Crossroads

Chapter 148

Thanksgiving with the Wellingtons was quite similar to how ordinary families celebrated it. The relatives gathered for a big meal and snacked some stuffed turkey or roast to mark the occasion.

But this year was a bit different compared to previous ones.

“Stephanie, what’s with your stuffed roast? Why are the fillings coming out?”

Vincent’s parents had recently traveled abroad, so he was left to spend the holiday alone. Naturally, he rolled over to Wellington Villa to join the

festivities.

He stared at the stuffed roast on the plate for a long time, deeply puzzled.

This thing. Did you make it? Is it even edible?” he asked, utterly astonished.

“You don’t have to eat it!” Stephanie retorted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger.

She wouldn’t tell them that her original plan was to butterfly and flatten the roast evenly for a uniform thickness, ensuring the stuffing could be spread evenly and rolled tightly. However, the fillings ended up squishing out due to applying too much force. Faced with the lump of fillings in her hands, she simply placed them on top.

“This is the ugliest stuffed roast I’ve ever seen.” Vincent couldn’t hold back and laughed heartily.

has a lot

character. Vincent

bread crumbs, herbs, and vegetables, Sandra chuckled as she brought over some fruit from the kitchen. “Mrs. Wellington spent a

were you thinking? Giving this

darkened. “Vincent, you’re such a

precious pieces of meat from the table and threw it forcefully at the laughing Vincent across

entered from the main door to the primary residence. Their noisy laughter had been audible even from outside. So, a familiar, low

turned

back on

his gaze

confrontation with Vincent

front of her respectfully, sitting more

head, she glanced at the three women.

politely, then pressed her lips together and decided to

candles, filling the entire house with a faint sandalwood

feel calm and related

sat there feeling awkward because everyone was silent, just sipping their coffee. It

a walk outside in the pavilion, but just as she was about to stand up

in confusion. “What are you doing?” she asked in a