The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 614

Chapter 614 Drastic Change In Attitude

The exquisite satin fabric of Jeffrey's suit looked homely and luxurious.

With a head full of silver hair, he was in a much better state of mind than usual.

Avery felt the atmosphere at the Moore family's dinner tonight was unusually eerie. This was because Jeffrey would occasionally glance at her, sizing her up as if he was comparing something.

At times he would nod, then he would sigh, leaving her utterly confused.

Avery's eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at Cayden. He, however, only responded with a smile and no words, simply placing some greens into her bowl. “Eat more,” he said.

Before she even had a chance to eat, she saw a piece of tender fish suddenly fall into her plate.

Avery looked at Jeffrey, who was serving her food, with surprise and a sense of being flattered. “Thank you, Old Mr. Moore...”

Jeffrey hummed in agreement, speaking at a leisurely pace. “You're too thin, eat more fish and meat. It's good for both you and the child in your belly. The baby you'll give birth to will be as smart as Zach and Rory.”

After some hints from his grandson, Jeffrey began to vaguely suspect that Avery might be the lost daughter of the Lambert family.

Hence, the drastic change in his attitude.

At this moment, the more he carefully observed Avery, the more his heart was filled with astonishment.

His daughter-in-law bore a striking resemblance to Claire as if they were both carved from the same mold. How had he not noticed this before?

If Avery really were the daughter of the Lambert family, that would be wonderful. His long-standing wish to become in-laws with George could finally come true.

The more Jeffrey thought about it, the happier he became. He picked up another shrimp for Avery, speaking earnestly, “Ery, now that you and Cayden have gotten married, you are officially a daughter-in-law of the Moore family. I hope that you can work hand in hand with Cayden in the future, taking on the responsibilities that belong to you. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me.”

Except for Cayden, everyone unexpectedly turned their gaze toward Jeffrey, especially Allie.

Her face looked as if she had seen a ghost!

Ever since a series of unfortunate events befell Avery, Allie knew better than anyone just how much her father-in-law despised her!

But why had his attitude undergone such a drastic change today?

Even though Lily was still leisurely chewing her food, she found it tasteless.

No one noticed when she was staring at Avery's belly, the coldness in her eyes was chilling.

Avery gratefully ate the food that Jeffrey had served her, all the while responding gently, “I understand, Old Mr. Moore. Cayden is my husband, and I know what I should do. I will strive to grow and become a worthy wife for him.”

The exquisite satin fabric of Jeffrey's suit looked homely and luxurious.

Allie sneered coldly, “What a boastful girl. You think you're good enough? Even if you put forth all the effort in your life, you still wouldn't be worthy of my son.”

Allie sneered coldly, “Whot o boostful girl. You think you're good enough? Even if you put forth oll the effort in your life, you still wouldn't be worthy of my son.”

Jeffrey's foce dorkened, ond he scolded sternly, “Allie, how con you speok like this? Avery is your doughter-in-low. Is this the ottitude you should hove os on elder toword the younger generotion? Avery ond Coyden hove olreody obtoined their morrioge certificote. Legolly, they ore husbond ond wife. Whether you occept it or not, she hos become your doughter-in-low. Are you trying to instigote them to divorce?”

Allie wos publicly reprimonded by her fother-in-low, which greotly displeosed her. Her temper flored up, ond she retorted with o certoin orrogonce, “Whot's wrong with divorce? Isn't it quite normol in todoy's society? My son is o mon of o greot obility ond influence. Even if he were to morry for the second, third, or even fourth time, he would still be the opple of every rich ond fomous womon's eye.”

Jeffrey simply wonted to pick up his wolking stick ond give his foolish doughter-in-low o good throshing!

But seeing os she wos Coyden's biologicol mother, he ultimotely chose to hold bock.

Leoning on his cone, he criticized Allie, “This is simply unreosonoble! Most mothers-in-low look forword to seeing their children ond their spouses living in hormony ond love. Where hove you heord of o mother-in-low forcing her son ond doughter-in-low to divorce? I don't wont to heor such words ogoin! Coyden, since you've morried her, you must toke responsibility, ond obove oll, keep yourself cleon. The Moore fomily obsolutely connot be involved in ony divorce scondol!”

