Chapter 1107: Chapter 1107

Chapter 1107

Just then, there came a knock at the door and the voice of Ayden could be heard. “Mrs. Hartley, Old Duran is back in Riverton. He wants to meet you, if you’re up for it now?”

“Grandpa Duran is back in Riverton?” Cornelia was up and at the door in no time.

She was taken aback when she opened the door to find Grandpa Duran, with his gray hair and kindly face, standing there. “Grandpa Duran, is that really you?” Cornelia said

Grandpa Duran chuckled and playfully tapped her forehead, “I told you when we last met that I took quite a shine to you and that I’d be back soon. Don’t you remember?”

Rubbing her forehead, Cornelia laughed and replied, “Of course I remember. But I thought you were just shooting the breeze, didn’t think you’d actually show up”

Grandpa Duran queried. “You didn’t want me to come?”

Yes, of course Cornelia assured him.

“And do you not like me?” He continued.

“How could I not like you?” She protested.

“So, you do like me?” He pushed further.

“Of course, I like you!” She exclaimed

“That was quick! Almost sounds insincere, don’t ya think?” Grandpa Duran teased.

Comelia was left speechless. Last time they met, Grandpa Duran was all serious and rather intimidating. Now, he was as jovial and endearing as a kid.

“Gotcha hesitating there. Seems like you’re just trying to butter me up” He joked.

“Grandpa Duran!” Cornelia exclaimed, flustered.

“No worries. I’m just pulling your leg I heard you’re having a gathering with your friends, mind if I join in?” He suggested.

Of course, she had to check with the other two. Before she could ask, Rosie and Hannah from inside the room enthusiastically invited Old Duran in, “Sure thing! Grandpa Duran, do come in.”

Cornelia ushered Old Duran in and quickly got him a menu, “What would you like to drink, Grandpa Duran?”

He turned to look at her glass, “I’ll have whatever you’re having”

“We’re having juice, it’s a bit sweet. You might not like it.” She explained.

“Who says I wouldn’t? I might be old, but I’m young at heart. I can handle whatever you youngsters are into.” He countered

Immediately. Comelia poured him a glass of juice, “Try it, Grandpa Duran.”

Old Duran took a sip. It was indeed a bit sweet, but he nodded in approval, “Quite tasty.”

“Do you really like it?” Cornelia asked.

If she recalled correctly, Grandpa Duran was more of a fan of coffee.

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To prove he wasn’t fibbing, he took another big gulp of juice. Despite the sweetness, he still praised, “You youngins sure have good taste. I should learn from you more often.”

His face had turned a little sour, yet he still forced a smile and complimented the drink. Feeling sorry for him, Cornelia said, “I think I’d like some Blue Mountain coffee, Grandpa Duran. Can we have that next?”