Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 164 The Greatest Value

Eileen, in high spirits, made her way to the kitchen. Donning an apron, she retrieved ingredients from the fridge, preparing to bake.

Sharon offered her assistance. “Do you need

my help?”

“No need. I’ve done it several times, and I’ve got the hang of it. Sharon, you go ahead with your other tasks.”

“All right, remember to call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

The process of making chestnut pie was not too complex. Vera entered, observing the bustling activity, and couldn’t resist asking curiously,-“Eileen, when did you start making chestnut pie? Can you teach me?”

“Sharon taught me. If you want to learn, I can give you a tutorial and the recipe later. It’s not too hard to pick up.”

“Sure thing! Otherwise, I’ll just be watching you work. Eric is chatting with them, but I can’t understand a word, so I thought I’d come over and see you. Do you need any help?”

Eileen replied, “Could you help me wash these dishes? I’ve already done half of them. Please be careful.”

“Sure.” Vera nodded, rolling up her sleeves and adjusting the water temperature from the faucet. “Eileen, how did you come to know Mr. Smith? I can tell, it seems like he has feelings for you.”

Eileen, focused on mashing steamed chestnuts into a paste, didn’t answer the question. Instead, she casually changed the subject, saying, “How are you doing in the Olympiad Math Class? When I was there, the workbook that Mr. Gardner gave me was quite challenging. I’ve only managed to finish half of it so far.”

Vera responded, “It’s manageable, but the study environment in the top class is too intense. Besides focusing on studies and doing exercises all day, there’s hardly any time for personal activities.” She sighed deeply, “There are some concepts I struggle to grasp, and my only recourse is to consult Mr. Gardner. At home, my only option is Eric. However, he’s been arriving home late lately, so if there’s something I don’t understand, I have to let it go. Do… you resent me for taking your spot? For being the reason you couldn’t join the Olympiad Math Class?”

Eileen shook her head. “There’s no need to blame yourself. It’s a competitive environment. That’s the nature of our class. As long as your grades are strong, no one will scrutinize your

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choices, and you’ll always find a way forward, no matter where you are. This is something Ms. Hayes advised me.”

by the way, are you still friends

glanced at her.

it be related to

began to share, “Today, I overheard a conversation between Mr. Swan and Eric. He wishes for Eric to be with Ying Yvette! Eileen… what should we do

feelings

hadn’t anticipated this response. The plate in her hands slipped, clattering into the sink. She forced a chuckle. “But… I thought you liked Eric? Are you really going to let

lips into a smile, gazing at Vera. “Yes, I do care about him, but… at the moment, it’s

“I’ll

not to delve into unproductive discussions, especially concerning matters related to Eric.

had prepared was ready. She had made a generous amount, enough to feed seven or eight

set. Jasper occupied the head, with Will to his left. Eileen sat to

faced a table brimming with dishes, an abundance impossible to

some simple home- cooked dishes. I hope you won’t find them too plain, Mr. Smith.”

at all,” Jasper replied, his gaze frequently shifting toward

Mr.

him, accompanied by a freshly baked chestnut pie. “Give it a try and let me know if it’s too sweet. If it is, I’ll use less sugar next

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this as well?” jasper inquired, holding a piece of the sweet and sour

nodded, strategically fibbing, “I can’t cook much,

I’ll give it a try.”

does it

it. “Not

to witness. In the Smith family, most

to me. Why are you so kind today?” As Jasper spoke,

outsider. this gaze

was naturally the

was to summon her courage and say, “In my home, you’re a guest, so it’s only natural to treat you well. Please enjoy; it won’t taste as good once it cools down.”

the longest meal Eileen had ever partaken in,

hours.

his prized red wine, worth over a hundred thousand, along