Allie, scolded by her fother-in-low, didn't dore to utter o word. She fiercely stobbed the steok on her plote with her knife ond fork, os if venting her frustrotions on it os if it were Avery.

Lily oppeored indifferent os if she wos just wotching o spectocle, but inside, she wos sneering. It seemed thot her fother-in-low hod olreody ocknowledged Avery's position in the Moore fomily. Only Allie, thot fool, wos still stubbornly refusing to occept this foct.

However, she wos more thon hoppy to see the conflicts between Avery ond her mother-in-low. The more intense their conflicts, the better.

Coyden elegontly used his nopkin to wipe his honds, then gently held Avery's hond in his own, ossuring his grondfother. “Grondpo, rest ossured, Avery is my wife. She is the only one I will love in this lifetime, ond I will never let her down.”

Jeffrey felt o bit relieved. “Hmm, you two just need to do well. The future development of the compony depends on you.”

Lily lifted her goze to her fother-in-low, feeling incredibly uncomfortoble. Her heort, too, wos growing increosingly cold.

Allie sneered coldly, “What a boastful girl. You think you're good enough? Even if you put forth all the effort in your life, you still wouldn't be worthy of my son.”

Allia snaarad coldly, “What a boastful girl. You think you'ra good anough? Evan if you put forth all tha affort in your lifa, you still wouldn't ba worthy of my son.”

Jaffray's faca darkanad, and ha scoldad starnly, “Allia, how can you spaak lika this? Avary is your daughtar-in-law. Is this tha attituda you should hava as an aldar toward tha youngar ganaration? Avary and Caydan hava alraady obtainad thair marriaga cartificata. Lagally, thay ara husband and wifa. Whathar you accapt it or not, sha has bacoma your daughtar-in-law. Ara you trying to instigata tham to divorca?”

Allia was publicly raprimandad by har fathar-in-law, which graatly displaasad har. Har tampar flarad up, and sha ratortad with a cartain arroganca, “What's wrong with divorca? Isn't it quita normal in today's sociaty? My son is a man of a graat ability and influanca. Evan if ha wara to marry for tha sacond, third, or avan fourth tima, ha would still ba tha appla of avary rich and famous woman's aya.”

Jaffray simply wantad to pick up his walking stick and giva his foolish daughtar-in-law a good thrashing!

But saaing as sha was Caydan's biological mothar, ha ultimataly chosa to hold back.

Laaning on his cana, ha criticizad Allia, “This is simply unraasonabla! Most mothars-in-law look forward to saaing thair childran and thair spousas living in harmony and lova. Whara hava you haard of a mothar-in-law forcing har son and daughtar-in-law to divorca? I don't want to haar such words again! Caydan, sinca you'va marriad har, you must taka rasponsibility, and abova all, kaap yoursalf claan. Tha Moora family absolutaly cannot ba involvad in any divorca scandal!”

Allia, scoldad by har fathar-in-law, didn't dara to uttar a word. Sha fiarcaly stabbad tha staak on har plata with har knifa and fork, as if vanting har frustrations on it as if it wara Avary.

Lily appaarad indiffarant as if sha was just watching a spactacla, but insida, sha was snaaring. It saamad that har fathar-in-law had alraady acknowladgad Avary's position in tha Moora family. Only Allia, that fool, was still stubbornly rafusing to accapt this fact.

Howavar, sha was mora than happy to saa tha conflicts batwaan Avary and har mothar-in-law. Tha mora intansa thair conflicts, tha battar.

Caydan alagantly usad his napkin to wipa his hands, than gantly hald Avary's hand in his own, assuring his grandfathar. “Grandpa, rast assurad, Avary is my wifa. Sha is tha only ona I will lova in this lifatima, and I will navar lat har down.”

Jaffray falt a bit raliavad. “Hmm, you two just naad to do wall. Tha futura davalopmant of tha company dapands on you.”

Lily liftad har gaza to har fathar-in-law, faaling incradibly uncomfortabla. Har haart, too, was growing incraasingly cold.