In the car sat Eve and Nina, with Nash in the driver's seat, his expression dark as he glanced at them holding hands in the rearview mirror. When did they becso close? He did not want Eve tagging along with them.
"Nash, thank you for your hard work. Let's have dinner together," Eve urged Nash to drive, oblivious to his grim expression. She was famished.
Nash coldly replied, "Did I say I'd take you home? Where's your driver? Get him to pick you up." He was not going to chauffeur them around.
But Eve clung to Nina, insisting, "We promised to have dinner together. You can't chaseaway." Nina explained, "We're going to my parents' place. I've already arranged for friends to join us for dinner." "Oh, to your parents' place? Do I need to bring something?" Eve worried about making a good impression on Nina's family.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't worry about it. My parents are very easygoing, and they cook well," Nina reassured her.
Going back to the villa would mean just the few of them, probably a bit dull, unlike going to her parents' where the food would be delicious. Besides, her parents were good cooks and their tastes might suit Eve's preferences. With a reluctant glance at Nina in the rearview mirror once more, Nash sighed inwardly. Although he was not pleased, but he did not decline either. Starting the car, his expression remained cold, lacking any sign of joy. Twenty minutes later, they arrived home.
Julia had already prepared a sumptuous meal, knowing Nina would bring a friend over.
"Nina's back?" Julia greeted.
"Mom," Nina called out.
Zion was also very courteous, welcoming them at the door with a smile. "Cin, take a seat." "Hello, Mr. Walker. I'm Eve," Eve said, feeling a bit awkward.
"Con in, don't stand at the door," Zion warmly said. But as they entered and saw Nash still lingering behind, his smile faded, and his tone turned stern, "What are you doing here?" Since they found out about his impending divorce with Nina last time, he rarely met with them. Zion's impression of him was never quite favorable, and now it was even worse.
Nash could only humbly call out, "Dad." "I just brought them over," Nash explained.
Zion did not indicate for him to cin, "Just brought them over, huh? Ready to leave then?" He was basically telling Nash to leave.
Nash did not respond to his remark but instead said, "I'll also be driving them hlater." Zion snorted coldly, not welcoming him but also not closing the door. Instead, he turned and walked inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce again, Eve greeted Julia.
Julia smiled and said, "What a pretty young girl! Nina, you've made a new you've made Come, sit down there friend. Ce are fruits over there. Nina, could you peel one for her?" "Sure."
"Eve, right? Zion sat across from them, speaking kindly to the girl, am "Would you like something to drink? Young people love bubble tea. How about I have Julia make you some? She's quite skilled at it." Eve widened her eyes, "Mrs. Walker can make bubble tea? That's amazing! Nina, your mom is really talented." She had only ever had bubble tea at shops and had never tasted homemade.
Nina explained, "After my parents retired, they becfond of om experimenting with food. If there's N something you want to eat, just ask.
They can make almost anything." "I'm not picky," Eve was easy to please. They chatted happily, leaving Nash feeling isolated, making him stand out awkwardly. He had to assert his presence somehow, so he said, "Mom, lethelp you." X