Chapter 1145


    "Hasn''t he gotten himself into enough scrapes?" Angelina said with a sigh. She knew him better than


    anyone else.


    "I have a n to test whether their feelings are genuine. You go ahead and mingle with the guests. I''ll


    take care of things in the kitchen," Beatrice suddenly had a sh of inspiration. She gently pushed


    Angelina''s arm, assuring her with a nod.


    "Do you really have a way?" Angelina couldn''t quite believe it.


    "Just trust me and go. The meal will be ready soon," Beatrice said with a hint of mystery in her voice.


    Angelina could just leave the kitchen.


    About forty minutester, the dining table wasden with an array of delectable dishes, with a focus on


    seafood.


    Hertha was summoned to sit at the table with ric by her side, which was a picture of a young couple


    meeting the family.


    Beatrice was the epitome of warmth and politeness as she served Hertha, saying, "Hertha, you must


    be starving. Help yourself to plenty."


    Hertha gratefully epted the servings Beatrice offered her, along with a small bowl of soup, and said


    politely, "That’s very kind of you, Mr. and Mrs. Falconer."


    Beatrice nodded affectionately, thendled another bowl of soup for ric.


    For Hertha, it was aforting bowl of chicken soup, and for ric, it was a tangy seafood bisque.


    "Hertha enjoys seafood, so we’ll swap." ric, wincing at the fishy smell, was about to swap bowls.


    But before he could act, Beatrice interjected sternly, "I made that especially for you. Drink it up. No


    swapping."


    ric''s hand, poised to exchange the bowls, froze at his grandmother''s unexpected severity.


    Hertha interpreted this as Beatrice''s special love for ric; the soup must be nutritious, a health


    booster meant just for him. To waste it would be a shame.


    She quicklyughed it off, "Go on, drink it. That''s your grandma''s love in a bowl. I''ve got my own soup


    right here."


    "Yes, Hertha is such a considerate girl," Beatrice said, her smile returning.


    Not wanting to make a fuss over soup, ric downed the seafood bisque.


    Watching him finish, Beatrice encouraged Hertha, "Now you, dear. We whipped this up just for you."


    Hertha nodded andplied with Grandma''s kindness, sipping the soup.


    After enjoying more of the meal, as the evening wore on, Hertha began to feel a bit off. Her body


    seemed to grow increasingly hot with sweat drenched her back. It was just too hot there.


    "I should head back and take a shower to cool down a bit," she thought.


    Announcing her departure, she said, "It''s gettingte. I should be going. I''ll take my leave now, Mr. and


    Mrs. Falconer."


    "Oh, I couldn''t possibly impose..." Hertha demurred.


    Hertha found herself at a loss for words to refuse.


    ric tugged at his tie, feeling the heat as well. His body was ufortably warm. "The living room is


    indeed too warm. I''ll go up to my room for a shower. Grandma, please look after Hertha for me."


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    "Of course, go on. I''ll take good care of her," Beatrice said, her smile tender and grandmotherly.


    The maid arrived and announced the guest room was prepared.


    "Hertha, let me show you to your room. Have a nice shower and get some rest," Beatrice suggested.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.