Chapter 122

Erin's smile stiffened slightly, but before she could say anything, Marie slammed her cutlery onto the table and chided, "Damon, is that how you serve food?!"

She had wanted him to help Erin with the dishes to help them bond, but he nearly went so far as to place the whole plate in front of her. If word got out, it would surely offend the Hulles.

Damon smiled at Marie. "Mom, if you know I'm bad at this, don't make me do it."

Marie was fuming and about to explode, but Erin quickly intervened. "It's fine. I actually like fish, and it's more convenient this way. No need to keep troubling him to serve me."

Seeing Erin's willingness to smooth things over, Marie beamed with satisfaction, growing even fonder of her.

"Erin, you're so considerate. This brat only knows how to make me angry. After dinner, take her home," she told Damon.

Damon frowned, about to refuse, but Erin spoke first. "There's no need. I drove myself here."

She could sense Damon's lack of interest in her, and forcing