The Bound Between Us

Chapter 358

Herman didn’t show a bit of interest in Julie, and Grannie Anita noticed. It seemed like it would take some effort to play matchmaker between the two.

“Since you’re too busy to hang out with me, Herman. I have to ask Julie to accompany me shopping. What’s so fun about playing cards anyway?” Grannie Anita chided, “And you, Herman, why don’t you greet Julie properly? You two practically grew up together.”

Only then did Herman glance at Julie. For Grannie Anita’s sake, he managed to say, “Ms. Brown.”

The formality of his greeting hung awkwardly in the air.

Grannie Anita nudged Herman. “What’s with the ‘Ms. Brown’? You two are close enough to be on first-name terms.”

Herman remained unmoved.

Julie, sensing the awkwardness, tried to break the tension. “Herman, what would you like to drink?”

Without waiting for Julie’s help, he signaled to the waiter. “A latte, please.”

“Certainly, sir,” the waiter replied, promptly leaving to prepare the order.

matchmaker, attempted to steer the conversation. “Julie, I remember you once wore a beautiful white dress when you visited us. You looked so pretty. Herman even complimented you and told

frowned. “Grannie, I never

my mind,” Grannie Anita replied, laughing. “I thought to myself. Once Julie grows up, I’ll

Julie blushed. “Grannie.”

for Anastasia’s sudden appearing, you’d already be my granddaughter-in-law.” The disdain for Anastasia was evident in her

knowing it

Herman kept silent, Grannie Anita decided to excuse herself to give the

atmosphere grew tense. Julie glanced at Herman out of the corner of her eye.

it seems

trying to mask her embarrassment. “I didn’t expect

wanted to leave a good impression on Herman, not wanting him to

behind my back. Sending anonymous information to Salstrom Manor, paying Kitty to impersonate someone from a few years ago, and having someone send nude photos to my wife are

accusation startled Julie, who quickly denied, “Mr.

smart woman shouldn’t play dumb,” Herman retorted, showing no mercy. “If Ms. Brown continues to meddle, don’t blame me

she have that I don’t? She’s a woman who had a child out of wedlock and now can’t even have children. Why do you love her so much? Without her, you would choose me. Even Grannie

never had any interest

disappear. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she stuttered, “Herman, do you have to be