Chapter 312

Tara cast a fleeting glance at Owen and saw that he did not have any intention of saying anything before introducing him. “This is Owen Jackman.

He’s the dean of our research institute as well as my senior brother.”

Sophie nodded in realization. “Oh, the dean. I didn’t expect you to be so accomplished at such a young age. Is it okay if I call you Little Jackman?”

Little Jackman?

Tara paled and was about to speak when Owen nodded with a smile. “Of course, Auntie.”

She found it difficult to say anything at the sight and held a bowl, and whispered, “I’ll serve the rice.”

Then, she lowered her head and hurried away.

Sophie’s gaze bounced between the two, slightly vague. She most likely had guessed something in her heart.

She smiled courteously. “Our Tara is a great girl, but now that she’s grown up, she doesn’t tell us, parents, a lot of her worries. Little Jackman, how old are you this year?”

Owen smiled politely. “I just turned twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-seven!”

Sophie took a deep breath, thinking to herself, “His family background must be extraordinary for him to become a dean at twenty-seven.’

She looked at Owen again and saw that he was well-dressed, handsome, and had an elitist aura to him. He was the type who people would have a favorable first impression on at first glance.

Sophie’s heart could not help but be in high spirits. She laughed. “Your research institute must have it tough, isn’t it, studying all kinds of diseases all day?”

Owen replied honestly, “It’s not that bad. Fortunately, we have it much easier than clinical practice. Researching medicine is also to be able to better benefit mankind, so it’s not hard work.”

The smile on Tara’s face broadened at his answer.

“That’s because you’re young and promising.”

Owen grew slightly embarrassed. “You’re praising me too much, Auntie.”

Before long, Tara served the bowls of rice. She took one look at her mother and asked crossly, “Mom! Why are you asking so many questions?”

Sophie was stunned before she glared at Tara. “Little Jackman came to visit as a guest. What’s wrong with just asking a few questions?”

Then, she turned to Owen. “Little Jackman, don’t you think so?”

Owen naturally smiled politely and nodded. “Yes, it’s fine. If Auntie wants to know anything, just ask.”

His words caused Tara’s hand holding the chopsticks to tighten slightly. Her heart stuttered and panicked.

On the other hand, Sophie was very happy to hear his words. She laughed again. “An old lady like me is a little long-winded but I hope you don’t mind.”

Owen responded with a courteous smile. “Of course not, Auntie. Auntie is very warm, like the elders in my family. I like it very much.”

Sophie’s smile almost spread ear-to-ear at his words.

Seeing her mother’s happy state, Tara’s eyes flickered and she grew even more flustered.

Her face grew slightly weird, somehow feeling that this scene looked like introducing a partner to her parents.

However, at the thought of Owen’s attitude and identity, and her own identity, those thoughts instantly cooled down as if splashed with ice water.

Sophie did not know Tara’s thoughts and was simply very satisfied with the way Owen answered her questions. “I knew that you were a good boy at first glance, unlike those slick and greasy little boys out there. You’re not married yet, are you?”

Owen answered honestly, “Not yet.”

The smile on Sophie’s face became brighter and she nodded her head repeatedly. “That’s good, very good.”

Tara could not bear to watch any longer and glared at her mother before shouting, “Mom, it’s time to eat.”

Sophie paused, feeling somewhat embarrassed at Tara’s indignant gaze, and said nothing.

She smiled apologetically at Owen. “Little Jackman, come, eat. Try it and see if auntie’s cooking is to your liking.”

Owen nodded and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.

The meal was very silent and awkward. No one spoke except for Sophie who occasionally asked a few questions and Owen who answered all of them.

Owen finished eating quickly and said very politely, “I’m full. You take your time eating.”

Sophie was slightly stunned. “Why are you eating so little? Do you think Auntie’s cooking wasn’t good?”

Owen quickly shook his head. “No, Auntie’s cooking is delicious. It’s because I left late and already ate in the morning, so I’m not very hungry right now.”

The way he explained earnestly made people feel that he was sincere and not trying to be glib at all.

Sophie nodded in understanding. “Oh, if that’s the case, then just eat your fill.”

After a pause, she took another glance at the absent-minded Tara across the table and smiled. “Well, since you’re full, you can chat with Tara for awhile. Don’t mind me.”

Owen naturally agreed with her suggestion and looked at Tara.

However, Tara pouted with dissatisfaction. “Mom, I’m not full yet!”

Sophie shot her a look and chided her. “What do you mean you’re not full yet? Look at how much weight you’ve gained. Eat less and think of it as a diet! You don’t look like you have much of an appetite anyway, so don’t force yourself and go ahead and talk to Little Jackman for awhile. I’ll clean up here.”

Then, she drove Tara off the table.

Tara, “...”

She was almost certain now that she was not Sophie’s biological daughter.

Owen could not help but smile at the exchange. “It’s okay. Let Tara continue eating. She’s not fat either. I can wait until she finishes eating before we talk.”

A certain someone readily listened to his words. Tara’s heart trembled like a deer bumping around.

She buried her head even lower, feeling a burning line of sight staring at her even without looking up.

Naturally, she could not stomach any more food and took a deep breath. “Forget it, I’m not eating.”

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Owen was startled, not understanding what went wrong again.

Sophie smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. She hasn’t been in a good mood these days. Don’t take offense.”

She was in a bad mood? Owen’s expression changed.

He could not help but remember what happened the night before yesterday. Was she in a bad mood because of that night?

So, she was angry!

Thinking about this, he could not help but smile bitterly again. It was only right that she would be angry since he was at fault.

At this thought, he forced a smile at Sophie and said, “It’s okay, Auntie. I’ll go and see her.”

Sophie nodded and waved. “Go ahead.”

Owen then went upstairs and chased after Tara.

When he reached upstairs, he pushed open the door. It had been left unlocked by the other party on purpose.