The fact that Mr. Reagan had decided to agree to their partnership and pay up the deposit all on his own volition was completely out of Damon’s expectations, but it did prove just how satisfied Mr. Reagan was with their plan.The secretary expelled a breath of relief. Mr. Reagan of the Reign and Royals was famous for being hard to please. And she had been so distracted and skittish the whole time, worrying that her performance, if defective in any way, could dent Mr. Reagan’s mood enough to imp
Damon wiped away the cold beads forming on his forehead and murmured to himself, “I rather eat something the butler made.”Jeanette widened her eyes and looked innocently at Damon, asking because she could not hear him clearly, “What was that?”“Nothing. I was saying. I can't wait to try your cooking.” He waved with a smile plastered around the growing dread in his chest.Jeanette was palpably delighted by his answer and began to tug him more into the house. “Aww, I knew you'd be hungry! Buuu
The sharp, childlike voice of a boy stifled his hand. “Mommy? Daddy? Dinner? Dinner!” Innocent little Felix skipped into the interior of his home from the garden.Damon breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put his spoon—and the little ball of mashed potatoes—down on his plate. He leaped to his feet and quickly dashed toward the boy, hoping to draw Jeanette’s attention. “I haven’t been at home these days, Fe. Have you missed me?” he said, smiling, before pecking on his son’s chubby cheeks.Fel
“But I spent hours fussing and prepping and greasing and all this heart and soul to make this dinner for you! You two can’t seriously do this to me,” Jeanette protested sadly.Damon could never bring himself to see her in that dejected, have-I-done-wrong look—every time she made that face, he felt the softest part in his heart vetoing any other opinions. Felix, too, bore a look of guilt as he raced to comfort his mother. “M-M-Mommy, don’t feel bad! I, uh, I’m not gonna eat out anymore! No matte
Jeanette broke out a jaunty giggle, clearly jubilant to hear his praise. “I knew you’d love it! Well, there’s plenty more from where that came from!” she exclaimed, dropping another slice into his plate.Damon steeled himself, put the rest of his fill into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed. An ecstatic Jeanette stood by and added other dishes into his plate like a nonstop onslaught. “Here, how about some salmon? I know you love fish, and this one is fresh as hell. The fisherman in the mark
Helpless, Damon narrowed his eyes at Felix.“Hmm? Is there something wrong with your eyes? Are you feeling unwell?” Jeanette caught the grimace he made and became suspicious.Damon shook his head immediately. “No! It’s just, uh, gosh! This bowl of mashed potatoes might as well be food from heaven! I’m just so touched, Jeanette, that you’re making all these things for me! I’m so happy…”Internally, he thought of sobbing in amusement. This had got to be one of the most agonizing dinners he ever
Felix, startled, groaned inwardly.“Are you done already, Fe? You could always have more,” she added encouragingly.Felix shook his head with haste. “Oh, I’m sooooo full, Mom! You’re sooooo good at cooking that I ate too much and now I’m very, very full! I’ll burst if I eat more!” he cried before bolting out of the house and fleeing to the sanctuary of the garden.Jeanette shook her head helplessly, chuckling at the little boy’s fast-retreating back. “Gosh, he’s a playful little rascal, isn’t
“What’s wrong? Your injury is acting up, isn’t it?” Elias cried, a little alarmed.He chopped the apple into small pieces and reached out to feed Mimi himself. It was too intimate to her, so she turned away and avoided him.A few days had passed since the surgery, and her injury was already well in its course to recovery. The doctor had expressed surprise and shock at how swimming the process was, as it implied none to very few side-effects that could plague her future. Anyone else in her posi