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Morris Cheal said rationally, Vivian Mond then turned around and walked out of the kitchen towards the stairs.
As she left the kitchen, she looked back at Morris Cheal with fondness.
Once on the second floor, Vivian Mond went back to her studies and began to concentrate on them without distractions.
A thought took root in her mind that … she wanted to work harder, to try to gain knowledge and enrich herself so that she could be worthy of him.
Not muchter, there was a knock on the door of the room, “Miss, it’s time to eat.”
Inside the room, Aidan Sabastian immediately said to Vivian Mond, “All right, this is the end of today’s study, go down to eat.”
I think Vivian Mond was hungry at that moment, so she went downstairs to watch the chef cook.
Aidan Sabastian thought Vivian Mond was hungry and didn’t force her to continue her studies.
“Okay, wait a minute. I’ll finish this line.”
Learning the Cryptguage, Vivian Mond gave her full attention to her studies, not daring to slow others down.
Morris Cheal had learned the Cryptguage in six months, and she couldn’t be very bad.
After writing thest line of Cryptic script, Vivian Mond got up and went downstairs with Aidan Sabastian.
Downstairs, a sumptuous lunch wasid out on the dining room table, and Houghton and Destinee walked in from outside.
Smelling the delicious food in the dining room, Destinee couldn’t help but exim, “It smells so good, Carl is a good cook.”
Houghton nodded, “Well, it does smell good.”
He watched Vivian Monde downstairs with gusto and a smile on his face, following the good mood, “Hahaha … don’t you see that girl is craving it.”
Vivian Mond nced at Houghton, “I’m just so hungry.”
Several other people looked at each other and smiled, and did not say much.
Walking to the dining room, washing their hands first, then taking their seats, the four sat down and prepared to eat.
At that moment, Aidan Sabastian looked into the kitchen and called out, “Carl,e and eat with me?”
“What’s the point of calling him? He’s not familiar with us, he’ll be too formal. Let’s wait until we get to know each other better.”
Vivian Mond rejects Aidan Sabastian’s offer outright.
Morris Cheal’s elegance, engraved in his bones for more than twenty years, carried an indefinable air of dignity even when he was eating.
The closer he got to them, the easier it was to reveal his identity.
Especially since Destiny and Houghton were as shrewd as they were, it would never be good for Morris Cheal once his identity was found to be suspect.
“Hey, Miss is right. I left some food in my kitchen, I’ll just eat whatever I want.”
‘Carl’ stood in the kitchen doorway, smiled nervously at Aidan Sabastian, turned and went into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
“Just follow him. Let’s eat.”
Houghton didn’t mind this little interlude and began to eat.
The lunch prepared in the morning was: stir-fried greens, pan-fried tofu, spicy squid, braised pork ribs, and fried carp.
Vivian Mond’s heart was amazed at the variety of colors and vors.
She didn’t know how much effort Morris Cheal had put in during the six months he was missing, but at this moment, besides being moved, Vivian Mond just wanted to go and give Morris Cheal a big hug.
But …
It is not the right time.
So, bury your head in your mouth and eat.
She should have had a great appetite for delicious food, but she was so stressed out that she felt like chewing wax.
For the first time, she understood that being overly pampered and sacrificed for everything would invariably bring pressure.
“By the way, Grandpa, where does Carl live now?” Aidan Sabastian suddenly asked.