Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278 

The atmosphere was very comfortable. 

After chatting for a while, I took out a soft tape measure from my bag to take the measurements of Madam Smith. 

Frank instructed, “Ms. Wilson, make sure to take measurements for Madam Shaw as well.” 

“Sure.” 

The more people, the more design orders–something I was more than happy to accommodate. 

Madam Shaw waved her hand, “I don’t need it…” 

“Grandma!” 

Frank interrupted, coaxing her gently, “If you refuse, it will look like I’m showing favoritism. 

“Alright, alright,” Madam Shaw agreed with a smile. 

Just after finishing the measurements, the butler came to announce that dinner was ready. 

However, Frank received a phone call and had to leave suddenly. Before he left, he handed me a room. card. 

I didn’t want to stay any longer, so I said, “I should be going too. I’ll leave with you.” 

“Charlotte,” Madam Smith called out warmly. “Don’t mind him. Stay and enjoy the meal. After dinner, I’ll arrange for the driver to take you to the hotel.” 

“Don’t be fooled by my grandma’s easygoing nature. She rarely keeps people for a meal.” Frank laughed. How about you don’t disappoint her?” 

I had no choice but to agree. 

The table was filled with a sumptuous array of dishes: half were suitable for the elderly and easy to digest, while the other half included beef, lamb, seafood, and so on. 

Madam Smith sat down first and said, “Charlotte, don’t be formal. Feel like you’re at home and have whatever you like.” 

“Okay.” I smiled obediently. 

Perhaps out of a longing for familial warmth, I was accustomed to being well–behaved in front of kind elders. 

As the meal neared its end, dessert was served. 

I didn’t think much of it at first but realized something was off once it was in my mouth. I discreetly spat it out into a napkin, using two tissues to hide it. 

This scene was clearly seen by Madam Shaw. 

She looked gentle, but unlike Madam Smith’s casual manner, she was somewhat distant with strangers. 

Her gaze softened slightly, and for the first time today, she spoke to me actively, “Ms. Wilson, do you not 

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like yam?” 

“It’s not that.” I smiled awkwardly and explained, “I’m somewhat allergic to yam.” 

Madam Shaw’s grip on her spoon tightened. “Allergic since childhood?” 

“Yes,” I replied honestly. 

Madam Shaw’s eyes suddenly became more affectionate as she said, “My granddaughter is also allergic to yam