âItâs okay, Grandma. Itâs no trouble for me at all, Yvette said casually.
Marthaâs heart swelled with affection. âMy precious Yvie, you donât need to tire yourself out for my sake. I can manage my cravings and skip die pastries for now.â
Victoria felt ignored as Martha showered Yvette with love and affection. Hence, she couldnât help but say, âMrs. Quinn Senior, Yvie is actually the owner of Crown Bakehouse.â
âWhat?â Marthaâs eyes widened in surprise before quickly turning to pure delight. She clasped Yvetteâs hands while exclaiming, âYvie, youâre the owner of Crown Bakehouse? How wonderful! Iâm in for such a treat!â
Yvette smiled warmly. âGrandma, you can have anything from Crown Bakehouse delivered to you whenever you like from now on.â
Martha beamed with joy. âYouâre giving me special privileges! You must stay for dinner, Yvie. I have so much to talk to you about.â
Yvette nodded with a smile. âOf course.â
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Feeling overjoyed, Martha hurried into the kitchen, instructing the staff to be extra careful with dinner prep.
As soon as she left, Wilson took Yvetteâs hand, their fingers naturally intertwining. His deep, soothing voice whispered in her ear, âDonât feel pressured by what Grandma said.â
He didnât want Yvette to feel any pressure about their future. Even if they got married in a few years, he wasnât in a rush to think about children. Her happiness was his priority.
Yvette nodded and replied, âI know.â
Yvette didnât mind as she knew Martha hoped for a large, bustling family, full of children and grandchildren alike.
Meanwhile, knowing Yvette loved spicy food, Martha had made sure the dinner table was mainly covered with fiery dishes. There were only a few light dishes prepared.
After looking at the spread, Victoria glanced nervously at Wilson. âBut Wilson canât eat spicy food.â
He canât eat spicy food?
Yvette turned to Wilson, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. Since theyâd started eating together, he had always joined her for Southwichian cuisine.
Noticing her gaze, Wilson grinned and ruffled her hair.
âItâs okay. I can handle my spice,â he said reassuringly.
A gentle warmth flowed through Yvette, intensifying the flutter in her heart.
âThatâs right! A husband and wife should have matching tastes.â Martha laughed as she happily piled more grilled chili peppers on Wilsonâs plate. âCome on, eat up! Youâll grow to love it!â
Wilson glanced at the mountain of peppers now filling his bowl and clenched his teeth slightly in resignation.
Only his grandmother would do this to him.
âGrandma, thatâs enough. Donât give him any more,â Yvette spoke up.
âOh, look at that! Yvie is worried about him.â Martha chuckled and continued, âOkay, Iâll stop since Yvie is looking out for Wilson.â
A smile blossomed on Wilsonâs face, warmth radiating from his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curling upwards. Yvette was worried about him.
As Victoria watched their exchange, her appetite waned. Aliceâs words replayed in her mind.
Not only was Wilson gentle and indulgent with Yvette, Jasper also seemed to hang onto her every word. Martha adored her, too.
Victoria felt like an outsider, completely out of place.