"Oh, you don’t like Claire!"
Jocelyn Sterling smirked and said deliberately.
"Fine, I’ll ask Steven if he likes that girl Claire, anyway, I don’t have just one son. As long as Claire can be my daughter-in-law, I don’t care which son she marries!"
"Mom..." Bianca Everett frowned deeply, pressing her lips tightly together.
Seeing him anxious, Jocelyn’s smile grew even brighter. She intentionally ignored him and took Serena’s hand, speaking gently.
"Serena knew you were coming home today, so I made a whole table of your favorite dishes! Come on, come on, let mom take you home to try her cooking!"
Serena nodded obediently, "Okay."
Jocelyn patted Damian Quinn’s hand warmly, "Damian, you come too. You must be exhausted after such a long journey, so stay the night and get some good rest today!"
Damian naturally agreed with his future mother-in-law, "Alright, I’ll do as Auntie says."
Jocelyn was extremely satisfied and led them by the hand into the living room, completely forgetting about Ivan Everett.
"Honey, wait for me..."
Ivan Everett trailed pitifully after them, feeling very wronged.
He could accept his beloved daughter taking the top spot in his wife’s heart, but not Damian taking the second!
The sadness was immense...
"Serena, try this. I remember you love this dish."
Elliot Everett was the first to pick up some Kung Pao chicken for the girl.
"Serena, Second Brother remembers you ... Try some quickly!"
Steven Everett and the others also eagerly competed to pick food for Serena, each wanting to prove they were the dear sister’s favorite brother.
"Serena, try what Third Brother picked for you first!"
Niall Everett quickly added, "Serena, try what Fifth Brother picked for you first; I know your tastes best!"
Their antics left Jocelyn unable to help Serena with more dishes, so she could only glare at the five boys, then turned with a kind face towards Claire Keaton.
"It’s Claire’s first time visiting, so eat plenty and see if my cooking suits your taste."
To Claire, her precious one’s family was her family too, so she behaved exceptionally sweetly.
"Auntie’s cooking is amazing, I love it. I wish I could come over for meals every day!"
Jocelyn was thrilled by the compliment and, smiling widely, picked up food for her with the communal chopsticks, "Then it’s a deal, you must visit us often in the future!"
Bianca Everett raised his hand to stop her, "Mom, she doesn’t like shrimp..."
As he said that, he naturally selected dishes Claire liked for her.
Seeing this, Jocelyn exchanged a glance with Serena, flashing a knowing smile.
Tsk tsk tsk, he says he doesn’t like her, but he knows her preferences so well!
Let’s see how long Third Brother can keep denying!
"Claire, if you like Auntie’s cooking, then become Auntie’s daughter-in-law! Auntie promises to cook different dishes for you every day!" Jocelyn joked.
Hearing the words "daughter-in-law," Bianca freezed, and his cool, fair face flushed red. He quickly interrupted her.
"Mom, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Jocelyn laughed mischievously, "I didn’t say Claire would be my third daughter-in-law, Bianca, why are you blushing?"
Bianca Everett: "..." was speechless.
Jocelyn laughed even more happily, casting a glance at Bianca as she continued, "Claire, what do you think of Steven?"
Claire’s gaze fell on the Bianca beside her, her eyes filled with a playful gleam, and she deliberately nodded with a smile.
"Second Brother is certainly great!"
She really does have her eyes on Second Brother!!!
Bianca’s handsome face tensed, looking inexplicably aggrieved.
She used to say she liked him, and now she likes Second Brother.
"Claire, since you think Steven is good, then maybe..." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI(F)ire.net
Before Jocelyn could finish her sentence, Bianca interrupted anxiously.
"Mom, it’s time for dinner, let’s eat quietly!"
Bianca’s reaction was seen by everyone, who all shook their heads with amusement.
Third Brother is usually cold and indifferent to others, except for family and close ones, but this situation had caught them by surprise!
Clearly, he cares deeply, but insists on acting indifferent, yet one light sentence from her throws him into a panic.
Tsk tsk tsk, poor Third Brother, being toyed with in the palm of her hand!
After dinner, Serena returned to her room. Just after stepping out of the bathroom, there was a knock at the door.
The door opened, and the cool, noble man appeared, holding a glass of milk.
"Darling, drink the milk."
Serena nodded casually, "Okay."
Watching the girl take the milk, Damian naturally picked up a towel and gently dried her hair, moving with practiced ease.
After Serena finished drinking, she lazily leaned on the couch, enjoying the man’s service.
"Darling, once your hair is dry, go to bed early."
Hearing this, Serena looked up at him, "I’m planning to go to the lab later."
"It’s too late now, and you’ve been on a plane all day, you’re already very tired." Damian lowered his voice gently, coaxing her, "Get a good rest today, go tomorrow, alright?"
Serena pursed her lips, frowning slightly.
"Be a good girl, listen."
His deep, magnetic voice carried such charm, making it impossible to refuse.
Serena pressed her lips together and nodded in compromise, "Okay."
Seeing the girl agree, Damian’s lips curled up, "Your hair’s already dry, time to get ready for bed."
As he spoke, the man naturally led her to the velvety bed.
Seeing he had no intention of leaving, Serena lazily raised an eyebrow.
The man replied confidently, adopting a leisurely demeanor.
"Darling, is there a problem?"
Serena glanced at him and spoke slowly, "Aren’t you afraid my parents and brothers will find out and break your legs?"
The man chuckled softly, his mesmerizing eyes fixed on her, smiling so charmingly it was irresistible.
"Would my little darling bear to see her brother’s legs broken?"
The man’s smile grew even more alluring, his deep, magnetic voice slowly resonated.
"With my little darling looking after me, what do I have to fear, brother?"
"Do you know what that’s called?"
Serena lightly tapped his cheek with her slender finger, her eyes lifting in a lazy tilt.