Christopher couldn’t stop frowning.

Why did Astrid come back right now? I heard she worked as a war correspondent for a few years.

Christopher typed out a reply: I’ll do my best to be a good friend to her.

Osvald: It’s up to you. I just want you to keep an eye on her. That’s it.

Christopher let out a cold snort.

Is he saying that I’m overthinking?

Christopher went to watch the live stream and happened to see Kathleen bringing Astrid to their rooms.

“This is your room. Nancy and I are living on this floor, so if you need any help, just let us know.” Kathleen was both gentle and thoughtful.

Astrid chuckled. “All right. This is my first time on a variety show, so I’m completely baffled. Please let me know if I do anything wrong!”

“This is my first time, too.” A smile nudged Kathleen’s lips. “We can learn together.”

“Sure,” Astrid replied cheerfully. “I worked as a war correspondent overseas previously. A year ago, a grenade splinter cut across my forehead, and I nearly lost my life. I was traumatized and ended up coming home.”

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment.

She actually didn’t want to ask personal questions, for she knew how to respect someone else’s privacy.

Now that Astrid chose to reveal everything herself, Kathleen had to play along. “You did great.”

“If I don’t do it, someone else will,” Astrid responded. “It might be dangerous, but I think it’s a meaningful job. Compared to normal jobs, I think mine is far more significant.”

“Every job has its own significance,” Kathleen told her.

Astrid met her gaze thoughtfully. “You’re right.”

“Let’s head down to join everyone downstairs.” Kathleen smiled.

Astrid nodded and reached out to take Kathleen’s hand. “Oh, your hand is soft, unlike mine. I didn’t get to take care of my hands previously, so they are pretty rough.”

Kathleen’s lips curved. “You can start now. Your hands will be like mine soon.”

you say.” Astrid’s lips

them headed down the

uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words.

way, too! She seemed to be mocking Kathleen! But

into her words. She was just lamenting how hard her life used to be. I can’t believe you interpreted her words that

identity outright so

anything wrong with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her job was

her job was tough, but there was no need for her to insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job has its own hardship. We all work our asses off

she commented how soft Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her hands are rough

began arguing

comments as his expression

went

would be coming for

mention how special the

at that piece of

“Kathleen, who do you

head. “I don’t

thought you’d know who

as she replied, “Why

her a sidelong

prepare dinner alone

hesitated for a

might suggest otherwise, but I’m a great

good wife and mother? Is that something

will be tiring if you handle everything alone. You and Kathleen should

cook. I shall take the opportunity to learn from her!” Astrid agreed readily. “Kathleen, please teach me

our own signature dishes for dinner,” Kathleen suggested nonchalantly.

pause, Astrid replied,

her with a grin. “I promise I’ll teach

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

at Astrid and

that, Kathleen turned around and went to the

Astrid went after her.

kitchen. I just realized that

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