CHAPTER 731: 727, THE OLDER, THE SPICIER THE GINGER.

"Don’t rush," Felix Shaw, contrary to his usual demeanor, embraced Mia Foster’s waist, and in front of his father, looked affectionately at Mia, saying, "You forgot, mom said she would cook hometown dishes herself. If you leave, wouldn’t it be a waste of mom’s efforts?"

"Your mom is cooking herself?" Oliver Shaw took off his coat, handed it to the maid casually, and walked towards the sofa, "It seems we’re in for a treat tonight."

Oliver Shaw’s behavior was very natural. Ever since Melody Zachary got hooked on playing cards with the ladies club, she rarely stepped into the kitchen. The meals were handled by the maid, so tasting dishes made by her was a rare privilege indeed.

"Yes, mom said she wanted Mia to stay over at our house," Felix kept his arm around Mia’s waist, his gaze firmly on his father. Oliver had already sat down on the sofa and hadn’t gone to change his clothes as he usually did when he came home. He was still wearing his white dress shirt and hadn’t even undone his tie, simply saying "Okay," and casually picking up the newspaper to read.

Felix’s eyes narrowed slightly, he leaned close to Mia’s ear and said, "Mia, go, have a chat with dad."

Oliver was still looking at his newspaper, but Felix could tell, as he spoke, his father’s eyebrows slightly knitted together.

Under Felix’s urging, Mia reluctantly sat down, and because of their earlier encounter, even pretending was somewhat unnatural. Before she could start speaking, Oliver already put the newspaper down.

"Mia, how are you getting accustomed to working in the country?"

"It’s fine, it’s all market development, not much difference between here and abroad."

"Oh, that’s good," Oliver nodded, then casually adjusted his tie, an act Felix noticed, revealing a band-aid on the neck where "a mosquito" had bitten his father that morning.

A cold sneer in his mind, is this an attempt to conceal something?

He raised an eyebrow, feigning casualness, "Dad, what happened here? Are you hurt? Why did you stick a band-aid?"

Oliver touched the spot with the band-aid, "Eh, don’t know what bit me, I only noticed at noon, scratched it a few times and it got infected, even bled,"

"Really? Let me see, maybe we should call Evander to have a look," Felix stood up and walked over, without hesitation, lifted the band-aid that was sticking to his father’s neck, and indeed, as Oliver had said, the skin underneath was swollen and red.

"No need, it’s just a bit itchy now. The secretary helped me buy some ointment, applying it a few more times should be enough," Oliver reached for the infected area, Felix’s gaze slightly tightened, "Dad, where’s the ointment? Let me help you apply it once more."

"Oh, it’s in my briefcase," Oliver acted naturally, but Felix had already headed for the door, while Mia, sitting on the sofa, watched everything, feeling that Felix’s actions were a bit exaggerated and atypical, yet not understanding why.

Felix opened his father’s briefcase, scanning the entire contents before grabbing the ointment, and following the instructions, he applied it to his father,

Full of doubts, this morning he clearly saw it was a hickey, how could it have turned into this? Could he have seen wrong?

Enjoying his son’s care, Oliver’s lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

The older ginger is the spicier, having noticed his son’s unintended glances at his neck earlier that morning, he only saw the small hickey when he got back to his office. At lunchtime, he ordered a spicy dish, smeared the sauce on it, which made it both itchy and painful due to the chili, and couldn’t help but scratch, and by the afternoon, it had turned into its current state...