After getting in his car again, the middle-aged man respectfully said to an old man sitting in the back, "Mr. Richards, everything is settled now."
The old man sitting in the back was none other than old Mr. Richards. He was on the way to visit Hamish.
Old Mr. Richards grunted, "I seem to know her. Was that Starry?"
Erik Francis nodded, "Yes, she is Ms. Bradley."
Old Mr. Richards frowned, "Does Hamish really like her so much?"
Erik lowered his head, not daring to answer.
Old Mr. Richards sneered coldly, "Drive."
Then, he added with anger, "What a bad taste!"
Starry did not know the real identity of Hamish, neither did she know that his grandfather was sitting in the car in front just now.
Yet, even if she knew everything, according to her, old Mr. Richards was only a newly acquainted elder.
Hamish had just lay down on his bed, taking a rest, when the doorbell rang again. He thought it was Starry again and she must have left something in his apartment. Then, he quickly slid into the t-shirt that he had just taken off and got up to open the door.
When he saw old Mr. Richards standing outside, his expression changed a little, "What brought you to my humble home!"
His words kind of irritated old Mr. Richards, "Stop your nonsense!"
Hamish yawned and walked inside.
Grunting, old Mr. Richards followed him, "Such a small house! Not even a place for a guest."
Hamish just took two bottles of water out of the fridge, and when he heard his grandfather's criticism, he put the water back, "Then, why don't you wait for me outside..."
"Hamish!"
Old Mr. Richards scolded coldly.
Hamish sneered, "We are not in the Richards house now and your shout won't scare anyone."
Old Mr. Richards was infuriated, "You'd better never come back!"
Then, he stood up and left.
Leaning against the sofa, Hamish did not give a response.
Then, old Mr. Richards paused before he walked out of the apartment. He turned around and glowered at Hamish, "If you dare to be with Starry, you will never be welcomed home again!"
Hamish pouted and looked old Mr. Richards in his eyes, "You shouldn't be worried about it since this is my home now."
Hamish's words further infuriated old Mr. Richards and sped up his pace to leave.
It was lunch time.
Hamish kept his words to go to Starry's home for lunch.
Starry had just finished cooking when the bell rang. She put the dishes on the table before she went downstairs to open the door.
Once in the garden, she saw Hamish standing outside with a box of cherries in his left hand.
Starry opened the door and took a glance at the box of cherries, "You bought this?"
"A gift from a friend."
He answered honestly.
Starry grinned and then led the way into the villa.
She had prepared 4 dishes for this lunch.
Although Hamish was thin, he indeed had a big stomach.
Starry served him a portion of dessert after they finished their meal, "Maybe you can have a try."
Hamish's eyes rolled and then moved to the dessert, "Thanks, Miss Bradley."
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