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Chapter 64 Breakfast and Bruises

Chapter 64 Breakfast and Bruises

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Gillian hadn’t expected to be carrying on a civil conversation with Tristan of all people, especially looking the way he did.

Mabel came over carrying a plate of breakfast, and her smile turned soft the moment she saw/Gillian was

“Gillian, go brush your teeth, sweetie. Grandma made meat pies.”

“Sure thing, Grandma.”

The aroma of Mabel’s rose-petal pies had Gillian’s mouth watering. She had craved this one bite for eight long years.

“Be right there.”

Tristan watched Gillian, the same person who had nearly stared him to death moments ago, bloom into a soft, delicate smile. The total drop in hostility left him momentarily at a loss for words.

He silently picked up his fork and went back to eating. He didn’t know exactly what had happened, but he and Gillian clearly had bad blood between them.

By the time Gillian sat down at the table, Tristan was already nearly done with his food.

She didn’t acknowledge him. She just took her seat and started in on her pies without a word.

The juicy meat filling had been pan-fried in warm oil until golden, then folded into Mabel’s secret sauce.

All Gillian knew about that sauce was that one of the ingredients was dried rose-petal threads.

The crust was a flour-griddled wrap, with layers of meat sauce and pastry pressed together and folded into the shape of a rose.

Drizzled with that secret sauce, the smell alone brought tears to Gillian’s eyes.

“Look at you, sweetie. Is the pie too hot?”

Mabel saw Gillian’s tears welling up and rushed over in concern, pressing a cup of warm water into her

hand.

“Here, take a sip. Tell Grandma, did you burn your tongue?”

“No, it’s not the heat.”

Gillian took the cup and set it down by her hand.

She gave in and took another big bite. “Grandma, they’re just so good. I haven’t had these in forever.” “Listen to yourself. It’s only been three days. You miss them this much? You’re a married woman now, but you still act like a child who never grew up.”

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Mabel carefully pried open a bit of the filling with her fork and gave it a taste. Definitely not too hot

She set her fork down with a smile. “If you like them, have plenty. It’s still early. You don’t have to clock in until eight. You broke ground on the whole back yard yesterday, so I’ve got my work cut out for me today.”

“Grandma, take your time. Just plant two rows.”

“All right, whatever Gillian wants. Two rows it is.”

Mabel’s wrinkled hands wiped down the table with a dishrag, and then she headed back toward the kitchen. From the way her shoulders moved, her mood was clearly bright.

Tristan frowned as he watched Gillian chatter and chew at the same time.

Her table manners weren’t exactly polished, hardly what you’d expect from the daughter of a great family.

“Gillian, your grandmother says you broke ground on the back yard yesterday, and I happened to be buried in that very yard. So you’re the one who attacked me? Why would you bury me in the dirt?”

With no rage clouding him now, Tristan came across as level-headed and composed.

Gillian didn’t answer right away. She just kept on eating her pie at her own pace.

These pies lost half their flavor if you didn’t eat them piping hot.

A silence settled over the living room.

While she ate, she studied Tristan and noticed the massive bruise across his forehead.

That probably explained the amnesia.

She had already pinged Sylas while brushing her teeth and asked him to drive last night’s medical van over to check whether Tristan had really lost his memory or was running some kind of con on her.

Gillian wiped her mouth and dialed Lucian’s wrist terminal.

The call connected almost immediately.

A face cold enough to scrape paint off a wall filled the screen.

“Ma’am, you’re not contacting the commander. What can I do for you?”

Lucian hadn’t expected the payback for the trick he pulled on Gillian last night to land this fast.

Sitting next to him was Merrick, who had already checked his terminal half a dozen times that morning. Everyone in earshot knew he was waiting for word from Gillian.

So why was Gillian’s first call going to Lucian, of all people?

Merrick caught Gillian’s voice through the speaker, and his icy glare snapped straight to Lucian.

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A chill ran straight down Lucian’s spine. Gillian had ruined his little brother, and now she was coming for him. The Lawson family must have some kind of grudge with her from a past life.

“I’m not calling Merrick. I’m calling you.”

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