Chapter 54
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As usual, Valerie bought breakfast and set it out on the table.
It was still a breakfast wrap for Matthew, but todayâs filling was different, with double layers of crispy. Remembering that he seemed to enjoy the clam chowder from yesterday, she bought him some today.
The crispy texture wrapped in the aroma of oil, Matthew furrowed his brow slightly, but at this moment, with a spoonful of clam chowder, the light soup infused with the fragrance of scallions, it was just right as it entered the mouth. Combining the two, neither salty nor greasy, was quite comforting for the stomach.
As Matthew took a couple of bites, Valerie opened her bag and took out two waffles.
Matthew couldnât help but ask, âArenât you having an eggâwich today?â
Valerie looked puzzled. âI just moved here a few days ago and didnât know the area well, so Iâve been buying eggâwiches for convenience. Why are you asking, Mr. Grant? Do you want an eggâwich?â
âNo.â Matthew immediately denied it. He naturally wouldnât admit that he wanted to try one. When she invited him to try it before, he refused decisively. If he brought it up now, it would be quite embarrassing.
Valerie, however, became serious. Previously unfamiliar with him, she interpreted his slightly darkened expression as a sign of intense anger and would clam up whenever he had that face. Now that they were somewhat acquainted, she understood that his dark expression was merely habitual, and in all this time, he had never truly been angry with her.
So she got the urge to recommend eggâwiches. She chuckled and leaned in, persuading, âMr. Grant, if you keep eating the same thing, youâll get tired of it soon. And for the sake of your health, try other foods too. Eggâwiches are seriously delicious. How about forgetting the breakfast wrap tomorrow? Iâll bring you an eggâwich, yeah?â
Well, she brought it up first! Since sheâs pleading with me so fervently, I guess Iâll have to give her a chance. Matthew maintained a poker face, slowly swallowing his food before saying, âAlright.â
Knowing sheâd persuaded him, Valerie was a bit happy. âThe waffles today were good, too. So, Iâll bring you an eggâwich and a waffle tomorrow, okay?â
âSure,â replied Matthew, wondering, âGiven how much she enjoyed the waffle earlier, they must taste pretty darn good!
He couldnât vouch for much else, but Matthew had grown quite trusting of Valerieâs knack for sniffing out delicious grub. She could always find the good stuffâexcept for latte.
After breakfast, they headed
Ownstairs and made their way to the parking lot, where the Mini awaited.
Matthew took the wheel. Even with the seat
I pushed all the
way back, the driverâs space was a bit cramped for his long legs. But after a few days of getting used to it, he had adapted somewhat and managed to keep it under wraps.
Matthew thought it through. Since Valerie had already met Charles and believed that Charles was his boss, he might as well switch to a spacious SUV. He could have Charles âgiftâ it to him under the guise of a performance reward, so he wouldnât have to endure this junky car anymore.
âWhere are we going now?â he asked.
Valerie remembered Matthew mentioning that he had ordered some seafood and gift boxes. After finding out what kind of seafood it was, Valerie took him straight to the marketâs kitchenware section.
Their home was pretty bare right now, with just an induction cooker and a frying pan she bought last night. They still needed a lot of stuff.
While Valerie was rummaging around, the sales assistant couldnât help but glance over at Matthew.
A man with such aura was a rare sight in a home market, and the sales assistantâs eyes lit up as she launched into a sales pitch.
Matthewâs expression was somewhat unpleasant; he hated noisy people. But the sales assistant wasnât about to let him go easily. Sheâd seen her share of grumpy customers, and at least this man was the bestâlooking among them.
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