Chapter 257

"Time to dig in."

Knowing their flight details beforehand, the cook had the ingredients ready in advance and began preparing the meal when they were close to arriving at the mansion. By now, dinner was ready.

"Come on, let's get some grub."

Benedict, for all his chattiness, embodied the air of a traditional gentleman at the dining table. The meal was enjoyed in quiet dignity, with everyone focused on their own plates. Wyneth found herself seated next to Hayden, with Benedict and Gwendolyn across from them. The room was filled with the comfortable silence of a shared meal. Then, out of nowhere, a chicken drumstick found its way onto Wyneth's plate. She glanced up, only to realize it was the cool, dashing man beside her who had passed it.

Wyneth stared blankly at Hayden. 'What's he up to? Serving me a chicken drumstick out of the blue?'

As she turned to look at him, Hayden parted his lips slightly. "You're too thin. You should eat more meat."

'Is he playing house in front of his gr