did he really believe she’d cheated on him with Francis?
I thought so…
Eddy looked straight at her, his
expression somber. Rebecca, I’m sorry. Phave to tell you the truth. The
night
e got married… I was with
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