When Ashley and Andrew sat on the sofa, Andrew immediately noticed that Ashley was being stiff. He pinched her hand and asked, "Are you nervous?"
Ashley glared at Andrew and replied, "Yes. This is the first time I'm meeting your grandfather. How could I not be nervous?"
Andrew seemed to be in a more relaxed mood than Ashley.
Andrew comforted Ashley, "Don't worry. They're all very nice."
Soon after, Bertha walked out of the kitchen holding two cups of coffee. She placed them in front of Andrew and Ashley.
"Mr. Andrew and Mrs. Ashley, here's your coffee."
Andrew took the cup of coffee and had a sip.
Ashley seldom drank coffee. As she drank the coffee, she thought it was too bitter and didn't like it.
She noticed how easily Andrew was drinking his coffee and thought if she should be more like that.
'Well, I bet he drinks a lot of coffee that he doesn't mind that it's bitter anymore, ' Ashley thought inwardly.
Bertha, who was standing aside, noticed that Ashley wasn't drinking her coffee. She commented, "Ashley, you don't like the coffee?"
Ashley quickly waved her hands and said, "No, no. I just don't want to drink it right now."
Bertha lightly said, "Mr. Andrew likes his coffee really bitter. Mrs. Ashley, wait here. I prepared a glass of lemonade for you. It's lovely to drink in this weather."
Before Ashley could refuse, Bertha had already run into the kitchen. Not a minute had passed when she came out holding a glass of lemonade. She promptly handed it to Ashley.
The tall, crystal glass contained clear, yellow lemonade with a single lemon inside. It looked extremely enticing to drink.
Ashley picked up the glass and took a sip. It was cool as it had some ice in it and the blend of both sweet and sour was refreshing.
Ashley said softly, "Thank you, Bertha."
Bertha waved her hands. "You're welcome, Mrs. Ashley. I'm glad you like it."
Ashley flushed upon hearing this.
She bashfully glanced at Andrew upon hearing how Bertha referred to her.
This didn't go unnoticed by Bertha—she smiled to herself.
At that moment, Porter had come back. He announced, "Mr. Andrew, Mr. Lu's here now."
Both Andrew and Ashley stood up. By the door of the villa, there stood an old man who was about sixty or seventy years old. His hair was gray but he didn't look weak. He was wearing a Tang suit and holding a large pair of scissors in his hand. His entire body was littered with leaves as if he had just been to the forest.
When Chant came in, Andrew took Ashley's hand as they walked over to greet him.
Andrew looked at Ashley, gently squeezed her hand and said, "This is my grandfather."
Ashley looked at Chant and greeted him.
Even though Chant's hair was graying, his eyes were sharp as ever. When he looked over at Ashley and Andrew, he had an indifferent look on his face.
"I have to change my clothes first," Chant said to Andrew in the indifferent tone that he seemed to use all the time.
Ashley couldn't take her eyes off Chant. Now she knew why Andrew was the way he is.
As Ashley looked over at Chant, she didn't expect to meet his sharp eyes.
She held his gaze in surprise for a few seconds before turning away.
Bertha greeted Chant. He nodded to Bertha and then went upstairs.
When Chant was already upstairs, Ashley heaved a sigh of relief. She looked at Andrew who was next to her and said in a low voice, "Andy, does he not like me?"
'He looks so strict. It's as if he doesn't like me.
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