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Edward Thompson picked up a chestnut cake.
A servant brought a cup of milk tea at this mont, “Miss, your milk tea.”
“Thank you.” Viola Thompson took the milk tea with both hands, thanking the servant.
Drinking the milk tea brought her mood up instantly.
Her eyes curved into a smile.
She had beautiful peach-blossom eyes, and when she smiled, her eyes resembled a crescent moon, twinkling and mysterious, making it hard for people to resist.
Mr. White happened to look up just in ti to catch her gaze while holding up his tea cup.
It was as if he had gone through so intense exercise, his heart suddenly skipping a beat and racing uncontrollably, seemingly about to jump out of his chest.
His ears turned beet red, and his breath grew rapid.
Mr. White frowned slightly.
It was strange.
What was going on with him? He even felt like he was lacking oxygen.
He took up the cup lid and drank so tea.
As the slightly astringent tea entered his mouth, it alleviated his dryness, and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
It seed like…
That scene had just been an illusion.
Mr. White picked up another chestnut cake.
The taste was quite good.
Finishing one, he picked up another.
By eating more chestnut cakes now, he could eat less rice later.
Today, he got another money-saving trick.
How delightful!
Being so delighted, he couldn’t help but eat another chestnut cake.
Noticing Mr. White really enjoying the chestnut cakes, Mary Perryne told the servant, “Let the kitchen make more chestnut cakes so Mr. White can take so back to try.”
Hearing this, Mr. White put down the chestnut cake in his hand, “Lady Thompson, you’re being too kind! How could I dare!”
Yet he secretly thought, how wonderful.
Tomorrow’s breakfast expenses were saved!
He liked dealing with the Thompson family.
Mary Perryne smiled and said, “It’s alright, as long as Mr. White likes it.”
As her words ended, Mary asked again, “I rember Mr. White turned thirty this year, right?”
“Yes.” Mr. White nodded slightly.
Mary Perryne looked at Mr. White and asked curiously, “Then, I wonder if Mr. White has a girlfriend?”
Regarding this matter, it was not only Mary who was curious, but also Deborah and Christopher.
Mainly because it had been too long since the 9th son of the White family had shown any interest in relationships.
Any ordinary person would have had a beauty by their side at the very least, if not multiple.
However, there wasn’t a single gossip about the 9th son of the White family.
“Not yet,” Mr. White replied.
Mary Perryne laughed, “If Mr. White fancies a girl, feel free to tell us. Madam Martins and I would be more than willing to make a match.”
Upon hearing this, Deborah imdiately nodded in excitent, “Yes, yes yes! Lady Thompson is absolutely right. Mr. White, don’t be shy with us.”
In the entire 49 City…
As long as Mr. White set his mind on a girl, he could certainly bring her ho.
He had that kind of capital.
Mr. White continued, “Thank you both for your kindness, but I haven’t co across the right person yet.”
Deborah said, “Yes, this kind of thing can’t be rushed. It depends on fate.”
She wondered what kind of fairy would be suitable for the eyes of the 9th son of the White family.
Deborah was very curious.
Not long after,
Sylvia Thompson changed into fresh clothes, redid her makeup, and ca over with sothing in her hands, “These are cookies I made myself, everyone please have a taste.”
These bear-shaped cookies were decorated with cranberries on top, looking quite nice.
Deborah imdiately picked up a cookie, “Sylvia’s hands are so skilled, not like my daughter, who can only eat but can’t do anything else. If she gets married in the future, she will definitely be despised.”
Sylvia humbly said, “Isla is very talented. Last ti, our professional course teacher praised her.”
As a mother, who doesn’t like others praising their daughter?
Upon hearing this, Deborah smiled very happily, “Well, she’s just a little clever.”
Then Sylvia handed the cookie over to Viola Thompson. “Sister, you should eat so too.”
“Thank you, I’m allergic to cranberries.” Viola Thompson declined.
Allergic to cranberries?
Sylvia raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, she had heard of people being allergic to alcohol but never to cranberries.
Viola was clearly trying to embarrass her on purpose.
Sylvia said, “Sister, just try one, there won’t be any problem. I didn’t put many cranberries.”
At this mont, Mary Perryne spoke, “Sylvia, even if an allergic person eats a little bit, they won’t feel well. Let it go. Just don’t put any cranberries next ti.”
Don’t add cranberries next ti?
What did Mary Perryne an by that?
Even if Viola was really allergic to cranberries, it was her problem and had nothing to do with her.
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