Shortly after, they arrived at Villa No. 8 of The Imperial.
“Wow, only big families would have so much cured meat!”
Whenever Stanley came to visit during this time each year, he’d lament about the amount of cured meat in Sophia’s house—they could practically eat it as rice.
Anna had also arrived; it was her second visit, but she hadn’t expected Sophia to make so much cured meat at home.
What a strange feeling…
She opened her eyes. With a composed demeanor, she smiled and asked, “Why does your family make so much cured meat?”
Cooper replied, “When my wife was alive, cured meat was her favorite.”
After that, he looked up at the hung cured meat and smiled, looking as if he had seen the person who lived in his memory through the cured meat in front of him.
Anna turned to look at Cooper. There was a soft glow that outlined the side of his face, making him look like a gentle soul.
She knew that Cooper had been widowed for many years and was still nostalgic about his late wife.
There is rarely such an infatuation in this world….
As the group walked in the door, Michael felt a throbbing headache.
They’re all here for the free food!
The last time Anna came to Cooper’s house, she hadn’t had the time to look around. This time, she decided to take a good look.
“Have you always lived here?” she asked Cooper.
Copper replied, “Yes, I’ve been living with my daughter and son-in-law.”
Cooper took Anna around the house and even brought her to visit her favorite Villa No. 1. Meanwhile, in order to stall the Yard brothers from disturbing them, Carmen was making small talk with them.
“This is my own royal cup. It has my name on it.” She took out her own cups, plates and bottles and shared them with Callum and Cade.
Callum also took out his own ‘royal’ cup enthusiastically. “This is my royal cup. Look, it has my name on it too.”
“Your cup is so ugly!” Carmen pouted and said discontentedly.
Suddenly, she caught sight of something and rushed over like a little beast.
“Daddy, don’t hug Al! Al is a naughty boy!”
It turned out that Michael was carrying Albert. Even though he was Alex’s son, he was nothing similar to his father. As soon as they reached home, Albert ran after Michael and asked Daddy Taylor for a hug.
Michael had just carried him before he was discovered by Carmen.
Michael frowned. Why weren’t you this protective earlier on when it was 50 bucks for a hug? Where has the gusto to betray me for 50 bucks gone?
“Al is our guest, so let him stay for a little longer,” answered Michael.
Meanwhile, Albert cowered fearfully in Michael’s arms as his big round eyes stared at Carmen; it reminded him of the fear he felt when he was beaten to the ground by Carmen.
He used to be a three-year-old child that did some inappropriate things, but he had changed for the better. I’m a good boy now, and Daddy Taylor likes to hug good boys.
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