Chapter 69 Go Upstairs
Queenie looks carefully at the jewellery in front of her, and a pile of earrings caught her attention,
wondering, "Your design style..."
"Does it feel a bit like Sherry’s work?" Hannah picks up the conversation.
Queenie nods, not hiding.
"Originally, I was only an apprentice of designing, and Sherry was considered my tutor"
Thinking of the fact that Hannah is a doctor before. This span is a bit big, if there is no one to guide her,
it would be difficult to switch to this highly specialized industry by. Queenie nods thoughtfully,
convinced.
Hannah gauges Queenie''s appearance and cautiously says, "I heard that after Sherry''s ident, the
jewellery designs by Sherry was now upied, her design philosophy is different from these designers
now, and she always wanted the restoration of ssical jewellery. But because of the high level of
craftsmanship required, the average designer is simply unwilling to put in the effort, and many people
don''t understand her. "
Queenie looks at the pair of emerald earrings and looks a little trance-like, "I heard her say that as
well."
"I just joined thepany not long ago, as a small design assistant. The series of design drafts are all
derived from the inspiration of some archaeological texts that Sherry rmends to me before. Her
concept influenced me a lot."
Hannah sets a trap, waiting for Queenie to jump into it.
Hannah didn''t want to talk too much. Thinking that her assistant is a bit tricky to deal with, Hannah
takes the initiative to say that she had to leave beforehand, leaving Queenie alone to think about the
feasibility of taking up this endorsement.
When arriving home, it is already dark and the maid is preparing dinner.
"Madam is back?" As soon as the cook sees Hannah, she smiles as if relieved, "Sit down, please. You
are just in time for a hot dinner."
Hannah is stunned, "Why is there no one else?"
It''s not unusual for Zander not toe back for dinner, as this is just the right time for him to hang out,
but Hannah feels that he''s under a disguise, using it as a way to secretly n something, like nning
how to make Queenie his girlfriend or something like that.
"It’s Saturday today."
The cook''s words make Hannah think of some of the unwritten rules of this family.
Every Saturday and Sunday Lily goes out to stay with her husband, as a way to maintain the harmony
of the rtionship between husband and wife. She has to run back and forth, but she seems to enjoy it.
As for Rainy, she has been sick for several days after being rejected by Mosby. Hannah looks towards
the upstairs, automatically ignoring this sister who is trapped by love.
"Isn''t Grandpaing to dinner?"
"The senior master has taken his medicine and gone to bed early." The cook puts aside her chopsticks
and exins.
"Today''s dinner will be just for you and master Chester."
"Huh? He''s back?" Hannah is not ready for this.
The kitchen-maid nods and sends someone upstairs to call the young master down for lunch, "The
young master came back at noon and asked about where you were, but we didn’t know, so we just said
you were out ying."
In the conversation, a ''ding'' soundes from the elevator, and it is Chester who goes downstairs.
Being crippled, he goes up and down the stairs using the elevator.
Hannah has not been able to figure out why he does not just live on the first floor, so he need not go up
and down every day?
In the dinner, Chester, as usual, as if a mute, eating without speaking to anyone.
Hannah can’t stand silence, so she tries to find something to say.
"This beef stir-fry is pretty good."
"..."
"The lotus chips are refreshing."
"..."
"This fish soup stew is snowy white and nourishing to look at."
"..."
Hannah has been so full after hours ofmenting, but Chester doesn’t seem so keen to join her. With
an air of indifference, he drinks his soup without uttering one word.
The servants are watching, which would be fine if it was, as usual, whole dining together, where
Hannah can bury the truth under the noise of everyone’s talking and eating. But now it is just the two.
The awkwardness is palpable to anyone.
Hannah feels that she couldn''t just stand by and watch the image of a “loved couple” that she works so
hard to construct get ruined like this, so she takes the initiative and serves a bowl of fish soup to
Chester.
"This fish soup is really good. Try it."
Chester doesn''t even look at her, his chopsticks moving to the te of the vegetables.
Inside the living room behind her hase the whispers of the servants. Although she cannot hear
what they say, she can probably guess that it is about her failed attempt to win Chester’s favour.
Hannah decides to carry it through, so she smiles, "Isn''t it just because I''ve been so busy since I went
to work that I never have time for you? Are you so angry with me?"
Chester''s chopsticks are trembling slightly.
"I was going to tell you today about my outings, but you didn''te backst night, and you don''t use
your phone much. Nine out of ten of your phone calls are answered by Clement. It is better not to let
others know too much about us."
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Chester''s chopsticks in his hands fiercely tremble, the cabbage leaf falling back inside the te.
He slowly raises his head and looks at Hannah, as if he was trying to hold back something.
Seeing this, Hannah let out a whiny voice, trying to win him over, "Okay, okay, I''ll tell you next time I go
out, okay? There''s someone else in the house, so don''t make a fool of yourself, okay?"
Those two ''okay'' causes the muscles in Chester''s cheeks to tremble slightly.
The chopsticks are put on the table with a crisp sound.
For an instant, all the tiny sounds in the house return to silence.
A long while after, Chester pushes his wheelchair away from the table.
"Go upstairs, I have something to ask you. The sunken and cold voice carries a bit of unspeakable
indignation. Chester is a person who is not very emotional, and to show such a bit of anger meant that
he is already very angry.
Hannah coughs, and pulls out a wisp of a smile, deliberately muttering with a voice that everyone could
hear, "Isn''t it just that I went out on my own without taking you with me? I''ve admitted my mistake, and
I''m still unforgiven?"
The servants inside the house look at each other as if to say that the rtionship between them is
really good.
As for the daring Lady Hannah, after speaking, she already clearly feels that she is now at gunpoint,
following Chester into the elevator with a frighten heart.
The moment the elevator door closes, she feels all over her body the suffocating feeling of being
imprisoned.