My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess novel Chapter 134

Peaceful and Elegant 

Peaceful and Elegant 

The one who had been secretly spying on her seemed to have lost interest. and disappeared. 

Lucille raised an eyebrow. 

She threw her backpack to her feet, then turned to look at the two–story villa next to Madam Grant’s house. 

That was her grandmother’s old house, 

In her memories, the house was peaceful and elegant. However, since no one had lived there for decades, weeds had grown all over the yard. The gate of the courtyard was covered with rust, and there was a piece of broken glass from the window on the first floor. It looked dark and eerie. 

Lucille’s gaze darkened. 

With her level of knowledge, she could clearly tell that someone had snuck into the old house. 

There was a vague black mark on the window, which was a footprint left by someone when they jumped in through the window. 

Someone was sneaking into her grandmother’s house. Why? 

Could it be that her grandmother had left behind something that others. still remembered? 

Many thoughts flashed across Lucille’s mind. 

In the end, she could only pretend as if nothing had happened. She picked. up the backpack on the ground and walked into the room that Madam Grant had prepared for her. 

The room was not big, and the furniture was very old and basic, but it was spotless everywhere. Obviously, much attention had been put into cleaning. 

Lucille poured herself a glass of water. 

Not long after, someone knocked on the door. A childish voice was heard. from outside the door. “Are you resting, Lucille? Mom asked me to tell you to come downstairs for dinner.” 

“I’m coming.” 

Lucille opened the door and walked out. 

The little boy in front of her was at most seven years old. He was gentle and well–behaved, looking fair and clean. He seemed like an amiable 

person. 

He was likely Madam Grant’s son, who had just entered elementary school. 

Lucille asked, “What’s your name?” 

The little boy answered obediently, “My name is Eason Grant.” 

“Eason. That’s a good name,” she praised. 

Lucille stroked Eason’s head with a smile and said, “Let’s go eat.” 

On the table, four dishes and one bowl of soup had been prepared. 

There was duck soup, half of a braised duck, two plates of vegetarian dishes, and some stir–fried vegetables. 

The fragrance filled the air. 

Madam Grant had prepared three plates for them. With some embarrassment, she said, “I’m not sure if you’ll like it, Miss Lucille.” 

“It smells good. I’m not picky when it comes to food.” Lucille sat down on the stool and took a bite. The taste was unexpectedly good. 

Seeing that she was quite satisfied, Madam Grant finally let out a sigh of 

relief. 

During the meal, Lucille noticed that both Madam Grant and Eason only ate the two vegetarian dishes. They didn’t touch the soup and meat at all.