A Love Trap novel Chapter 384

Chant had already expected Andrew to answer like that but he was still a little irked when he finally did hear it.

'Is he my grandson?

Is he really my grandson?' Chant angrily thought to himself.

He suddenly quickened his pace.

Andrew and Ashley slowly followed behind.

Andrew asked, "What did you do in there?"

Ashley replied, "I played Go with Grandfather. He is really good at it."

Andrew said, "Well."

After lunch, Chant asked Andrew to go upstairs with him.

Ashley helped Bertha wash the dishes in the kitchen.

Bertha was happy to find that Ashley was not only kind but could also cook.

She had gotten to know Ashley more when they talked.

Andrew had a weak stomach. Bertha thought most of the food outside were either unsanitary, expensive, or just basically not delicious at all.

As much as Bertha wanted to take care of Andrew, he wouldn't let her. All she could do was worry about him.

Bertha had practically raised Andrew herself and she treated him as her own son.

Andrew was already 30 years old and this was the first time he had brought a woman home. Bertha, Porter, and the others couldn't help but be anxious.

However, they were very pleased to find that Ashley was a lovely girl.

Bertha said, "Mrs. Ashley, you can go and relax. I'll just be here."

Ashley said, "It's fine. I don't have anything else to do. I can help you here."

After washing the dishes, Bertha took Ashley to the second floor.

They went to the second room on the left which used to be Andrew's bedroom back when he lived here.

Bertha said, "Mrs. Ashley, this used to be Mr. Andrew's room back when he lived here. We had to clean it every day back then so that it wouldn't be dirty. We just cleaned it today so you can rest here with Mr. Andrew."

Bertha took Ashley to Andrew's old room.

Ashley said, "Okay. Thank you, Bertha."

Bertha said, "All right. I'll be downstairs. If you need anything, just call me."

Ashley nodded.

After Bertha left, Ashley walked into Andrew's bedroom.

The bedroom looked exactly like she had imagined Andrew's room to be.

There were only two colors in the room, black and white. It looked dull and serious. She walked over to the French window and opened the curtains to let the sunshine in.

Ashley narrowed her eyes. After a while, she closed the French window. It got too hot if it was opened for too long.

Andrew's bed had white sheets, white pillows, and white quilts.

It looked very soft and comfortable. Ashley couldn't help but lie down. It was as soft as she had expected.

Ashley lightly closed her eyes, suddenly feeling a little sleepy.

Meanwhile, Andrew and Chant were sitting in the study on the second floor.

Chant took a sip of tea, looked at Andrew, and said, "Care to explain?"

Andrew said with much doubt, "What do I need to explain?"