“Robbie knows five languages,” Charlotte explained with a smile. “He speaks Erihalean and Ferropenian better than I do.”
“What?” Robert was stunned.
“It's all right. The child's intelligence and emotional maturity is at the level of adults,” Danrique plainly explained. “He knows what we're talking about.”
Robert scratched his nose awkwardly.
“You have a good eye.” Danrique looked at Robbie in admiration. “The chef is indeed Chanaean.”
“Mmm-hmm. He's really good.” Robbie nodded in praise.
“Feel free to come for dinner whenever you like.”
Danrique adored Robbie and always spoke to him in a gentle tone.
“Sure. Thanks, Uncle Dan.” Robbie smiled before continuing with his meal.
“Robbie, what are you talking about?”
Ellie looked at Robbie curiously as she didn't understand what they were saying.
“We're talking about dinner...” Robbie filled Ellie in while speaking Chanaean.
When Danrique finished the wine in his glass, he turned to Charlotte. “I have something on at night. Is it all right with you to just give them an answer?”
Charlotte stopped slicing her steak halfway as she knitted her eyebrows. Although she was reluctant to agree to it, she didn't dare reject the proposal in front of everyone.
It would not only humiliate Robert, but also Danrique.
After all, Danrique was the one who invited them over.
Although he had stated that he wouldn't force Charlotte, his support for the marriage couldn't be any more obvious.
“There's no hurry at all.” Sensing Charlotte's awkwardness, Louis helped her diffuse the situation. “Mr. Lindberg, if you are busy, we can talk about this tomorrow. After all, Dad and I will be staying a few days and won't be leaving so soon.”
When Robert gave Louis a look to signal him to stop talking, Louis pretended not to see it.
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