Chapter 57
As soon as I heard there was gossip, I immediately looked up at Tom.
He put the clean dishes into the cupboard, then removed his apron, revealing a white shirt and black suit trousers underneath. His black belt cinched around his waist, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow hips, with the muscles underneath his clothes subtly visible.
He exuded a masculine strength and overwhelming sensuality.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I quickly averted my gaze, realizing the kitchen space was too cramped. I hurriedly stepped out and turned to prepare
for him.
He took the tea I offered, took a sip, and then raised an eyebrow. “Did you buy new tea?”
I quickly nodded. “Yeah.”
I couldn’t let him keep drinking the cheap tea.
Tom stared at me intently, his dark eyes unusually bright, almost as if something strange flickered within them.
I felt nervous under his gaze and was about to speak when he suddenly let out a light laugh. “Do you still want to hear the gossip?”
Inodded. “What gossip?“”
He didn’t keep me in suspense. “Andrew has returned to the country for treatment. It was Victor who arranged his admission.”
I blinked in confusion. I could understand each word Tom said but didn’t quite get it when put together.
Andrew returned for treatment, and Victor arranged the admission.
He had always favored her because she was the daughter of his beloved, but I never expected that he would treat Andrew with such care.
Was this what they called “love me, love my dog“?
“Do you think Mandy wants to reconcile with Andrew?” I speculated.
She had already found out she was pregnant, and the last time she went to the hospital, it didn’t seem like she was going for an abortion. She probably wanted to keep the baby.
Now that Andrew had returned, they might get back together.
Tom simply smiled without giving me a clear answer.
I felt confused, as if he knew something else.
“Isn’t that the case?” I asked him again.
He shook his head, still smiling. “I don’t know about that.”
Since he wouldn’t say more, I didn’t press further. After all, it was just a piece of gossip about Mandy, and I didn’t care to delve into it
The room was filled with the delicate fragrance of tea. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, casting pleasant shadows and creating a cozy. and peaceful atmosphere.
But just as I was chatting with Tom, my phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
I instinctively glanced at the caller ID. It was Gavin.
Before I could react, Tom, playing with a silver lighter, suddenly flicked it open, igniting a small dark flame.
I glanced at him and quickly ended the call.
Immediatel
Gavin sent a text message. “Come down! I’m downstairs at your place!”
I frowned slightly, surprised by how persistent he was being,
I ignored him and put my phone away, thinking, “Out of sight, out of mind.”
“Is Gavin here?” Tom, having seen the text, asked in a low voice. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll leave when he gets tired.”
