?Chapter 1593:
“Well?” Faye asked, leaning forward with anticipation.
“Mmm. Not bad at all.”
“Pretty good.”
Everyone gave positive feedback.
Faye’s cooking was indeed impressive.
Pleased, Faye pped her hands lightly. “Perfect! Since you all like it, I’ll handle breakfast from now on! Just let me know what you’re craving in advance; if I don’t know how to make it, I’ll learn.”
Belinda’s brow arched ever so slightly at that.
From now on?
So, Faye was nning to stay for a while?
No one responded to Faye.
Faye, however, didn’t feel awkward and continued eating.
After the meal, Lucas and Faye left together for thepany.
Once they were gone, Gwenda turned to Belinda. “Belinda, what’s the situation with Faye? Is she going to stay here for a while?”
Belinda pressed her lips together, her reply gentle but vague. “It’s… a bitplicated, Grandma.”
Gwenda studied her for a moment, then nodded with quiet understanding.
“Alright. I won’t pry.”
Belinda offered a small smile and said nothing more.
They sat together in the quietfort of the living room for a while. Then, Belinda excused herself and headed upstairs, intending to catch up on the sleep she’d missed.
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She didn’t stir again until nearly noon.
In Lucas’s office.
Around midday, Faye found her way upstairs to Lucas’s office again.
Lucas frowned slightly when he saw her at his door. “Faye, why are you here again? If you keep showing up in my office like this, it’s going to be impossible to keep our family ties a secret.”
Faye was caught off guard by his words. For a second, she didn’t know what to say.
After a while, she said, “I just… suddenly thought of something I wanted to ask you.”
Lucas looked at her and put down his pen. “Alright. What is it?”
“Uncle Lucas, there’s something I wanted to ask you… Does Johnson like Miss Bates? Romantically?” Faye asked directly.
She wasn’t exactly friends with Catherine, so she referred to her as Miss Bates.
Lucas’ jaw clenched ever so slightly.
Instead of answering her question, he asked, “Who told you that?”
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