Chapter 136 Evident Match-making

Marshall was off duty on time in the afternoon and directly drove to the old house.

He stopped in the parking lot and slowly went towards the central house.

He found there were people’s figures in front of the house before he arrived.

What surprised he was that Clara was not leaving.

Mrs. Grant and Clara were sitting on the armchairs in front of the door, with a little table set by the
servants ahead.

There were flower tea, fruits and desserts on the table.

Not knowing what they were talking about, Marshall found his mother suddenly burst out laughing,
joyfully as flower under sunshine.

She was far different from the woman who swept her tears yesterday.

Marshall went forward and said, “Mom.”

Mrs. Grant suddenly stood up when she found her son was here, saying, “You’re back. So early today. I
thought you would be home later.”

Clara also stood up.

Marshall nodded at her to show his greeting.

Clara chuckled in a sweet smile.

Mrs. Grant took his hand and said, “Come on. Let’s get in. You must be exhausted. Dinner will soon
begin.”



Old Mrs. Grant was not in the room. Marshall looked around and asked, “Where is grandmother?”

“Well, your grandmother. She went to attend the party held by the Howard family. It seems she will
arrive home late tonight.”

Old Mrs. Grant was in a good relation with old lady in the Howard family and they usually gathered
together.

Marshall nodded.

Mrs. Grant stood up and waved at Clara. The latter hurriedly came.

Clara hurriedly came.

Mrs. Grant smiled, “She has been accompanying me for a whole day. You’re always busy and I am so
boring at home. I don’t know how to spend time if Clara doesn’t call me when she is free.”

Marshall turned around, looked at Clara and thanked her.

Clara curled up her lip and said, “I get along well with Auntie and like to spend time with her.”

Marshall looked at her up and down and turned to look other places.

Mrs. Grant thought for a while and said, “Well. Let’s call the servants to serve the dishes. Actually, we
have prepared for dinner before you came. Clara is the chef. Let’s try how good she is at cooking.”

After saying this, she took Marshall and went to the restaurant.

Marshall didn’t like the way of his mother’s evident match-making, however, he thought it was not so
bad.

Mrs. Grant had always been treating Clara nicely before he got divorced with Katherine.



Others wouldn’t suspect her if her attitude remained the same.

Marshall got in the restaurant and sat on his place.

Mrs. Grant then went back, took Clara’s hand and took her to the seat opposite to her son.

Clara showed a smile, gentle and mild. Her family educated her really well. She was a lady who knew
how to behave herself in different situations.

The servants slowly took the dishes here.

Mrs. Grant pointed at food in the pot and explained, “It took her more than two hours to cook this dish.
It was a great deal of time for the fishbones to melt. Well, and this, her speciality. And that, that’s a
really complex dish. She has to use water for soaking and has to clean everything in it. It won’t take
long to stir, but the prepared procedures. It’s too complex.”

Marshall stared at dishes on the table and remained silent.

Clara said, “Let’s begin. I can help you to fill the bowl.”

Afterwards, she got up and took Marshall’s bowl.

Marshall was a bit vigilant, however, after frowning for a while, he gradually relaxed.

Nobody spoke when they were having dinner.

The Henderson also had a strict family rule of not allowing randomly talking during eating time. It was
quite like the Grant family.

The atmosphere was similar with thousands of times before with no noise and people had their meals
silently without interrupting each other.



Marshall didn’t have a good appetite tonight. He managed with an effort to finish his meal, then put
down the chopsticks and said, “You can have your meals. I have to go upstairs to tidy my things and
bring them away.”

Mrs. Grant looked at him and said, “You finished your meal really quickly. It took Clara a great effort to
prepare. Have some more.”

Clara hurriedly said, “Never mind. Maybe it doesn’t suit his appetite. I can cook more kinds of dishes. I
can cook them for you next time.”

Marshall glanced at her, turned around and got out of the restaurant.


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