Brayden turned around.
Olivia walked over, held his hand, and said softly, "Brayden, I really don't care."
She knew why he was in such a hurry to take her back to Paris.
She didn't want him to do this.
Brayden looked at Olivia calmly and told him that she really felt fine.
It was him who was not.
It was him who cared.
Brayden closed his eyes and pulled Olivia into his arms.
"Okay."
Belle received a call from Olivia.
She was busy when she received the call.
Belle handed the documents to her assistant and answered the phone. "Olivia."
"Mom, Brayden and I are back. When are you coming back?"
"You're back?"
Belle looked at the time. It was after four o'clock. It was not even five o'clock.
She wondered, "Didn't you say you weren't coming back for dinner tonight?"
Why were you back so early?
"Well, Brayden's friend had an emergency, so we came back."
"I see. Then I'll hurry back. I haven't even cooked yet."
"It's okay, mom. I'll do it with Brayden. No need to hurry."
"How can this work? I'll be right back."
Belle quickly hung up the phone.
Belle thought of something when she hung up the phone. She called Kingsley to ask if he had time to come back for dinner together.
With his son and daughter-in-law around, Kingsley had to put down his work and go home no matter how busy he was.
But by the time they got home, Brayden had already made dinner.
Olivia had said to make dinner with him, but her hands were injured. How could Brayden let her make dinner? So Olivia stayed in the kitchen with Brayden and watched him make dinner.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was great.
"Oh, I can smell the fragrance."
Belle said as soon as she entered the living room. The nanny hurried over, took the coat and bag from her, and said, "Young Master and Young Madam are in the kitchen."
As soon as the nanny finished speaking, Olivia came out with the dishes.
Belle saw it and said quickly, "Olivia, put it down. Let Mom do it."
With her around, how could she let her daughter-in-law do things?
Belle went over immediately.
Olivia put the dishes on the table and said with a smile, "Mom, go wash your hands and eat. The food will be ready soon."
As she spoke, she looked at Kingsley, who was following behind Belle. "Dad, wash your hands and eat."
Kingsley did not like Olivia, nor did he dislike Olivia. He had nothing to say as long as his son liked Olivia.
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