CHAPTER 489: WILL LIKE TO TAKE JULIET OUT

Meanwhile, Harrison, having received the news, allowed a triumphant smirk to curl his lips.

It seemed only one of them—Mr. Thomas or Sinclair—would make it to tonight’s charity gala.

But which one?

Just then, the car gradually slowed, and the driver’s voice broke the silence.

"Mr. Harrison, we’ve arrived at the Bernardo residence."

"Mm." Harrison finally snapped out of his thoughts, his expression relaxing slightly as he opened the car door and stepped out.

The Bernardo family’s butler had been waiting for him at the entrance, standing by with practiced patience.

"Mr. Harrison," the butler greeted him warmly, his tone brimming with deference as he addressed the Bernardo family’s prospective son-in-law.

"the entire Benardo family is waiting for you in the living room."

"Mm."

Harrison gave a slight nod, his demeanor calm and composed as he followed the butler into the sprawling Bernardo family estate. Inside the living room...

"Dad," Juliet cooed, looping her arm affectionately through her father’s.

"Mom’s right—you really should cut back on the drinking.

Take care of your health."

Touched by his daughter’s concern, Bernardo’s father beamed, his face lighting up with warmth.

"Don’t worry, I know my limits."

"Your limits?"

Mrs. Bernardo sat beside Queen, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she gazed at the father-daughter pair across from her.

"If you really knew your limits, would you be coming home drunk every other day?"

Mr. Bernardo immediately protested.

"Darling, don’t talk nonsense in front of our daughters.

Those were business dinners."

Mrs. Bernardo shot her husband a sidelong glance and teased, "Business dinners?

Anyone would think you were trying to drink yourself to death."

The Bernardo couple had been childhood sweethearts who’d found their happily ever after, and their bond had remained strong over the years, filling the household with warmth.

At Mrs. Bernardo’s playful jab, both Mr. Bernardo and Juliet burst into laughter.

Queen merely curled her lips into a faint smile, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Their joy was theirs alone—she had no part in it. That thought often crossed her mind in this house.

"Sir, Madam, Mr. Harrison has arrived," the butler announced as he ushered Harrison inside.

Mr. and Mrs. Bernardo, along with Juliet, rose from the sofa in greeting.

Only Queen remained seated, idly toying with the bracelet on her wrist, her head still bowed.

"Queen, mind your manners."

Mrs. Bernardo discreetly tugged at Queen’s sleeve.

With obvious reluctance, Queen rose to her feet, forcing a stiff smile while swallowing her words.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think some grand old patriarch had arrived—not Harrison.

Juliet observed her sister’s expression with a practiced smile, though something flickered briefly in her eyes.

"Uncle Bernardo, Auntie Bernardo," Harrison greeted with a warm smile, nodding respectfully to the elders before turning his gaze to Juliet.

"I’m here to take Juliet to try on her gown." Harrison still felt a twinge of dissatisfaction after failing to secure the perfect jewelry at yesterday’s auction.

Determined to make up for it, he had ordered his luxury brands to prepare their latest and most exquisite gowns for Juliet to choose from.

"Please, have a seat," Mr. Bernardo said approvingly, gesturing for Harrison to sit.

"You really do go above and beyond for our Juliet," Mrs. Bernardo chimed in, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a mother who adored her future son-in-law.

"Juliet, pour Harrison some tea."

"Alright," Juliet rose gracefully and walked over to sit beside Harrison.

She poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him with a gentle smile.

"Try this.

It’s my father’s prized tea—so rare even though I don’t get to drink it often."

Dressed in a soft beige trench coat, her silky straight hair cascaded loosely down her back.

Her delicate features, accentuated by subtle makeup, radiated an air of purity and warmth.

Harrison gazed at her, a faint smile playing in his eyes.

"Then I’d better savor every sip.

I’ll make sure to bring more for your father and you next time."

Mr. and Mrs. Bernardo watched the pair sitting together, their hearts swelling at the sight of such a perfect match—handsome and elegant, like something out of a painting.

Their smiles deepened with quiet satisfaction. Queen, on the other hand, remained as indifferent as ever.

At the Luther Group’s luxury hotel, all reservations had been canceled the day before. In other words, the only true guests in the entire hotel now were Sinclair and Camilla.

Every staff member had been discreetly replaced by Ramsey and his team.

Camilla stepped out in a simple, flowing beige silk nightgown and spotted the man waiting on the sofa.

His long legs were crossed as he lounged against the cushions, an open laptop resting on his lap.

Dressed in a crisp white shirt and a black tie with subtle patterns, the man exuded an air of aristocratic aloofness.

Even seated, his commanding presence remained diminished, radiating an imperious aura that seemed to dominate the space around him.

Before Camilla could speak, the man lifted his gaze.

His eyes, initially indifferent, darkened with intensity as they settled on her.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and compelling.

Sinclair carried Camilla into the dining room.

Instead of setting her down on a chair, he settled onto his own seat with her still in his arms.

His well-defined hands moved with practiced ease as he began arranging the dishes—graceful, unhurried, as though this were second nature.

Camilla had long grown accustomed to being fed by her husband.

Her attention drifted to the table, and a spark of delight flickered in her eyes.

The dishes looked refreshingly light and appetizing, stirring her hunger.

"Sinclair, did you make all these?"

"Mhm."

Sinclair picked up a piece of vegetable with his Spoon and brought it to her lips, his gaze warm.

"First attempt.

Try it."

Camilla obediently opened her mouth.

"It’s delicious!"

Her eyes curved into crescents as she turned to him in pleasant surprise.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

Seeing that she could eat it, the tension in Sinclair’s deep-set eyes eased slightly.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You really enjoyed the dishes at that restaurant yesterday."

That was precisely why Ramsey had "borrowed" the head chef from the establishment early this morning.

Camilla froze for a moment before instantly understanding Sinclair’s implication.

Just because she had taken a couple extra bites, he had gone to such lengths?!

A wave of sweetness surged from the depths of her heart, spreading warmth through every inch of her body.

A glimmer of moisture flickered in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Noticing her silence, Sinclair lowered his gaze to meet hers.

"What’s wrong?"

"I’m just amazed—how did you manage to pull this off so quickly?

My husband is truly incredible!"