Chapter 891:
“If you’re enjoying it, please eat more, Mrs. Dawson. Anytime you want to dine here again, just ask Christina to fetch you,” Chloe said with a gracious grin.
“Oh, that’d be asking too much,” Bethel responded, slightly flustered.
“Not in the slightest,” Dylan chimed in smoothly.
Chloe’s gaze sparkled as she remarked, “Mrs. Dawson, you remind me of my grandmother. If you’re free, why not stay with us for a few days?”
Chloe bet that if Bethel stayed over for a couple of days, Christina would be thrilled. Her words were part of her quiet mission to help Dylan win Christina’s heart.
Chloe cast a quick look at Dylan’s unchanging expression and sighed inwardly, wondering how long it would take for him to capture Christina’s affection. She yearned to have Christina as her sister-in-law, but the competition was intense, and she feared Dylan might fall behind.
Noticing Dylan’s loss for words, Edwin quickly jumped in with a cheerful tone. “That sounds like a fantastic idea! I’m sure Miss Jones would be delighted to have you around, Mrs. Dawson.”
After receiving that hefty two hundred thousand from Dylan, Edwin felt compelled to lend his support.
“Well…” Bethel hesitated, not wanting to cause any trouble for Christina. After all, the house belonged to the Scott family, and Christina had only been living there temporarily. She fretted that her presence might feel like an intrusion.
“Mrs. Dawson, no need to fret over anything. Just make yourself comfortable and enjoy a short stay,” Dylan said softly.
With Dylan extending the invitation, Christina gently clasped Bethel’s hand and earnestly said, “Please, just stay for a few days, and I’ll make sure you get back safely afterward.”
𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙂𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・ⅽ𝘰𝗺
“Alright, I’d be honored to stay. Thank you,” Bethel said, nodding her head in agreement.
The meal went splendidly, and once it ended, Dylan headed to his study to take care of business, with Edwin trailing closely behind.
Inside the study, Edwin had been biting his tongue for a while, but he couldn’t contain it anymore—he had something that needed to be voiced.
“Mr. Scott…” Edwin began tentatively, his voice laced with caution.
Dylan, who had been completely absorbed in his work, slowly lifted his head, his expression composed as ever. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as he waited for Edwin to go on.
“It’s about Miss Jones. I’ve got something to say…” Edwin faltered, stealing a glance at Dylan.
“Go ahead.” Dylan slid his laptop to the side, leaned back just a touch, and fixed Edwin with a steady stare.
Even though Dylan wasn’t shouting or moving a muscle, his quiet authority filled the room. The weight of his gaze bore down on Edwin from every direction, making his legs feel like jelly.
Edwin had a sinking feeling in his gut that if he so much as breathed a single ill word about Christina, Dylan’s glare alone might be enough to finish him off.
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