Chapter 431
Chapter 431
Catherine had always loved fresh flowers. Hence, she had bought a few bouquets when she saw them in the supermarket.
"Alright."
After Douglas left, Hera brought the rest of the fresh flowers and placed them into a vase, whereas Bernard was busy marinating his steak in the kitchen while wearing an apron.
The atmosphere within their home felt happy and peaceful. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. They didn't lock the door to the main entrance, so Everly made her way inside.
Hera had just finished placing her vase on the dining table when she spotted Everly. She asked, "Everly? Why are you here?"
Everly explained, "Douglas told me that you two arrived home, so I came over to visit. I would also like to speak to you about something."
Then, she secretly looked at Bernard, who was busy cooking their steaks, from the corner of her eyes. Bernard stood tall, and his apron matched his white button-up, only making him look handsome and homely.
Just a small glance was enough to make Everly's heart skip a beat. Back in the village, all the male
villagers didn't know how to cook. They also refused to do any chores, claiming that chores were a job for the women.
Ever since she came to the city, she realized chores weren't just for women; men could also do them. A man who could cook and clean was truly a good man who loved you.
She also wanted to find a good man to spend the rest of her life with.
"Is something wrong?" Hera took out a carton of milk from the fridge and poured Everly a cup.
Everly quickly collected her gaze and said, "It's nothing big. But when you all went out for your vacation, Mrs. Chime Senior stopped by the clinic to meet Mrs. Jones."
"What happened then?" Hera asked.
Hera took a sip of her milk and said, "They talked in the consultation room with the doors closed. I also don't know what they said, but Mrs. Jones seemed unhappy after their talk."
Hera frowned slightly. She was the one who had exposed Camille, so why did Priscilla come to meet Catherine instead?Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.
"I got it."Hera nodded.
"Oh, right. Hera, I heard from my brother that you and your friends were involved in a terrorist attack. Are you all alright?" Everly held Hera's hands and asked her about it.
Hera smiled. "We're fine."
"Sweetie, the steaks are done. Just clear the table, and we'll be able to eat," Bernard reminded her from the kitchen.
"Alright!" Hera answered and quickly cleared the leaves and stems on the table.
Everly had also helped Hera clean up as she said enviously, "Hera, Mr. Killian treats you so well. Men from Jadonia are amazing."
"Do you also want such a good boyfriend?" Hera glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't tease me," Everly said shyly.
But her eyes couldn't help but wander toward the open kitchen, where Bernard was focused on plating up the food. She could feel her cheeks turn red at that sight.
Bernard could feel someone's gaze on him. He looked up and met Everly's gaze.
Everly shocked, she immediately averted Bernard's gaze while her cheeks turned even redder.
Seeing this, Bernard frowned and turned to look at Hera.
Hera didn't seem to have noticed Everly's gaze. She had finished clearing the table and went to wash her hands. On her way back to the table, she carried a plate of steak with her.
Bernard was speechless.
"Oh, my! That smells delicious! It'll definitely taste good!" Everly gulped as she took a whiff of the cooked steak Hera had carried over.
"You're right!" Hera said in agreement. Seeing her hungry expression, Hera was about to offer to share some with her when Bernard's impassive voice sounded from behind her.
"Everly, haven't you eaten yet?"
Bernard was carrying another plate of steak over when he had asked his question. Everly assumed he wanted to give her that plate and was immediately at a loss on what to do.
She nodded her head before shaking it instead. "I-I've already eaten."
With that said, she reached out to take that plate of steak over when Bernard avoided her reach and said, " Then, go home and not disturb us during our meal."
Everly was at a loss for words.