"Sir, Ma'am, Mister Sherman, dinner is ready."

Polly brought out the last dish from the kitchen. The aroma wafted through the air from afar.

"It smells so good. Nothing beats the food you cook, Polly," said Sherman as he helped his grandmother to the dining table. That night, it would only be the three of them-Sherman and his grandparents- dining.

"Come back more often, then. I'll cook delicious meals for you every day," said Polly as she served soup to their bowls.

"Yes. If you want to eat Polly's food, come back more often. She loses motivation to cook when you're not home," added Chelsea.

Polly smiled. "Your grandparents have smaller appetites now, and more so your mother. Only your father eats more. You, Mister Sherman, tend to eat the most."

"The more you eat, the more accomplished Polly feels," Roger chimed in. "Mm, the soup today is really flavorful! Sherman, remind me to have Polly prepare a container for you to take home. You can heat it for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Polly frowned slightly. "I can cook another batch if Mister Sherman wants to drink it. This soup won't taste as good tomorrow morning."

trouble yourself. I'll come back home myself if I want more

to the office, he finally managed to put the matter behind him. He decided to find a woman to fake a marriage with, at least to reassure

parents.

criteria was easy to meet, but he could not guarantee

abundant. After Sherman had repeatedly taken down the photos of him and Claire holding hands, no one dared to openly post them

like a

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he would face her again. 'Is it necessary

knew the answer, he did not want to believe it. He did not want

was why she invited me to the movie that day. She wanted to pave the

words she spoke during their time

Since her unpleasant parting with Sherman that day, she had not contacted him again. She did not know if she should take the initiative to ask him

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