CHAPTER 584
Chapter 584 The initially tasty soup instantly changed its taste. Josiah’s heart constricted painfully. He said, “You will have the chance.”
Meredith sniffled her nose and forced a smile. She said, “Yes. I’ll surely have the chance. Nia is
so strong and such a good child. How could she abandon her mother?”
“Drink up, don’t cry.” Josiah reached out and caressed her head out of habit.
Meredith instinctively cowered back to avoid his hand.
Josiah’s hand was hanging stiffly in mid-air.
This time, Meredith did not put her head forward so that he could pat it. She merely lowered her head and drank her soup.
Josiah was forced to retract his hand back. Seeing how she was in a bad mood, he decided to let it go.
The next morning, Meredith was woken up by a message. She tapped into her chats to have a look. She saw a foreign profile picture from her pathetic list of friends. (Miss Witch, top of the morning to you.) Meredith was speechless. Then only she remembered that he was the young man whose car she wrongfully got in.
He even sent her a message.
Meredith ignored the message and exited her chats.
She got up, washed up, and came out of the bathroom when she received his message again. [Miss Witch, it’s Charlie Larson. Don’t you remember me?]
Charlie Larson. Turns out, his name was Charlie Larson.
Meredith quickly replied, (Miss Witch is busy, please don’t disturb.)
Then, she blocked his contact. She did not forget Josiah’s warning to not have any contact with any other man. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Josiah, that sick man. He would even get jealous of Mister Young, let alone someone young like Charlie.
Before seeing Nia, Meredith did not want to cause further trouble.
On the other end of the line, Charlie realized he had been blocked. His eyes widened. He muttered in disbelief, “How dare she block me. Luckily, I was prepared.”
He found Meredith’s QR code from his albums and added her once again. He did not forget to attach a message, (Miss Witch, please don’t block me. I’ll be good.)
Naturally, Meredith would not reply to him.
“Charlie Larson! Come down!” A woman’s voice came from downstairs.
Charlie lazily replied, “Mom, I don’t want oatmeal or hard boiled eggs or bread.”
“Even if you’re not eating you have to come down!” Mrs. Larson said, “Also, your cousin is here. Come down and have breakfast with him,” Mrs. Larson yelled and turned around to face Josiah, who was seated by the side of the table. She grumbled, “Look at what a spoiled brat he is. Such a picky eater.”
Josiah smiled. “It’s fine. I can eat anything too.” “You can’t give it to him,” Mrs. Larson said, “if one day he returns to Delmas Town, how is he going to have breakfast with his grandmother?” “Mom, Grandma has never asked me to eat those things. You’re the one who’s being nosy.”
Charlie entered the dining hall and sat down on the chair.
Mrs. Larson slapped him on the back of the head. “Don’t you know how to greet your cousin?”
“Hi, Josiah,” Charlie said reluctantly.
Josiah smiled at him and continued his breakfast.
Mrs. Larson looked at her exceptional nephew before looking at her useless son. She could not help but nag, “You should learn more about management from your cousin! Stop hanging about all day long.” “Not interested.”