CHAPTER 682: CHAPTER 682: SO HAPPY IT’S LIKE FLYING (2)

Elias Hawthorne turned his gaze, the smile on his face had already disappeared, and his dark eyes were filled with impatience.

Raina North raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

This small space suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere becoming bleak and awkward.

Claire Lowell felt both awkward and uncomfortable, wishing she could turn around and leave, but ultimately she didn’t. She braced herself and said, "Alliance Leader Rivers, it’s all my fault for not asking about your preferences. It’s really regrettable that I prepared food that doesn’t suit your taste on your first visit. I’m truly sorry."

"Oh." Raina North nodded, "It’s just a small matter, Miss Lowell, no need to apologize specifically."

Raina’s straightforwardness made Claire Lowell freeze. It took her a while to regain her words and she said dryly, "Really? Alliance Leader, do you truly not mind?"

"Truly." Raina North lifted the grape stem to her mouth, "If it weren’t for this, Elias... Nameless wouldn’t have cooked personally, letting me enjoy such a feast."

Upon hearing this, Elias Hawthorne felt quite helpless: "If you want to eat, just ask directly. I can cook for you anytime."

Originally learning good cooking skills was due to necessity, but he hadn’t expected Raina to love it so much. Elias suddenly felt that everything before had gained meaning.

Claire Lowell was almost fainting with anger upon hearing this, despite constant self-comforting, her chest kept heaving, a beautiful and tempting sight. Too bad Elias didn’t even spare her a glance.

Claire Lowell calmed down after a while, seeing Elias busy alone in the kitchen, she immediately said, "Nameless, let me help you. Even though my cooking skills aren’t up to par, I can still manage small tasks."

Watching from the side, Quinn Thorne felt utterly speechless; he could understand Claire Lowell’s attempt to display her virtue.

But seriously, she was using the wrong method, wasn’t she?

And also, don’t think others couldn’t notice the remark was intentionally targeting Raina. Unfortunately, it was the wrong way to go about it.

Mind you, the reason the sister-in-law didn’t help wasn’t because she always ordered the boss around, but because of the chemistry between the two. Didn’t you see how the boss was almost flying with happiness just now?

Look again at how the boss is holding back. Quinn Thorne believes there’s every reason to think the boss is about to lose patience and throw someone out, right?

Uncle Coleman nodded in satisfaction, praising, "Claire Lowell really is worthy of being the eldest miss of The Lowell Family. Indeed, she’s virtuous and gentle, truly an ideal wife choice."

Quinn Thorne couldn’t hold back: "Uncle Coleman, you’re not getting senile, are you? Do you really think Miss Lowell is a good wife? Uncle Coleman, be honest, how much benefit has Claire given you to make you say something against your conscience?"

Uncle Coleman’s face turned stern, and he said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I take benefits from Miss Lowell! I genuinely think she is the most suitable woman for the Lord!"

"You go as far as saying this, yet refuse to admit taking benefits? Even the big yellow watchdog at my door wouldn’t believe it, let alone me. Of course, whether the dog believes it or not is not important, what matters is what the boss thinks. Uncle Coleman, you’ve watched the boss grow up all these years, you know his temper and personality best. He’s never been an easy person to fool, you’re quite familiar with his temperament."

Uncle Coleman was very displeased: "Lord of Vermilion, what do you mean? Are you accusing me of intending to harm the Lord?"

"I’ve said my piece." Quinn Thorne didn’t want to say more, he had given enough hints anyway.