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Chapter 456
After saying that, she immediately denied it: “No, no!”
*Sweetie, take your time with your struggle. I’ve got a meeting to catch, gotta go.” Rosalynn waved her
hand, grabbed her briefcase, and went into the elevator.
Paige hurried upstairs.
After getting out of her pajamas, washing up, and doing some quick skincare. She didn’t have time to
put on makeup, so she quickly went downstairs.
She just got to the kitchen, when the doorbell rang.
Paige ran over to see who it was, and of course, it was Baillie.
She hesitated for a moment.
Breakfast wasn’t ready yet, so she couldn’t just let him wait outside, right?
She finally relented and opened the door.
“Mrs. Scott, good morning.”
Baillie held a beautiful bouquet of red roses.
“I overslept, breakfast isn’t ready yet…” Paige took the roses, let Baillie in, and apologized as she got
him slippers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBaillie put on the slippers, “No worries, take your time, I’m not that hungry.”
“You go sit in the living room for a bit, I’ll be quick!” Paige went to the kitchen with the roses.
She had thought of so many tasty breakfast dishes last night.
Originally, she was planning to make them by following the recipes.
But now that Baillie was already here, looking at the recipes would make her seem unprofessional.
With no other choice, Paige could only make the occasional breakfast she would make.
Sandwiches and milkshakes.
But even these two, she couldn’t just make them on command.
As Paige was getting the fruits for the milkshake from the fridge.
Baillie came over.
“You don’t need to come over, I got this!” Paige quickly said.
“Let me put the flowers in a vase?” Baillie asked.
Paige nodded, then started searching for a vase: “Now, where’s the vase…
“Here.”
Baillie found it quickly.
“Right, right, right!” Paige nodded repeatedly.
“Mrs. Scott, don’t mind me, just do your thing.”
Paige was always calm and steady while at work.
But her status in the kitchen was quite different.
Baillie trimmed the roses of their leaves and thorns, and occasionally glanced at Paige.
How should he put it?
Her orderly chaos was quite astonishing.
After arranging the flowers, Baillie placed the vase in the living room.
By the time he came back, Paige had already made the sandwiches.
Good, this time the bread wasn’t burnt and the egg was only slightly cracked…
Paige thought it was acceptable.
“All done!”
Paige put the sandwiches and milkshake on the dining table.
Baillie sat down.
She sat across from him, her eyes sparkling.
The breakfast itself was just the kind she would make for Ivy and Cory regularly: easy–to–digest meals.
Ivy always praised it as delicious!<<
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCory wouldn’t say too much, but he would always finish his meal.
Based on her observations, if it wasn’t delicious, Cory would stop eating after the first bite.
Take the breakfast Calvin made, for example.
“How is it?”
When Baillie took his first bite, Paige’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she asked.
“Delicious.”
Baillie nodded, giving her a thumbs up!
Paige let out a sigh of relief.
“Good, good!”
Actually, Baillie wasn’t fond of eggs.
But he still ate all the sandwiches, secretly spitting out any eggshells he accidentally bit into.
He was afraid of discouraging Mrs. Scott’s enthusiasm.
However, the milkshake was completely to Baillie’s taste.
Before leaving, he had two cups.
“Mrs. Scott, how about you move over to my place first? Afterwards, when your dad’s house is
renovated, we can move in together?” After such a satisfying meal, Baillie was starting to get addicted
to the idea of great breakfasts.