"Sir, Ma'am, Mister Sherman, dinner is ready."

Polly brought out the last dish from the kitchen. The aroma wafted through the air from afar.

"It smells so good. Nothing beats the food you cook, Polly," said Sherman as he helped his grandmother to the dining table. That night, it would only be the three of them-Sherman and his grandparents- dining.

"Come back more often, then. I'll cook delicious meals for you every day," said Polly as she served soup to their bowls.

"Yes. If you want to eat Polly's food, come back more often. She loses motivation to cook when you're not home," added Chelsea.

Polly smiled. "Your grandparents have smaller appetites now, and more so your mother. Only your father eats more. You, Mister Sherman, tend to eat the most."

"The more you eat, the more accomplished Polly feels," Roger chimed in.

today is really flavorful! Sherman, remind me to have Polly prepare a container for you to take home. You can hear it

Mister Sherman wants to drink

myself if I want

clear his mind, and the next day, when he returned to the office, he finally managed to put the matter behind him. He decided to find a woman to fake a marriage with, at least to reassure his family. Both his grandparents were getting older, and he did not want

to his parents. Most importantly, there could be no emotional entanglement between them, and they should be able to separate cleanly when the time would

first set of criteria was easy to meet, but he could not

abundant. After Sherman had repeatedly taken down the

remained like a thorn in his heart. He did not know what to ask Claire when he would face her again. 'Is

knew the answer, he did not want to believe it. He did not

why she invited me to the movie that day. She wanted to pave the way for her dance career in this

dared not recall how many words she spoke during their time together

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