?Chapter 1452


    Aforting and cozy air weed Justin home. It was a stark contrast from the chilly outdoors, hitting Justin on a deep level.


    He stared nkly at the scene before him, his heart pounding even harder.


    The living room was bustling with activity. Amelia and Roza, who had not seen each other for a long time, were chatting happily on the sofa. Arnold, who had studied abroad, was now home, sitting on the sofa, chatting happily while cing chopped vegetables on the skewers.


    It was a joyful sight.


    Meanwhile, Asher, who had not showcased his skills in the kitchen for a long time, was deftly cooking while Ralph helped to prepare the secret BBQ sauce.


    Axel and Steven were at the table, preparing the meat skewers, while stealing nces at their crushes in the living room. Their eyes were watching the girls like hawks.


    It was understandable for Steven to be worried about his girlfriend, but Axel''s eyes remained fixed on Roza, who was sitting closely with Arnold and talking enthusiastically.


    Axel took a deep breath, wondering why he felt upset.


    "Dr. Larson, your skewers look so beautiful. You''re really skilled with your hands!" Amelia said as she saw how skillfully he threaded the ingredients together. Each colorplemented the others perfectly, creating a beautiful and harmonious disy, as if they were produced in a factory. She could not stop admiring Arnold''s work.


    "Really? They''re just normal skewers," Arnold said as he hummed a tune casually, ncing at the te absentmindedly.


    He thought, ''Huh. Compared to the skewers threaded by them, my skewers are indeed exquisite.''


    "Look at how I threaded them, all crooked like chicken ws." Roza pouted with frustration.


    Despite being an internationally renowned designer, her hands seemed tock any talent for culinary arts, as if she had been deprived of that skill.


    It seemed like God was fair after all.


    Yet, when it came to her master, Be, it was like God clearly chose a favorite.


    "It''s actually quite simple. Let me teach you. Look, like this, and like this." Arnold leaned in closer, sitting closely next to Roza and Amelia, their heads almost touching.


    The girls followed what he said carefully without realizing that two human surveince cameras were watching closely nearby.


    "Hey, why is our cousin always so smooth with thedies, like a Casanova?" Ralph asked Asher while they were prepping and chatting. "We''re swamped here, but he''s out on the


    balcony chilling by the fire. How can he just lounge on the sofa, talking to those girls? Why isn''t he feeling self-conscious at all?"


    Asher raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly stopped stirring. "Ralph, why don''t you say something to him?"


    After a pause, Asher lowered his thick eyshes and said, "The kitchen is all messy and dirty, but he''s such a clean freak. That''s why I didn''t call him over."


    Ralph was a straight man and couldn''t understand the hidden meaning behind his words, and he just stood there dumbfounded. "Huh...?"


    "Arnold isn''t even part of our Thompson family. He''s a guest invited by Be. It''s good enough that he''s here. Don''t expect too much from him." Asher realized his slip of the tongue and quickly changed the subject, his cheeks slightly flushed.


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    Steven identally broke a bamboo skewer while watching Amelia and Arnold get closer to each other.


    "Ouch... That hurts!" Axel was also distracted and identally pricked his finger with a skewer.


    "You guys." Asher appeared to have a sixth sense, coolly speaking to the two guys who were feeling jealous. "If you''re so worked up, head out to the balcony and help Drew light the fire. Some cool air will definitely calm you down."


    Asher thought to himself, "These two fools. I''m not even jealous, yet they''re getting so agitated.''


    Everyone was busy with their own things, happily enjoying themselves, so no one noticed that Justin and Ian were standing in the hallway.


    "Mr. Salvador... Did wee to the wrong ce?" Ian was dumbfounded, thinking he had traveled back to the Thompson family''s residence in Hatchbay.


    "Huh? Young Master, you''re back!" Wilma stood behind him, holding shopping bags, gently nudging him. "Why are you standing here like a fool? Don''t you recognize your own home?"


    Justin looked at Wilma with a dazed expression, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Wilma, they..."


    "Oh, Young Madam invited some guests over." Wilma chuckled enthusiastically. "She specially hosted this party for you, Young Master. Right after you left, she was on the phone, making arrangements and getting everything ready. She was always busy preparing the ingredients and the food. We didn''t expect many people toe on such short notice, but everyone arrived right on time!"


    "For me...?" Justin''s eyes welled up with emotion, his throat tightening.


    "If not for you, who else would she do it for? She mentioned the uing Shannon case trial and how you''ve been feeling lowtely, so she organized this barbeque to help lift your spirits."


    With a nudge to his arm, Wilma winked and continued, "When you go back to your room tonight, make sure to thank Ms. Be properly. You know what to do, right? You don''t need an olddy like me to teach you, do you?"


    Just then, the hostess, Be, descended the stairs with a radiant smile on her face. Behind her was a delicate young girl wearing an exquisite crystal hairpin and a flowing blue haute couture dress.


    Ian''s eyes narrowed, and he rubbed them quickly. The stunningly beautiful fairy-like girl was none other than Rachel Mead.


    Ian''s lips quivered, and he fought back tears as he saw the stunning Rachel in the hallway.