Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 184

"Ah, you are Angela. Hi."

Roland's mother was frozen first, then returned to her normal self, and greeted Angela with a smile, "Angela, you are way more beautiful than Susan said. You are not just a beautiful woman; you are a little fairy from heaven!"

Angela smiled, "If it hadn't been for Dr. Roland, I would have called you sister."

"That mouth, that's sweet!"

Every woman liked others to praise her young face. Eleanor happily touched her face, "I insist on doing beauty treatments, and it works somehow!”

Roland coughed dryly, "Mom, it is just normal mutual praise."

"Do I ask you?"

Eleanor snorted at him. And then she looked at Angela again with a smile, "Sit down quickly, Angela. Your Auntie Susan cooked your favorite dishes today, you must eat more later!"

"I'd be doing my stomach a disservice if I ate less of Auntie Susan's dishes." said Angela.

At this time, Auntie Susan ran out of the kitchen with a spoon, "Eleanor, what did you just say?

I didn't hear a word in the kitchen!"

"Nothing, nothing."

Eleanor waved her hand and quickly changed the subject, "Did you bring the fruit, Angela?

You are too polite!”

Angela said, "I just happened to see some fruit on the way and thought they look great."

The meal was ready. And Auntie Susan called for someone to bring out the food.

Angela got up to serve the food. But she was stopped by Eleanor, "You are a guest, just sit here and eat. A girl's hands are not for work, but for beauty!"

"Just wait here, Miss Angela." Roland laughed.

"If you insist on serving food, my mother and Auntie will have to take turns blaming me when you're gone!"

Eleanor was unhappy with his protest, "Don't listen to his nonsense, Angela. I'm not that kind of violent person."

It didn't take long before the table was filled with dishes. As Auntie Susan said, all the dishes were Angela’s favorites.

Angela looked at the table of home-cooked food, and her hand hanging on the right side of her body clenched a corner of her coat.

The only one who could remember what she ate like Aunt Susan was her brother.

"Roland, hurry up and get some shrimp for Angela!"

Under the table, Auntie Susan turned toward Roland's direction and kicked him.

Roland responded and picked up some shrimps for Angela.

"And get more fish for Angela; she likes the fish I made the most!"

Auntie Susan felt that he was not proactive enough, so she kicked him again.

After a few times, Angela didn't hold back and rubbed her right leg that was a little sore from the kick, "Auntie Susan, I just had acupuncture on my right leg today."

Auntie Susan, "..."

Her foot was aiming at the wrong person!

Then she said hurriedly, "Right leg? Roland, hurry up and check it!""

"Let me have a look."

Hearing Angela said that her right leg was kicked, Roland became serious and pulled back his chair. His fingers just touched the edge of Angela's skirt and she dodged it.

Angela looked at Roland who was squatting at her feet, “... It should be fine.

"You're not a doctor, how do you know it's fine?"

Auntie Susan had always been simple and rude. She stepped forward and lifted her skirt up to her knees, "Roland, check it!"

"Where was the kick?"

“The calf." Angela said. "It doesn't really hurt."