Gigi:
"I’m doing great," Rochelle replied to Theodore.
Then her gaze drifted to the empty chair again.
She subtly gestured for me to bring it up, silently asking where the heck Jaguar was.
I straightened in my seat and began serving food onto Ragnar’s plate. I always served him myself.
It wasn’t something he had ever asked me to do.
I had started the habit on my own.
At first, he found it unnecessary, but eventually he understood it was my way of showing affection.
After that, he stopped arguing about it.
"Theodore, where’s Jaguar? Is he running late? I mean, dinner has practically started already."
As I spoke, a small smile appeared on my face, and the soft laugh that escaped my lips soon after was a clear sign that I was beginning to get upset.
"Um, actually..."
This time, when Theodore spoke up, his words were directed at his brother because Ragnar was now watching him expectantly.
"I told him not to go, but he said his friend was sick. He promised he’d come back, though. I don’t know why he isn’t here already."
Theodore responded while looking between me and Ragnar. He seemed to split his attention between both of us whenever he spoke.
"Did he know there was a dinner planned? That we were supposed to be together tonight?" Ragnar asked.
I knew Ragnar saw this dinner as more than a celebration of his accomplishments.
To him, it was a chance for all of us to sit together as a family.
"Um, I told him. I personally invited him," I spoke up before Theodore could make up an excuse for Jaguar.
I wasn’t about to let Jaguar get away with this. If he skipped my dinner and never showed up, he was going to hear about it.
"And I told him not to go," Theodore immediately added.
Ragnar leaned back in his chair and shook his head.
"Which friend?" he asked.
Once again, Theodore didn’t seem to have an answer. He simply shrugged.
"He was in such a hurry that he didn’t tell me."
Ragnar remained silent for a moment.
"Well, then he’ll be back," Ragnat said.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
What the heck did he mean by that?
It was as if they were taking my kindness for granted now, and I needed to make a point.
"Yeah, he’ll be back. And if he doesn’t, who cares?" I said, forcing tears into my eyes. "I mean, I always make time for everyone in his life. I guess I’ve lost my importance."
I lowered my gaze.
"It’s just that I really like bringing families together, and I’ve always considered you all family. But I can tell Jaguar is getting annoyed with me constantly arranging dinners here."
My voice trembled as I spoke. I took a bite of food while a single tear rolled down my cheek.
I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand.
"Let me call that asshole," Theodore grunted.


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