Chapter 147
Shortly past five the next afternoon, Kingsley’s flight landed.
He wasted no time, instructing the driver to head straight to the family estate the moment he stepped out of the airport.
As the car drove into the familiar courtyard, Old Mrs. Sherwood came out upon hearing the noise. Seeing it was him, a flicker of surprise softened the corners of her eyes. “Just back from Switzerland p>
Kingsley handed his travel-worn coat to a servant who rushed up to greet him, nodding. “Yes, I came to see you as soon as I got off the plane p>
In the dining room adjacent to the living area, Susan was leaning over, arranging flowers. The silver shears hovered in mid-air. Hearing the servant’s whispered report, she set down the flowers and scissors and walked slowly into the living room. With a faint smile on her lips, she spoke softly. “You’re back p>
Kingsley gave a noncommittal hum, raising a hand to point at two gift bags on the coffee table. “I brought a necklace for you, and the other is for Grandma p>
“What does it matter what I wear at my age?” Old Mrs. Sherwood scolded lightly, though warmth shone in her eyes. “Next time, don’t waste money on me p>
“It’s not a waste,” Kingsley said, leaning against the arm of the sofa, his tone casual. “You can pass it on to your grandson’s wife later. It’ll be perfect p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood’s eyes lit up, and she asked with a smile, “Why? Is there someone special p>
Kingsley avoided the question, shifting the subject. “Isn’t Big Brother seeing someone p>
Mentioning Bacchus, Old Mrs. Sherwood’s brow immediately furrowed, her tone full of exasperation. “Meeting twice a month-you call that seeing someone? It’s no different from meeting a stranger! Expecting him to bring home a granddaughter-in- law? Unless the girl chases him relentlessly and clings to him all day, maybe then there’s a sliver of hope p>
She sighed heavily, mocking herself slightly. “What sin did I commit in a past life? Neither of you gives me a moment of peace p>
Just as she finished speaking, footsteps sounded from the
entryway Bacchus, dressed in a
Cusp administrative jacket and net
carrying a briefcase, walked in with a faint smile. “My ears were burning at the door. Talking about me p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood glanced at him sideways, scolding, “You have time to come
home, but no time to take a girl out for a meal? Am I not allowed to talk about you p>
Bacchus smiled, handing his
briefcase to a servant, and sat down
next to Kingsley with upright
posture. honestly can’t think of a
suitable reason to ask anyone
Besides knowing Kingsley was
but.
back it’s good for the family to eat together p>
Leaning back on the sofa, Kingsley only hooked his lips in a smirk, saying nothing.
Old Mrs. Sherwood wasn’t buying it. She huffed, “Eating a hundred meals with him won’t help. Is he more important than finding a girlfriend p>
At that moment, Susan walked over carrying freshly brewed tea, placing a cup gently in front of Old Mrs. Sherwood. “Mom, have some tea first. Marriage is about fate. When the time is right, it will happen p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood took a sip, her brow still furrowed. “He’s thirty-two already. If he doesn’t hurry up, he’ll be thirty-five in the blink of an eye p>
“It’s fine,” Kingsley suddenly spoke up, his tone nonchalant. “Even if Big Brother is forty, there will still be people fighting to have him. It just depends on whether he’s willing p>
“If nobody wants you when you’re young, who wants an old geezer of forty!” Old Mrs. Sherwood retorted immediately.
Kingsley raised an eyebrow at that, teasing, “Seems you’ve been watching a lot of videos lately, Grandma. You even know the slang term ‘old geezer p>
“Don’t manage me!” Old Mrs.
Sherwood glared at him, then abruptly changed the subject. “You were in Switzerland for so long, what did you do? Did you go harass Lucy again? Kingsley, you truly have no shame p>