Saying Goodbye to My Troubles (Nydia and Mick) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” She quickly apologized upon realization and said, “Do you have any dietary restrictions?” 

“No, it’s not like that.” Norman covered his mouth, stifling his laughter. 

He even nudged Eddie with his elbow. “Isn’t that right, Uncle Eddie?” 

Eddie pressed his lips tightly together, neither confirming nor denying it. 

That made Nydia feel rather awkward. 

Inviting someone over for dinner just to serve something they couldn’t eat? She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. 

“Take a seat,” Eddie said slowly, interrupting Nydia’s thoughts about whether to make a new dish. 

He pulled out a chair for her with a gentlemanly gesture, then sat down at the head of the table himself. It seemed utterly presumptuous of him. 

However, no one found it odd. He gave off the air of a natural leader, as if he was destined to be in a position of power. 

Meanwhile, Norman was acting quite strange today. Normally, he couldn’t get along with Eddie, but now he was dutifully helping serve him the soup. 

“Uncle Eddie, please drink up! Or are you looking down on Ms. Vega’s cooking?” 

Eddie was speechless. He usually avoided any kind of offals because he thought them to be… 

unclean. 

The moment Norman pushed the bowl of soup toward him, Eddie’s brows furrowed deeply. 

“Uhm… Mr. Houle, I just remembered I also made some soy milk. You might-” 

“Ms. Vega, Uncle Eddie is allergic to soy,” Norman interrupted her with a blatant lie while maintaining a serious expression.. 

Nydia was convinced. “Oh, then…” 

Eddie raised his spoon and lightly stirred the steaming hot bowl of soup. His perfectly handsome face showed no emotions at all, but the scent of his aftershave seemed to fill the air. He paused slightly before drawing a spoonful to taste the soup. 

His expression remained unchanged. 

Norman stared in shock. Was that really the Uncle Eddie he knew? Was he replaced by an alien or something? 

“Uncle Eddie?” the boy asked, his eyes wide with confusion. 

Then, he saw his notoriously picky Uncle Eddie take another sip of the soup. 

Norman’s eyes widened even further. 

Even Nydia felt a little embarrassed. “How does it taste, Mr. Houle?” 

Eddie nodded slightly and said, “Not bad.” 

Norman was dumbstruck, seemingly in shock. To think his Uncle Eddie would be fine with eating offal! How could his uncle’s taste be so arbitrary? 

What about all that feigned politeness he showed earlier? Was that all for naught? Wait a 

minute… 

Norman’s sharp eyes darted back and forth between Eddie and Nydia.