Chapter 52
From the kitchen, Maeve replied a bit shyly, “I’s just a casual hobby. I’m only growing common vegetables. If you’d like, pick some, and I’ll cook them up for you to try”
Really?” Gilbert ribbed his hands together in excitement.
“Of course.
Without hesitation Gilbert zeroed in on the crisps tender lettuce. As he picked the leaves, he couldn’t help but reminisce. “My wife used to love gardening too–flowers, vegetables, you name it. But she didn’t have much of a green thumb, everything she planted would end up dying.
“Aher she passed, she left me some seeds, but I couldn’t grow them either. I just kept them as a reminder of her
Hearing his, Maeve couldn’t help but say, “You and your wife must’ve been really close.”
It was eas in tell from his tone how much he still cherished his late wife. It was the kind of love that made people envious
Before long. Maeve brought out the last dish and set it on the table.
Gilbert took a few bites, and even with his refined palate, accustomed to gourmet cuisine, he couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised by these simple come–cooked dishes
“You’ve really got soine skills, young Indy” he said, giving her a thumbs–up.
Maeve blushed and scratched her cheek. Tm glad you like it.”
As Gilbert
rt continued eating, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.
He’d been hanging around here for days, hoping to taste his future granddaughter–in–law’s cooking, yet here he was, enjoying a meal made by someone else’s daughter instead.
He wasn’t asking for much–if his future granddaughter–in–law’s cooking was even half as good as this, he’d be content. And if she were as well- mannered, kind, and sincere as Maeve, he’d be over the moon.
But he thought, “Who am I kidding! Even if such good fortune landed right in front of that stubbor grandson of mine, the boy would probably be Too indifferent to care”
“Stubborn brat, always making things tough for me,” Gilbert muttered under his breath.
“What that? Maeve asked, not quite catching his words.
“Oh, nothing. This soup your
soup you made is really delicious,” Gilbert quickly covered up.
Maeve couldn’t help but smile.
Just then, there was a faint sound of footsteps at the entrance.
A familiar cool voice called out, “Maeve, could you grab me a towel?”
Galbert thought, Byron
Surprised, Marve turned her head but didn’t notice the sudden change in Gilbert’s expression. She got up and headed to the bathroom to fetch a towel
When she reached the entrance, she found Byron standing there, his dark suit more relaxed, casual vibe than his usual polished appearance.
slightly damp from the rain and his black hair a bit wet, giving him a
Marve had gotten Card to him bringing her drinks every day, so she naturally
urally held it and a
asked, “Didn’t you bring an umbrella?”
“Here” He handed her a drink and took the towel from her hand.
The parking lot outside the apartment,
it building was uncovered, so it wasn’t surprising he’d gotten wet.
“No” Byron was drying his hair with the towel when he suddenly noticed sounds coming from inside the apartment. “Do you have a guest?”
eyes narrowed slightly.
Maeve quickly explained about the tarot reading and added, “Go change your clothes and come eat. I made a lot of food inday?
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But instead of listening. Byron walked straight toward the dining area.
He had assumed it was just some scammer trying to take advantage of Maeve’s kindness.
But what he didn’t expect was to see, sitting at the dining table… Gilbert himself.
