Drama Novel
A Rose 505
A Rose 505
“It’s okay, Grandma. It’s no trouble for me at all, Yvette said casually.
Martha’s heart swelled with affection. “My precious Yvie, you don’t need to tire yourself out for my sake. I can manage my cravings and skip die pastries for now.”
Victoria felt ignored as Martha showered Yvette with love and affection. Hence, she couldn’t help but say, “Mrs. Quinn Senior, Yvie is actually the owner of Crown Bakehouse.”
“What?” Martha’s eyes widened in surprise before quickly turning to pure delight. She clasped Yvette’s hands while exclaiming, “Yvie, you’re the owner of Crown Bakehouse? How wonderful! I’m in for such a treat!”
Yvette smiled warmly. “Grandma, you can have anything from Crown Bakehouse delivered to you whenever you like from now on.”
Martha beamed with joy. “You’re giving me special privileges! You must stay for dinner, Yvie. I have so much to talk to you about.”
Yvette nodded with a smile. “Of course.‘
”
Feeling overjoyed, Martha hurried into the kitchen, instructing the staff to be extra careful with dinner prep.
As soon as she left, Wilson took Yvette’s hand, their fingers naturally intertwining. His deep, soothing voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t feel pressured by what Grandma said.”
He didn’t want Yvette to feel any pressure about their future. Even if they got married in a few
years,
he wasn’t in a rush to think about children. Her happiness was his priority.
Yvette nodded and replied, “I know.”
Yvette didn’t mind as she knew Martha hoped for a large, bustling family, full of children and grandchildren alike. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .
Meanwhile, knowing Yvette loved spicy food, Martha had made sure the dinner table was mainly covered with fiery dishes. There were only a few light dishes prepared.
After looking at the spread, Victoria glanced nervously at Wilson. “But Wilson can’t eat spicy food.”
He can’t eat spicy food?
Yvette turned to Wilson, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. Since they’d started eating together, he had always joined her for Southwichian cuisine.
Noticing her gaze, Wilson grinned and ruffled her hair.
“It’s okay. I can handle my spice,” he said reassuringly.
A gentle warmth flowed through Yvette, intensifying the flutter in her heart.
“That’s right! A husband and wife should have matching tastes.” Martha laughed as she happily piled more grilled chili peppers on Wilson’s plate. “Come on, eat up! You’ll grow to love it!”
Wilson glanced at the mountain of peppers now filling his bowl and clenched his teeth slightly in resignation.
Only his grandmother would do this to him.
“Grandma, that’s enough. Don’t give him any more,” Yvette spoke up.
“Oh, look at that! Yvie is worried about him.” Martha chuckled and continued, “Okay, I’ll stop since Yvie is looking out for Wilson.”
A smile blossomed on Wilson’s face, warmth radiating from his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curling upwards. Yvette was worried about him.
As Victoria watched their exchange, her appetite waned. Alice’s words replayed in her mind.
Not only was Wilson gentle and indulgent with Yvette, Jasper also seemed to hang onto her every word. Martha adored her, too.
Victoria felt like an outsider, completely out of place.