Chapter 337

Irene then asked, “Do you boys want something to drink?”

Stan said nothing–he was fine either way.

James refused politely, “I’m afraid there’s still work tomorrow. Boozing might complicate things.”

Irene did not try to push him–it was just a question..

That was when James’s phone rang, and he moved to the living room to answer the call.

Irene glanced at him, thinking to herself just then that James was more prudent and sharp than Stan.

If she wanted to find out the identity of the woman Isaac kept in his heart, she would have to find out from Stan.

Pushing a plate of Mrs. Watson’s signature dish to Stan, she smiled. “Here: Mrs. Watson’s finest Chilean sea bass, and it’s even better than what they serve at fine dining restaurants. Have some.”

Stan was actually overwhelmed, and quickly ate–it was certainly great.

“Oh, it’s fantastic,” he praised endlessly.

she asked, “How long have you been

mumbled as he munched on food, “It’s

everything about him, don’t you?”

nodded. “More or less.”

exactly young, so how many girlfriends did he have

while before saying, “Mr. Jefferson had never been in a

she was trying to trick him into

saying was

honest when I say that Mr. Jefferson has

chewing on a piece of eggplant just then. “Is

Stan was speechless.

as appetizing as they had been

wouldn’t tell me about his private life, but I still know enough because I’m always with him.

still bearing the injury from saving

skeptical. “Really?”

answered simply.

relaxed, worried that he had misspoken.

never flirted, and always ignored the many ladies who tried to woo him. There was even a time when I wondered if he didn’t swing that way, or was simply wired differently… That is, until he met you. Since then, we realized that he’s fine, but simply hasn’t found the right

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