NovelBarHe could read her thoughts, so as she entered, he quipped, Slip into something comfy and join me for some soup. Its chicken soup with fresh bamboo shoots. Took a good four hours to cook.
Jessie slipped on her slippers, brushing off his antics.
Ina soft voice, she inquired, Wheres Jeslyn? Wearing a forlorn expression, Albert lamented, You sure you dont want a taste? Your mother has been at it all afternoon. Shes made enough for an army, | reckon. She even threw in your share.
Jessie was puzzled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat was he on about? Her mom sending chicken soup over? Jessie found it hard to believe her mom would cook chicken soup for Albert.
Albert could sense Jessies disbelief, so he offered her a taste.
As Jessie spotted the bamboo shoots, she recognized them as the specialty only found at her aunts place. Her mom had returned from
Tashkao with two bags of them.
Jessie did the math. Half the shoots had probably ended up in Alberts soup.
Noting Jessies silence, Albert grinned, Seems your mother has got more concern for me than you do. Jessie, when are you going to whip up some chicken soup for me?
Jessie scoffed, Just you wait.
With a businesslike air, she queried, Is Jeslyn upstairs? Ill head up to find her. Oh, and Mr. Waston, whats on the agenda for her lessons?
Albert took a sip of soup, nonchalantly remarking, Hungarian sounds great. You learned it in the past few years, didnt you? Jessie saw through his shamelessness.
Paying him any mind would only encourage him further.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe spun on her heel, gliding upstairs, ignoring his antics.
Albert finished the soup in silence. Wiping his lip, he called for Elsie, Youre off for a month. Send all the staff and gardeners home on holiday aswell.
Elsie was taken aback. Mr. aston, whats the plan? Youre still weak and need care.
Albert thought Elsie was dense.
He settled onto the sofa, flipping through a magazine with ease. Got someone right here to look after me.
It took Elsie a while to grasp the situation. She admired Albert but also felt concerned. Is Miss Green okay with this?
Albert flashed a smile.
Elsie caught on and exclaimed, Miss Greens a real softie. Mr. Waston, youre something else. Tough girls cant resist a clingy guy. Keep pestering Miss Green like this, even if shes sore about you being hitched, her soft spot will win out.
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