Chapter 964
"Sweetheart!" Smiling, Florence pinched Andrew''s cheek before she said, "Surprise! I''m back
again!"
The atmosphere fell back to dead silence.
In fact, no one had responded to her enthusiasm.
Andrew was rubbing his cheek which she had just pinched...
Patrick was staring at Ashley''s homework...
As for Amelia, she was keeping her head buried as she tried to figure a way out from the
chessboard...
Florence was bashed with embarrassment. However, she shrugged it off by clearing her throat. She
then eximed, "Nora had sent me here to tell you guys that my big brother is back and that dinner
is ready on the table."
Andrew unconsciously moved his hand away from his face and ended up having it on his belly. He
replied, "Aunt Florence, please excuse me for a moment. I''ll return inside and let them know."
"Go ahead." Florence always found Andrew adorable, especially when he spoke like an adult
despite looking no different from any other kids.
There was no need for Andrew to remind Patrick since he already overheard the conversation
between him and Florence. Hethen said, "Ashley, we will take a break here."
She immediately threw away the pencil that she had just sharpened. In fact, she had been waiting
for the arrival of this moment ever since she was forced to solve the mathematic questions.
The pencil rolled to the edge of the table and soon fell off from it. It was at the right time that Amelia
managed to catch the pencil from falling down onto the floor.
At the sight of this, Ashley stuck her tongue out yfully at Amelia. Feeling grateful, Ashley knew
that had her uncle seen that she threw away the pencil, he would have scolded her again.
The truth was that Patrick had been observing the secret interaction between Ashley and Amelia. It
was for Amelia that Patrick had chosen to remain silence and bear with Ashley.
"Let''s go. Time for dinner." Patrick said.
"Time for dinner! Time for dinner!"
Repeating after Patrick''s words merrily, Ashley came down from her chair and threw herself on
Patrick''s thigh again. Apparently, she had forgotten the painful incident earlier.
On the first floor.
"What''s so special today? Why are you all here?"
Owen could feel his jaw dropping as soon as he saw the crowd descending the staircase.
Upon reaching home, he had been rushed by Nora to the bathroom. Alongside, sheined of
his oily skin and insisted him to wash his face before having dinner with the special guest that they
were having in house.
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Only on very rare asions that Nora wouldin about his look. Although he smiled without a
word in front of his wife, the truth was that he felt triggered.
Upon washing his face, Owen could not help wondering the identity of the guest. After all, it was not
usual for Nora to take the dinner so importantly. He wondered if it was a man that was going to be
their guest tonight. If that was the case, he could not guarantee that he would be approachable and
friendly towards a male guest that his wife valued so much.
In order to outstand the mysterious special guest from the aspect of outlook, not only had Owen
washed his face, he even clean-shaved his face. Also, he styled his hair with hair wax which he
rarely did so!
Perhaps thest thing he had not done was to put on the suits that he had been wearing during his
wedding.
It was only then he realized the special guests that he was having tonight were no one but his own
family members.
It turned out that it was aplete waste for him to go extra miles in creating such a refreshing look
for himself.
Anyhow, upon realizing that Nora did not mean to subject him toparison with the look of other
men, Owen soon found himself relieved at such realization.
Meanwhile.
As soon as Patrick and the remaining fellows came downstairs, they immediately bumped into
Owen who looked different apart from his usual look.
Rubbing her eyes, Florence murmured, "Am I the only one who feel like Owen looks different
today?"
"I don''t see any difference though. He is still Owen." Patrick remarked indifferently.
"That''s not what I mean!" Florence shot Patrick with a re.
It was then Florence found Patrick''s expression perplexing.
She wondered what was going on.
She could tell that Patrick was staring at Owen as if he was holding grudge against him.
Apparently he had not been like this during the birthday celebrationst night.
What Florence was not aware of was that whenever Patrick saw Owen, he could not help feeling
threatened.
Precisely speaking, such sense of crisis was caused by Amelia.
Especially when Amelia could not withdraw her gaze from Owen''s face, this had intensified Patrick''s
sense of crisis.
Patrick was holding back himself from covering Amelia''s eyes. He thought that it was necessary to
warn her from continuing to stare at his brother.
In his eyes, Owen had done no more than shaving his stubbles and styling his hair. He struggled to
understand why would these women find him attractive.
Patrick began to secretly hold grudge against his brother.
Apparently, Patrick was blinded by his jealousy.
The truth was that the way Amelia stared at Owen was no different than the way Florence was
looking at her own brother.
She, too, could tell that Owen looked different.
As for the exact differences...
She first thought of his hairstyle. He had a shiny and slicked-back hair this time.
He had also cleanly shaved his stubbles.
Amelia realized that most of the time Owen had not been paying close attention in maintaining his
stubbles. Even so, she did not think that the stubbles had made him look shabby. Instead, she
always felt that he looked manly this way.
"Have you stared enough?" Patrick''s hissing that lingered in the air was like a chill running down her
spine.
Withdrawing her gaze all in a sudden, Amelia made a casual remark, "Owen looks more like a
gentleman now."
Herment immediately attracted approval from Florence. She agreed, "Exactly! I feel the same
way too! Gosh, we share the same opinion, Amelia."
Ashley boasted smugly, "That''s a fact for sure! My daddy has always been good-looking. It''s just
that it''s not obvious all the time during normal days!" Upon hearing thepliments of Owen
coming from the three women around him, Patrick could not help frowning from time to time.
At the sight of this, Andrew reached out to tug the corner of Patrick''s shirt.
Patrick lowered his gaze irritably. Upon seeing that it was Andrew who was calling him, his gaze
went soft as he asked, "What''s wrong?"
Andrew asked bluntly, "Patrick, are you getting jealous of the fact that daddy is more handsome
than you?"
Patrick could feel his eyelid twitching. He asked, "Why would you say so?"
Andrew answered honestly, "You were at ease upon descending the staircase. Your expression
changed as soon as you saw daddy..."
Touching Andrew''s head, Patrick said insidiously, "You''ve been thinking too much! I don''t need to be
jealous of your father. You know what, even after he shaves and styles his hair, I''m still more
handsome than him!"
The truth was that he was overwhelmed with jealousy!
"Why are you guys looking at me without a word?"
In fact, Owen''s mental toughness was worth beingplimented. Despite receiving stares from
everyone, including the cold stare from his beloved brother, he was as calm as a toad under the
sun.
After getting dinner served, Nora came out from the kitchen wiping her hand. Upon seeing that her
husband looked extraordinarily good-looking this time, she could not helping forward to give
him a brief hug.
"This look suits you!" Nora spoke the mind of everyone.
Owen ran his finger over his chin which was cleanly shaved. Initially, he maintained stubbles so that
he could more or less frighten the culprits with his look.
He was still feeling heavy-hearted upon shaving his stubbles. However, as soon as he heard the
compliment from his wife, he was d that he did so.
"I''ll keep it like this from now onwards then." Owen told Nora.
"Sure..." Flushing, Nora nodded.
Florence who was still single pretended to cover her heart and said in regret, "I''m blinded by such
public disy of affection! Oh no, can anyonee and hold me?