The Remorseful Brothers

Chapter 335

Gavin poked his head in from outside. “Mrs. Lewis, take a break! Your room’s all set up now. I just helped Mr. Lewis organize the luggage. You’ve come a long way, and you must be tired.

“My brothers have left for the day. Once Grace is asleep, I’ll make dinner. You two can nap for a few hours before we eat,”

Gavin, with his cager and bright demeanor, seemed so genuine and hardworking–not like many guys these days who shirk responsibilitie

Helena looked at Gavin with great satisfaction. “I’m not tired. I’m just bonding with my little great–granddaughter. It makes me so happy.”

Grace sat in her great–grandmother’s arms, eyes twinkling like grapes, utterly adorable.

Madeline emerged from the bathroom. “How about I cook tonight? Grandpa and Grandma brought chicken and vegetables. from their own garden–fresh and perfect for dinner.

“I’ll handle it,” Gavin insisted, confident in his superior cooking skills. “You focus on making your grandparents feel at home. Let me take care of the chores.

“I noticed their clothes are clean but worn. Make some time to go shopping for new outfits and essentials with them.”

Listening to Gavin’s gentle nagging. Madeline couldn’t help but smile. “Stop worrying about it. Aren’t your injuries bothering you?” She reached over to check on him.

Gavin let Madeline pull him into his room. In the bathroom, he took off his shirt. His back was healing well, with scabs forming and no more bleeding. The cuts on his hand had scabbed over too. Although it looked rough, the healing process was going well.

“Does it still hurt?” Madeline gently touched his skin.

Gavin winced slightly. “Not really, just a little itchy. But I can handle it.” He stayed still, noticing Madeline examining his back. If she wanted to look, he didn’t mind.

ones too. I’ll ask Nolan for some

like that,” Gavin insisted quickly. “I’m healthy and young; they shouldn’t

this deep, it’s hard not to scar. You’re being too

veggies while Gavin brewed mushroom

deliciously inviting

in her stroller by the kitchen door, contentedly gnawing on her finger

golden sun setting through the kitchen window. The warm light bathing the two made their hair glisten as they

at all, while Madeline, expression neutral,

scene was harmonious and

fear even. Normally confident

thought, ‘Could I already be too late? Has my childhood bond and prearranged engagement with

at the

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message: I sent a delivery with gifts for Mr. and Mrs. Lewis. Pick them up at the door

a familiar figure through the convenience store window and walked inside, clutching a

head to toe as a public figure must be–baseball cap, mask, everything. Only his eyes and hands were visible as

you doing here?”

lunch. Been sitting here since, Yohannes

raised an eyebrow. “Why not just ask her right away? Why wait so long? What if she’s too busy later to talk to

we head upstairs and join them for dinner?