After saying that, he set Eunice's gift down next to Charles, and then invited her to sit at the table and looked at us as if nothing had happened. He said, "Why are you staring at us? Eat your food!"
I stared back at him nonchalantly. I got up and poured a glass of water for Charles. Then I said, "Uncle Charles, have a glass of water."
Charles took the water, the anger apparent on his face. He stared at Aaron with his sharp eyes as if he wanted to beat him up. Aaron didn't care at all.
He ate as if nothing had happened. It was a family dinner, and Eunice had shown up at the wrong time, which was why Uncle Charles was angry. How could Aaron not know? He knew better than everyone else, yet he still did it.
I suppressed all my words and didn't speak.
After a while, the sound of the engine came again from outside. I was a little surprised. Was there anyone else coming?
It was Yana and the housekeeper who came in. She came with the child. Hearing the noise, Charles left and took the child from the housekeeper. A smile appeared on his stern face.
"In the future, we will send a driver to pick you up.
It is not convenient to come over with a child after all." Charles spoke to Yana.
Yana's gentle voice came, "It's not far, just a few steps. I called you and asked you to eat first instead of waiting for me. Yet you still..."
Then she stopped mid- sentence, because her sight had fallen onto Eunice and Aaron. Obviously, she was very surprised.
However, it was only for a split second. She composed herself and the smile reappeared on her face. She looked at me and said, "Arianna and Mr. Roberts are also here. I left too late, and there was a traffic jam along the way. I'm truly sorry for being late."
During the meal, everyone felt uneasy. It was definitely not a light- hearted family dinner as originally planned. Yana went to feed the child, and I asked the servants to distract Eunice while I took Aaron to the backyard.
I said, in a bad mood, "Aaron, are you out of your mind? Why did you bring Eunice here at this time?"
He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the wall. With his hands in his pockets, he looked at me and said, "She’s my girlfriend, can't I bring my girlfriend along? This is a family gathering. She will become my family sooner or later. What are you afraid of?"
I looked at him and felt a little speechless. "Are
you serious?"
He nodded. "I'll marry whoever I want in the end. What's wrong with Eunice? She's pretty, and her family background is simple, not so complicated. If I marry her, at least she won't have the guts to mess around with me."
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