Just after they were done serving dinner, Sheena and Carle arrived.
When they saw the six dishes and soup on the dining table, their eyes lit up in delight.
"Smells good! Just to my liking!" Sheena could not help but exclaim.
She changed her shoes into a pair of indoor slippers, washed her hands and sat at the dining table. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she sighed in satisfaction. "I didn't eat at home because I got into a fight with my family. I didn't expect that fight to be a blessing in disguise!"
Rachel sat next to Sheena and asked curiously. "Why did you fight with your family?"
Elisa took off her apron and walked toward them. She saw Rachel and Sheena sitting next to each other.
She could only sit opposite Sheena.
Carle went over and sat next to Elisa.
Sheena picked up her chopsticks and spoke irritably. "Well, they wanted me to get married to unite our family businesses. I told them not to do so, and that I would never do that. But they insisted that I must, for I was born into the family and I have enjoyed all the wealth my family had provided me over the years. They said it was time I paid them in return. What nonsense is that? Did I get to choose my family at birth?"
Sheena was really furious, she almost swore.
Carle looked at her and suggested. "You should move out for the moment to avoid them. Don't go back and fight with them."
Sheena pursed her lips. She raised her eyes and looked at Carle. "Sigh. I would rather marry you. I'll definitely agree to an arranged marriage to you. I'll be free too."
Carle's smile froze for a moment. Then he smiled. "My father did not arrange any marriage for me though. He gave me the choice."
Sheena snorted. "I know, I know. I was just joking. I know your heart is taken."
Elisa could not say anything.
Rachel quickly coughed lightly. "Hey, let's stop talking about those unhappy things. Let's try Elisa's cooking!"
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