Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 364

In the winter, Tissote’s skies grew dark rather early. By 6.00 PM, the lights in the living room had to be turned on.

For tonight’s dinner, Elise had prepared some food to be shared with the others at the dinner table. Even though the dishes were nothing but ordinary home-cooked food, they were fragrant and colorful.

As Jeanie sat down at the dinner table, she nearly drooled. “Looks like I’ll be having more servings than usual tonight.”

Robin chuckled warmly in response.

“Good, good. Don’t be a stranger. Make yourself at home.”

“Of course I will. I haven’t experienced such a homey atmosphere in a long time.” All of a sudden, Jeanies throat itched. When she recalled Bertha staying all alone at the Anderson Residence, she couldn’t help sniffling with her head lowered.

Since the rest of them knew what Jeanie had been through, they could only watch on sympathetically without saying anything.

Realizing that she had brought the mood down, Jeanie hurried to tuck her feelings away and commented, “Ah-look at me misspeaking again.

Let’s drop the issue and start eating. We can’t let Elise down!”

“Indeed! One can’t function on an empty stomach. Once you’ve eaten, you’ll find the strength to go up against anything!” Laura hurried to add.

And so, the atmosphere dissolved into harmony once more, with both food and laughter being shared around the dinner table.

It wasn’t until the sound of high heels clicking against the ground that the sound of laughter abruptly stopped.

step of the open doorway was Madeline, staring at the full

mother, and it didn’t seem appropriate to send her away when she had come all the way there. So, left with no other choice,

of introductions and an extra place setting, everyone at the table

Robin treated Madeline as courteously and thoughtfully as he would any

away and that Laura and Robin had only each other to rely on, Madeline imagined the elderly couple was eager to facilitate Elise and Alexander’s marriage. Thus, using that as leverage, she began to approach the topic in a roundabout

she’s still young enough to be impulsive and incapable of looking at the broader picture. I think she still needs to be disciplined by her elders.” Having no appetite for the

expressions sank when they heard

so that she could

days. The times are different now. There’s nothing we as elders can do but put up with it. Now, Mrs.

on Madeline’s

in Jeanie’s mouth with distaste,

many people crammed around a tiny, rickety dining table for dinner, they fail to consider

to heart. Even the usually good-tempered Jeanie couldn’t help

this Elise’s future mother-in-law’Surely she’s too difficult to get along with. Won’t Elise suffer if she marries into

all, it involved not only Elise but two families as well. A wrongful marriage would very well be

his fork down onto the table with a clink before growling, “I suggest you be blunt, Mrs. Griffith. I’m sure us country folk lack the social finesse that you possess and would fait to grasp what you were getting at. I would hate for you to

discerning person would be able to tell that he was

clearer, then.” She paused and glanced at Elise, “The person you got into a dispute with today is a member of one of heir family has always Tissote’s most powerful clans-the Olson Family Clan. Now, their family been on good terms with the Griffiths and our two families have many involved interests. A fall out would bring about unimaginable consequences. What I mean to say is that you should be the bigger person and let the

with a smirk. “Are you sure a kid would do what they

put the interests of the Griffiths first. Don’t forget-you’re Alexander’s fiancée. Everyone will remember your impulsive actions as the actions

Smash!

hand out, knocking his glass to the ground and causing his drink to spill in a puddle. “Forget about the marriage, then!” he shouted From the very beginning, the Sinclairs

unique the Griffith Family had to be to get to the point that they were at today. It was only for that reason that Robin and his wife hadn’t