Chapter 893
“Thank you, Rachel p>
Those hand-knitted wool socks were a labor of love, crafted stitch by stitch whenever Rachel had free time. They were spun from the softest breathable cotton and embroidered with intricate little wildflowers.
Though they were just socks, they provided a priceless comfort money couldn’t buy.
For the holiday morning, a massive breakfast was a long-standing tradition. Rachel had prepped the ingredients the night before, leaving them in the fridge so everything was ready to hit the skillet at dawn.
Rachel was an absolute culinary genius. She had whipped up three types of gourmet omelets: savory lamb, delicate shrimp with zucchini, and hearty beef with scallions.
Martial artists possessed voracious appetites, and Jordan Ellis effortlessly devoured three plates. “I’m moving in with Mira permanently p>
Owen Lance chimed in with a teasing smirk. “Heartless. So it only took one of Rachel’s meals to win you over p>
Jordan slammed his fork down and immediately chased Owen around the dining
room.
Grandma Eleanor and Rachel watched from the sidelines, fraught with anxiety. “Goodness, that boy is usually so composed. Why on earth would he provoke him like that p>
Mira strongly suspected Owen had done it entirely on purpose.
The bodyguards didn’t dare intervene. Stepping in now would be like pouring gasoline on a wildfire.
“Slip of the tongue! Slip of the tongue!” Owen laughed breathlessly as he dodged another swipe. “My apologies, Master Ellis p>
Eventually, it was Mira who stepped in, looping her arm affectionately through her mentor’s. “Let’s just ignore him, Master Ellis. Neither of us will speak to him p>
As she spoke, Mira shot a covert glare at Owen.
“Exactly. Our Mira is revoking your boyfriend privileges p>
Only then did Jordan finally sit back down, though he continued to shoot lethal glares at Owen.
Grandma Eleanor and Rachel exhaled twin sighs of relief. As long as Jordan wasn’t throwing real punches, everything was fine. Having martial artists truly brawl inside the house would have wrecked the place.
As for smoothing things over later, that would be Mira’s problem to handle.
“Mira, kick him out right now p>
Jordan was ruthless. Today was a major holiday, after all.
Rachel and Eleanor frowned deeply.
If they really threw Owen out into the cold, both older women would be heartbroken, and it would undoubtedly ruin the festive mood.
“I actually have a massive backlog of work to get through,” Mira reasoned smoothly. “Why don’t I just make him work for me instead p>
Jordan mulled it over and decided that was an acceptable punishment. He shot a sharp look at Owen. “Well? Get to work p>
Granted a miraculous pardon, Owen quickly slipped upstairs.
Thankfully, Jordan rarely went up to the second floor. Both his and Grandma Eleanor’s rooms were situated conveniently on the ground level.
After breakfast, Mira turned to the group. “Anyone up for cards or just chatting? Maybe a movie p>
Since they weren’t leaving the house today and there was no immediate threat, the bodyguards had retreated to play poker Grandma Eleanor and Jordan settled into the sunroom, chatting idly as they basked in the morning light.
Rachel lingered to chat with them for a bit before heading to the kitchen with Martha to begin prepping lunch.
With everyone happily occupied, Mira seized the moment while her mentor was distracted and sneaked upstairs to find Owen.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, talking to him like that,” she scolded softly. “There’s a time and place for jokes p>
Owen was currently lounging on the second-floor balcony, eyes closed as he soaked in the sun. Clearly, Mira’s excuse about backlogged work” had been nothing but a convenient tie.
“I wasn’t wrong, was I? You make him millions, and we practically have to beg him to visit on a normal day. But one meal from Rachel and he comes running p>
“He was just bantering. You know he only rushed all the way out to Aethelgard
because he was worried sick about the Ghost-Needle threat p>
“Isn’t looking out for his student part of the job description p>
Mira felt a wave of helpless exhaustion. Sometimes, dealing with the two of them
was exactly like dealing with a bickering father and son.
“Keep being stubborn like this,” she warned, “and I’ll stop covering for you p>
“Please, don’t do that, my lady. I leave smoothing things over with the master in your extremely capable hands p>
That old man was definitely not someone to trifle with.