Chapter 512
“Grandpa’s social circle consists entirely of men. He has no female friends. He typically spends his time with Dorian, playing chess, enjoying coffee with old war buddies, and occasionally going horseback riding” Percival abruptly fell silent
“Dorian isn’t seeing any women, but remember what happened last time? He fell head over heels for someone online and almost flew out to meet her. If we hadn’t intervened, who knows what kind of trouble he would have gotten himself into Odalys retorted.
Percival twitched his mouth at the mention of Dorian’s online romance. The image of that day in the hotel flashed through his mind. The person Dorian had been in an online relationship with was a brute! His legs were as hairy as a bear’s, and yet Dorian was still smitten with him.
“Percival took a sip of coffee, deciding it was best to keep his grandpa under supervision, perhaps even confining him to the house.
“It was wiser to stay out of this romantic crisis. After all, Dorian had Odalys to help him through the last one. But what if Evander ended up sleeping with someone? He would likely be fine given his current health, but overexertion could be disastrous
“It’s futile. A person’s struggles are preordained. What they’ll do, who they’ll encounter, and what will transpire have all been predetermined. I’ve always advised him not to leave the house or interact with anyone except for those involved with Magic Entertainment or Stewart Villa
“But didn’t he accidentally go through the Time Tunnel the last time he drove to see us? We couldn’t have predicted that, and we can’t control what might happen now.” Odalys reminded him.
“If everything were preventable, then nothing would be predestined or a tribulation. Wouldn’t getting rich be easy if everything could be changed If everyone could alter their fate, wouldn’t poverty cease to exist!
“Wealth and poverty had historically maintained a certain balance: the rich provided employment, while the poor driven by ambition or necessity. contributed their labor. This interdependence, where each group relied on the other, was essential for societal order and stability.
“No matter how many bodyguards you send, they can’t follow him to the bathroom, right?” Odalys continued.
“Percival’s lips parted, but no words came out.
At this time, the waiter came in with the dishes and knocked on the door of the private room.
“Come in,” Percival said in a deep voice.
“The aroma of the food from the dining car the waiter pushed in was overwhelming, and Odalys suddenly felt her hunger pangs return.
“The food on the table was simple home cooking, ordinary but really appetizing. Some wealthy people preferred extravagant–looking dishes, but they found it hard to enjoy this humble meal.
Odalys Stone grew up in the mountains and preferred simpler meals over delicacies, and now Percival’s tastes seemed to align with hers after they
met
“There’s also pozole,” Percival said
When she heard him say pozole, Odalys’s eyes instantly lit up.
Pozole was a Mexican delicacy, made from hominy with chicken or pork, and can be seasoned and garnished with shredded lettuce or cabbage, chili peppers, onion, garlic, radishes, avocado, salsa, or limes.
The lid was opened, and a fragrance filled the air.
“How did you know I love this?” Odalys stared at the food, her eyes lit up.
After serving the food, the waiter quietly walked out
Percival stood up, rolled up
up his sleeves, and filled her bowl with pozole.
“Last time, after you and Grandpa finished dinner and were sitting in the living room watching TV, I saw your eyes light up when you saw this delicacy on TV, so I guessed you must like it. Dorian has tried to learn it a few times before, but without success, Percival explained.
Odalys couldn’t help but feel deeply touched as she listened. Everyone seemed to be trying hard to make sure she ate and drank well, but she was completely unaware of it. Thank you” Her voice was a little hoarse.
“Although Percival had never asked anything from her, her happiness seemed to be his priority. It wasn’t about pleasing her or needing her, he
simply desired her well–being and a comfortable life. He wished for her to have a little more happiness, but it seemed like no matter how much he gave, it was never enough.
“He worked late to spend time with her during the day, but the truth was, his high position in the Stewart family kept him incredibly busy, even if she couldn’t see it.
“I’ll go call them back for the meal,” Odalys remembered that the others had gone next door to go over the script.
They seemed to have a tacit understanding that they wanted to give the couple some space, so they found an excuse to go to the next room.
“No need, I just texted them. Percival pulled her down to sit downL
Odalys was surprised that he was so thoughtful. As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
They walked in quickly with their scripts in hand. Smelling the delicious aroma in the room, they hurried in, pulled out their chairs, and sat down “It smells so good! I think I’ve put on weight though, maybe two pounds. My agent will kill me.” Freya rubbed her stomach
“Despite her words, she couldn’t resist the allure of the delicious food and immediately dug in with her fork.
“Celebrities often talked about weight loss and strict diets, but they didn’t always practice what they preached. Put a delicious meal in front of them and see if they could resist. It was not effective to go to the gym immediately after eating anyway.
“Maybe not, but the director told me I’m perfect as I am. He said I’ll look even better in an evening gown once I fill out a little more,” Selah agreed. “You can’t pull off the look if you’re too thin. I need some curves to show off my beauty.”
“Haha, cheers. As if she had found a kindred spirit, Freya hurriedly clinked glasses with Selah.
“Stellan, Percival, and Francis were discussing men’s topics, while Odalys concentrated on her meal until Freya nudged her arm.
“Hmm!” Odalys looked up in confusion.
