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Chapter 455

Chapter 455 Personal Chef

Upon hearing Leonard’s affirmation, Sonia felt as if her heart was settled after hearing his words and a surge of warmth coursed through her as she said, “Thank you for the compliments, Grandpa. Anyway, did you call me out of the blue because your expedition is ending?”

“Oh, it’s too soon for that. A large-scale expedition like this would take at least a year and a half before we can wrap things up. We’ve only just managed to clear out the passageway that leads to the tomb chamber and we won’t be studying the chamber until tomorrow. I called you up because I was wondering whether you could swing by the old house and mail me the archaeology journal I have in my study.”

“Oh, of course. When do you need it? Should I mail it over as soon as I find it?” she asked.

 

Leonard’s country house was, as per its namesake, out in the countryside. It would take a three-hour drive for her to get there, but if he was desperate for the journal, she could make the journey now and arrive at the house by nightfall.

“No, there’s no hurry. Just have it mailed over by this week; I’ll send you the address later,” he replied with a chuckle.

She nodded. “Got it. In that case, I’ll drive to the country house tomorrow.”

Following this, Sonia and Leonard continued to exchange their recent anecdotes before each reluctantly hung up the phone. Upon ending the call, she noticed Toby staring at her and she felt inexplicably compelled to elaborate, “That was my grandfather.”

“I know,” Toby said with a nod. “I never heard you mention your grandfather.”

an archaeologist who spends a better part of the year exploring historical sites in

 

response. “What did he ask

journal on archaeology,” she frankly

a knock came from

to see a doctor whom she had never met before standing there with

the nurse reminded Toby with a compassionate

the doctor next to her as someone from the cardiology department and something flashed in his eyes as he turned to address

check-up. She nodded in compliance and replied, “Okay. It’s getting late and I

now,” the doctor interjected hastily, afraid that Toby might seize the chance to order food that would hinder his

Toby shot him a dark

of empathy, the nurse gave an exaggerated eye-roll, as if to say, You should learn to read the room. Can’t you see how Mr. Fuller’s eyes lit up when this lady asked him about dinner?

exchange between the doctor and the nurse and she couldn’t help but sputter as she said, “Well, whatever the doctor says goes. I’m sure your stomach will appreciate some hot chowder and

he retracted his icy gaze from the cardiologist and resumed his warm

gotten married and it was her first time in the kitchen. She had attempted the beef bourguignon and the aroma that wafted

sampling it, regardless of how aromatic and enticing the dish had been. The scent of it lingered in the back of his memory,

enough time for him to try all the dishes

pushed back before Toby could even begin to realize it, for the doctor had decided

brighter note, Sonia was going to personally make him chowder and mincemeat pie, so Toby found solace in that. As of now, he had no

mincemeat pie, then.” Sonia nodded with an air of finality. “Alright, I’ll take my leave now. I’ll see you

safe trip home,” Toby said, jerking

left and closed the door behind

it was only after he heard the door click shut that he shed his friendly facade and resumed his usual cold indifference. “You may proceed,” he said in clear tones as he gazed icily at the

loose shirt on him to reveal the toned muscles

out his stethoscope and went on to

the other hand, opened the patient’s record book and noted all the necessary

goes on, it will begin to struggle to keep up with the rest of your body, and at that point, you’ll start to feel worn out and exhausted. You may also experience shortness of breath and you’ll find yourself having to dial back on rigorous forms

of his shirt to button it up. He

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