Chapter 435

Chapter 435

I was tricked into visiting my future mother-in-law. And now, we’ve turned into a small family! Please,

our relationship isn’t progressing that quickly!

Ellen looked over to North, who had been playing with the little orange cat. Then, she smiled warmly.

“My dear grandson, what is your name? Come here and let me hug you.”

“Grandma, my name is North Maxwell.”

Her smile widened. “Oh, my. Come here, North. Let me hold you.”

Thus, he walked over. Naturally, he didn’t put his entire weight on her. Instead, he symbolically

embraced her. “My grandson is so handsome! You look just like your daddy when he was younger!”

Olivia found herself speechless. This mother-in-law of mine is really going overboard with her

compliments! How can my son possibly take after her son?!

“Grandma, don’t you think I look like you too?”

Ellen was beside herself with joy upon hearing those words. “Haha… you’re right! You look like me

too!”

On the other hand, Olivia stared at North speechlessly. Look at how hard that little b*stard is trying!

When he starts sweet-talking somebody, he will sweet-talk them without reservation as long as he can

get away with it! I can still barely accept hearing the words ‘like your daddy’. To be honest, I find that

Eugene and that bratty son of mine are inexplicably similar sometimes even though I can’t tell exactly

how they’re alike. It’s probably the influence they have on each other after living together for a long

time. Don’t they say a couple starts resembling each other after living together for a long while?

Perhaps it works for fathers and sons too. Still, what the hell does he mean by he looks like his

grandma too?!

Hugging the little guy, Ellen asked, “What do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll make it for you.”

North mulled over it briefly then said, “I want to eat spicy crayfish!”

She replied, “Sure! That’s one of my specialty dishes!” Then, she stood up. “Olivia, do you have

anything you want to eat?”

Olivia thought to herself, A person who can’t cook doesn’t have the right to be picky. “I’m good with

anything.”

“Okay then. Why don’t the two of you wait here while I prepare dinner for you!” Ellen said as she

headed into the kitchen.

However, Olivia suddenly panicked for some reason. What should I do? I’m the girlfriend of her son! It’ll

be bad if I don’t help her out in the kitchen, right? But, I really can’t cook! Sh*t; why isn’t Eugene back

yet?! Thus, she was conflicted over whether she should go over and make a fool of herself in the

kitchen or just wait to eat once the food was ready. At worst, I’ll be labeled as rude for not doing

anything anyway.

To her surprise, North walked into the kitchen and tugged at Ellen’s clothes with his small hands.

Widening his large, black eyes, he asked, “Grandma, can Mommy bring me outside to look around?”

Ellen smilingly replied, “Sure. Go on then. Don’t go too far, alright?”

When Olivia heard those words, she was so touched that she nearly shed tears. After that, she stood

up and walked outside with the little guy. Stroking his head, she asked, “Son, why did you suddenly

think of asking me to come outside with you?”

North had a speechless look on his face. “It’s not like you can just wait around idly for the food to be

ready. However, if you went into the kitchen, you’d make a fool of yourself because you can’t cook.

What else would you do if you don’t come outside?”

At first, she thought her son was being considerate of her. Unfortunately, his words made her feel as if

her self-esteem had taken a beating. “Sigh. It’s not like I can’t cook at all, okay? Didn’t you say that the

food I cook is delicious? How can you change your mind so quickly, you hypocrite?!”

He retorted, “Mommy, not everybody can appreciate your cooking. Uncle Eugene and I consider your

cooking delicious because we love everything about you—both the good and the bad!”

She was not convinced by his explanation. “Who said that? Didn’t Brian say that it was delicious too?

He finished my pickles in soy sauce as well as my sesame noodles!”

He stopped in his tracks; his gaze was cold as he looked at her. “Why don’t we go back then? You can

go and help out in the kitchen.”

Olivia said nothing. Is he trying to threaten me? “You don’t even consider yourself an outsider, do you?

How can you call her ‘Grandma’ so familiarly?”

North looked at her. “If I don’t call her ‘Grandma’, am I supposed to call her ‘Mrs. Nolan’ like you?”