RankNovelChapter 160 Claire had never experienced such thoughtful care in her twenty-three years of life. The sudden affection, as if she were a cherished treasure, left her both flustered and touched, her nose tingling with the urge to cry. Suppressing her emotions, she said, "Grandma, Mr. Foster hasn't arrived yet. Let's wait for him." Aberdeen waved her hand dismissively. "We don't need to wait for that rascal. If Claire is hungry, we should eat first." Sean overheard and chuckled helplessly. "Looks like I'm no longer Grandma's favorite." Aberdeen shot him a playful look. "Oh, you actually showed up. I thought you weren't hungry anymore." Sean had just wanted to rid himself of the lingering smell of smoke, knowing that Claire, with her delicate constitution, couldn't stand it.
"Alright, my mistake," Sean conceded without argument. Just as he was about to sit opposite Claire, Aberdeen firmly pulled him to sit beside her.
The two exchanged a glance, speechless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Let's eat," the elderly woman urged, worried that Claire might feel awkward, and began filling Claire's plate with food.
Grace and May joined in, continuously adding to Claire's plate until it resembled a small mountain.
Seeing Claire's embarrassment, Sean stepped in to help, "Grandma, if you give her any more, she won't have to eat for the rest of the night." He redistributed half of the food from Claire's plate to his own. Claire looked at him in surprise. Sean's lips curved into a gentle smile. "Eat more; you're too thin." Aberdeen's eyes crinkled in delight. "Oh my, my grandson has finally figured out how to be considerate." Grace and May stifled their laughter, while Claire's face turned as red as an apple, and she lowered her head to focus on her meal.
The dining room was filled with a warm and cozy atmosphere. Aberdeen sat at the head of the table, with Claire next to her and Sean on Claire's other side. Grace and May sat across, occasionally adding more food to Claire's plate, their faces beaming with kindness.
Claire felt a bit overwhelmed by their enthusiasm, but her heart was warmed by the kindness surrounding her. It was the most delicious and comforting meal of her life, giving her a genuine sense of family.
After dinner, Claire got up to clear the table, but Grace and May stopped her.
Grace smiled warmly, "Miss Claire, you've just been discharged and are still recovering. Leave this to us." May nodded in agreement, "Yes, Miss Claire, we'll handle this. You go relax in the living room." Aberdeen gently nudged Claire towards Sean, giving her a knowing smile. "You youngsters have plenty to talk about. Go chat." With that, she led Grace and May into the kitchen, leaving Sean and Claire alone in the living room.
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The two of them sat on the sofa, a slightly awkward tension hanging in the air. Sean broke the silence with his calm and soothing voice, "Embroidery requires quite a few tools and materials. I know a shop with a wide range of thread colors and good quality embroidery hoops.
How about we go check it out later?" Claire's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Mr. Foster."
Sean looked at her and smiled gently.
When he wasn't smiling, he seemed stern and exuded a powerful O M presence Yet, when he did smile, it was like a glacier melting, and Claire found herself momentarily captivated.
In the kitchen, Aberdeen, Grace, and May pretended to be busy while sneaking glances at the pair. Om Dances at Aberdeen beamed with satisfaction and whispered, "Look at those two, they really hit it off. Sean is genuinely attentive to Claire." Grace nodded in agreement, "Yes, the young master is usually so serious, but he's much softer around Miss Claire."
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