Chapter 2057


    Chapter 2057


    Alyssa’s words were clearly intended for Giselle’s ears.


    She knew her grandson inside out. If Balfour really had feelings for Giselle, why on earth would he


    have waited until now? The two had known each other for ages, and Balfour had always been


    lukewarm towards her, showing not the slightest hint of affection!


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    It was a pity Giselle could not see where she stood, always mooning over him like a peacock in full


    disy!


    Well, today she would get a reality check; dreaming of bing a part of the Howard family, she had


    another thinging! With a seemingly kind nce at Giselle that screamed, ‘Watch yourself, Alyssa


    protectively led Ivy away. Giselle sneakily eyed the retreating figures of the olddy and Ivy, then


    invited Balfour to join her on the couch.


    Balfour grunted an acknowledgment but did not sit beside her; instead, he chose an armchair a little


    distance away.


    Giselle was slightly miffed, but it did not matter. In the living room, it was just the two of them. What did


    a bit of distance matter? Now, without Ivy, without the old bat, it was just her and Balfour, alone atst.


    All she had to do was stir up some nostalgia to remind him of the good old days, and his fondness for


    her would surely rekindle.


    “Ivy? She’s nothing! Balfour and I are the real deal!” She said inwardly.


    With this in mind, Giselle began in a sugary voice, “Balfour, do you remember the first time we met as


    kids…”


    “Mr. Howard, this document is urgent. It needs your immediate attention.”


    Quinton appeared out of nowhere, his gaze fixed forward as he strode behind Balfour and handed him


    an iPad, interrupting Giselle’s attempt to reminisce.


    “Excuse me.”


    Balfour, sparing with his words, gave Giselle a cursory dismissal.


    Giselle immediately nodded with a smile. “I know you’re swamped with work; go ahead, I won’t…”


    “Giselle, would you please be quiet!”


    Quinton cut her off again, this time without a shred of courtesy.


    Giselle’s face soured.


    Who did Quinton think he was? A mere servant daring to interrupt her?


    Oh, once she became Mrs. Howard, he would be the first to go!


    But poor Giselle did not stop to think-if Balfour had not allowed it, would Quinton dare to treat her with


    such disrespect?


    After all, Quinton had always been nothing but respectful towards Ivy.


    In the kitchen.


    “Ivy, dear, what do you think? Should we make a fish stew or just grill it?” Alyssa inquired, not that she


    genuinely needed Ivy’s help in the kitchen. The Howards certainly did notck the means to hire help


    and chefs.