CHAPTER 387

Chapter 387

I was about to refuse, but after hearing his words, I accepted, joking, “So, there was a time when you treated money like dirt?”

I sneered inwardly, ‘Now, you won’t wake up early if there wasn’t a profit in it, but back in the day, you’d hand out a house just like that.’

Gregory arched an eyebrow, “Thanks for the compliment. After all, I did take quite a few treasures from you back in the day.”

‘That’s just staying true to your roots, I guessed.

After slipping into some house slippers, he wheeled his luggage into the bedroom. “I’ve got all the basics covered, but take a look around and see if there’s anything else you need.”

“Sure.” I nodded, looking around, feeling an unexplained sense of security I hadn’t felt in a long time.

The early spring sunset streamed in.

He leaned against the door frame, casually asking, “Can we continue? What else did you find out in RiverCity?”

“This.” I pulled a rabbit–shaped pendant under my shirt, “You recognize it, right?”

“Of course.” His expression tensed slightly, “You’ve been wearing it all this time?”

I said, “Yeah, not long after I saw you in RiverCity, my aunt gave it to me.”

“Unbelievable.” He scoffed playfully, pinching my cheek hard. “Who taught you to hide it so well?”

Many things wouldn’t have been so complicated if he had seen it earlier.

He had pinched my face out of shape. “I didn’t realize it was so important.”

“You’re killing me.” He let go, giving me a sideways glance. “So, what about the pendant?”

“There’s a ‘Taylor‘ engraved on the bottom,” I turned to Gregory, “Do you know where this pendant came from?”

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“It was a gift from your mom, Susan, when you were born.” Gregory furrowed his brows, recalling, “About this Taylor‘, we asked Ramona about it. She said Susan was from the Taylor family.*

I was confused. “But Susan didn’t take on the surname Taylor.”

Gregory cleared my confusion. “Susan took her mother’s surname. Something happened back then, and after she married into the Myers family, the Taylor family cut ties with her.”

The more I heard, the more puzzled I became. But still, I felt that Susan couldn’t be my biological mother.

Gregory chuckled lightly, straightening up. “No rush. The truth will come out eventually.”

I smiled back. “Yeah.”

Rushing wouldn’t solve anything. So much was buried in the past. And uncovering it wouldn’t be easy.

I glanced at the clock. “How about I treat you to dinner?”

“Ding dong.” Just as I finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

Gregory opened the door, took two bags of fresh fruits and vegetables from the delivery guy, and walked toward the fridge, asking, “How’s Bryant’s cooking?”

I didn’t think much before honestly answering, “Pretty good.”

Thanks to Margaret’s training, Bryant did have quite the skill in the kitchen, though I didn’t enjoy it much.

“Oh, is that so?” Gregory casually responded, asked me what I wanted to eat, and stored the rest in the fridge.

I walked over. “Let me do it.”

Gregory didn’t seem like the type to cook. The last time I was at his place, the kitchen was as clean as a showroom.

Not sure what I hit a nerve on, he glanced at me, his tone lazy, “Afraid I’ll poison you?”

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“Of course not.” I lied through my teeth, “Your cooking skills look Michelin star level.

He seemed pleased with that response, nodding toward the living room. “Then go lounge on the sofa, sit, lie down, whatever you want, and wait for

dinner.”

“Okay.” With the way he talked about it, I thought tonight’s dinner was a sure

thing.