Chapter 1782

After she finished singing her own praises, Sheila hurriedly went back to the kitchen.

After setting down his fishing gear, Arnold lazily settled himself on the couch, waiting for his pot roast.

In no time, Sheila emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of rice and pot roast. The meat was so tender that it practically fell apart when touched by a fork.

“Dad, give it a taste. How is it? I just learned to make this for you.” Sheila coaxed him.

Arnold, ravished by hunger, didn’t think twice. He picked up the pot roast, blew on it to cool it down, and took a mouthful.

It wasn’t bad at all.

do have a knack for cooking. In

by her father’s praise, frowned at the mention of cooking more.

favorite dishes, I can learn to cook them for you from time to time. But if you’re asking me to cook every day, I just can’t do it. I have to go for auditions, and I need to take care

irked Arnold. “You’re still thinking about acting? What did I tell you on the phone? Get a down-to-earth job and stop dreaming about being a

I used to be famous, remember? You were happy then. Why won’t you

support you?

now. Besides, I hear Ellinor’s husband, Mr. Blanchet, disappeared years ago. Ellinor is just a widow in the Blanchet family. Without Mr. Blanchet, the Blanchets hold no regard

taken aback by the news of Mr. Blanchet’s

irritation. “Alright, alright, spare me the drama. If you want to act, then act. But the day you can’t make a living

mother, Tracy,

at the door.” Tracy bustled in, not noticing that her husband and daughter

cleared her throat to draw her mother’s

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