She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 898

Hank didn't answer immediately. He glanced toward the half-open kitchen door, watching Giselle bustle around inside.

He pulled his gaze back and looked down at Gigi, appearing deeply conflicted. "I would love to, but I'm worried your mom will say no. She really doesn't like me."

"You're our hero! Mommy won't hate you." Gigi immediately furrowed her little brows, putting her hands on her hips in a confident stance. "I'll go talk to her!"

Hank offered a weak smile. "You're such a good girl. I'm counting on you."

Empowered by her mission, Gigi trotted into the kitchen and wrapped her arms tightly around Giselle's legs. She looked up. "Mommy! He's so pitiful. Can we let him stay for dinner? Please?"

Giselle paused mid-stir, the spatula hovering over the pan. "No. He has his own home and private chefs to cook for him. He doesn't need to eat here."

"Mommy." Gigi shook her legs. "He's sick! He can't eat yucky food right now, it'll make him sicker! Your food is the best! If he eats your food, he'll get better faster!"

Giselle pressed her lips together, looking down at her daughter's pleading face. Gigi looked as though she were trying to save a starving man from the brink of death. Giselle had no idea what kind of nonsense Hank had fed the child.

She desperately wanted to say no, but gazing into those big innocent eyes, she finally relented. "Just this once."

Gigi cheered and ran back to the living room, throwing herself onto the couch. "Sir! Mommy said yes! You can stay for dinner!"

Hank's smile widened slightly. He reached out and gently patted her head. "Thank you, Gigi."

"You're welcome!" Gigi danced around, thrilled that she was doing a good deed.

Watching her daughter's enthusiasm, Giselle took a deep breath and carried the plates out to the table.

The three of them sat around the small dining table under the warm, yellow light, sharing four dishes and a soup.

Giselle kept her eyes on her food, refusing to look at Hank. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pick up his silverware and place a piece of rib into Gigi's bowl.

"Eat up, Gigi."

Gigi happily took a bite, then picked up a piece of meat and dropped it into Hank's bowl. "You eat too! You need to eat a lot so you can get better!"

"What a good girl," Hank smiled, lowering his head to eat the rib.

Staring at her plain white rice, Giselle suddenly lost her appetite.

It wasn't the food; it was the atmosphere.

This man was sitting at her dining table, using her plates, eating the food she cooked, and laughing with her daughter.

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