Chapter 256 Grooming a Culinary Husband
It appeared that animosity was her crutch, her lifeline!
Indeed, every soul required something to cling to in the journey of life.
Perhaps, her offspring was the knot that tugged at the heartstrings of Hollis.
As Quinn's gaze softened, she attempted to coax the older woman with a gentle persuasion. "Mrs. Brown, you've weathered many storms in your life. It's tragic that your son passed away, but there are countless ungrateful children out there who bring nothing but sorrow to their parents. Don't let your focus be solely on your son's demise. Have you ever considered the alternative? Perhaps, if your son had lived, he might have become a burden, causing you even more heartache?"
Upon hearing this, Hollis snapped back, her irritation palpable, "My son would never have been like that, he was too kind-hearted and empathetic."
Quinn sighed, "Mrs. Brown, with a man like Caden Gordon as the father of your son, where do you think the genes come from? Your son had his blood coursing through his veins; could he truly have turned out that virtuous? Mrs. Brown, you're viewing the past through rose-tinted glasses."
Hollis's chest rose and fell with indignation, "Don't you dare defame my son!"
Quinn adjusted a stray lock of hair by her ear, "The bitter truth is often hard to swallow, but ponder on it, doesn't it hold some merit?"
Hollis glared at her, silent, her hand instinctively moving towards her leg.
Quinn's gaze shifted as she continued, "And your legs, Mrs. Brown, aren't they on the mend? Don't you yearn to stand upright one day? Don't you dream of frolicking with your grandchildren and traversing our vast nation, making the most of your remaining years?"
She smiled beguilingly, her beautiful visage a sight for sore eyes.
Her words were alluring, almost hypnotic, stirring one's imagination.
Hollis glared at her, speechless.
It had to be acknowledged that this woman had a knack for words. Despite her harsh criticism, Hollis found herself slightly captivated by Quinn's charisma.
Just then, a noise at the door interrupted their conversation. Nora arrived, trailed by Baldwin.
They both stumbled upon one another at the entrance.
"Nora, Baldwin, are you back?" Quinn straightened up, her greeting as casual as if she were the lady of the house.
"Quinn?"
Nora was taken aback to find Quinn there too, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. Was Quinn there to meet the parents?
Baldwin was equally startled by Quinn's presence, his surprise laced with a hint of anxiety.
"What are you doing here?"
He feared a confrontation between his mother and Quinn.
"Baldwin, we've established our relationship, isn't it only natural for me to visit my future mother-in-law?"
Mother-in-law! Their relationship was nowhere ne ar that stage!
Baldwin stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words.
Hollis sat in her wheelchair, her expression souring at the exchange, but with Nora present, she held her tongue.
Nora merely smiled knowingly, "Quinn, Baldwin, you two carry on. I'll go attend to Mrs. Brown."
"Sure, thanks, Nora," Quinn responded sweetly. "My dear future mother-in-law is in your capable hands."
"Don't worry, I'll do my best," Nora replied with a grin.
Hollis shot a glare at Quinn, caught her innocent expression, and inwardly cursed the drama queen.
Quinn was not a woman to be easily deceived.
Once the others had retreated upstairs, Baldwin pulled Quinn aside.
"When did you arrive, and what exactly did you say to my mother?"
Quinn tilted her head to look at him. "I was merely conversing with your mother, seeking her blessings. Why, you seem rather tense."
Baldwin didn't correct her when she mi stakenly referred to his mother, and said, "You better leave now and don't come back."
Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"Just don’t come back, do we need to discuss this?" Baldwin’s brow furrowed slightly.
Twirling a lock of hair by her ear, Quinn cooed, "Let me guess, you don't want me around because you're worried about me? Afraid your mom will harm me..."
She mimicked a throat-slitting gesture.
Baldwin's face blanched, "What are you talking abo ut?"
Quinn giggled, "Baldwin, I am a shrewd businesswoman, and my greatest asset is my network of information. Your mom has been on a vendetta, hasn't she!"
His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly covered her mouth.
"Cease your nonsensical chatter. Are you courting death?"
Quinn fluttered her eyelashes enticingly, her tongue tracing the palm of his hand before she bestowed upon him another playful wink .
A tingling sensation coursed up Baldwin's spine, culminating in an itch that seemed to nestle right in his heart.
Images unfit for innocent eyes flickered through his mind.
With a swift motion, he retracted his hand, attempting to steady his rattled nerves. He glared at her, intending to issue a stern rebuke.
However, confronted with her radiant smile, his mind emptied, leaving him momentarily mute.
She was a siren in human form!
Perceiving his discomfort, Quinn enveloped him in a warm embrace, her smile undiminished.
"Baldwin, since you hold such deep concern for me, allow me to deal with your mother."
He grimaced at the suggestion. "Deal with my mother! What are you scheming?"
Quinn responded with a light, airy laugh, "Why so anxious? I am a legitimate businesswoman; I would never resort to illicit activities."
Baldwin studied her vibrant, lively face, "Then what exactly are you implying?"
"I intend to rehabilitate her! Persuade her to relinquish her grudge and assist us in raising the children," Quinn declared with an air of nonchalance.
Baldwin regarded her steadily, entranced by her radiant, joyous demeanor.
A vision suddenly materialized in his mind, of them on a verdant lawn, accompanied by a child of five or six, flying a kite under the vast expanse of a clear blue sky, the child's laughter reverberating in the distance...
He found himself yearning for that moment.
Then her playful voice broke through his reverie, "So, you need to exert some effort and provide me with a child."
Baldwin was rendered speechless.
Was she projecting too far into the future?
Baldwin concealed the emotion in his eyes as he gently pushed her away. "No jokes, please."
Quinn batted her beautiful eyes, "I assure you, I'm not jesting. I didn't take any precautions yesterday."
No precautions!
Baldwin's complexion paled slightly, and he responded somewhat helplessly, "I'm not prepared yet."
Was he truly going to marry her, father a child with her, and become a parent?
Although the notion was somewhat abrupt, it didn't seem entirely objectionable!
Quinn giggled and playfully pinched his cheek.
"Baldwin, why are you behaving like a timid wife? I'm not frightened, so what are you scared of?"
Baldwin detected the teasing undertone in her voice and realized she was likely jesting with him.
He experienced a peculiar sense of loss.
Unsure of what he was losing.
"Alright, I'm famished, is there anything to eat?" Quinn looped her arm through his and inquired sweetly.
Baldwin regained his composure, "I'll inspect the kitchen... Wait, do you intend to stay for a meal?"
"Baldwin, are you adept at cooking?"
Without waiting for a response, Quinn clung to his arm and began leading him towards the kitchen.
"Yes."
Baldwin was uncertain of his own thoughts, but he allowed her to guide him towards the kitchen.
"Then I'll entrust the kitchen duties to you. I'll manage the external affairs, while you handle the domestic ones."
"You're overthinking. I won't be a house-husband."
"Don't worry, I'll groom you into one."
At the Gordon family's ancestral mansion.
Ebenezer regarded the three little ones in astonishment.
Having access to Nora's information, he was naturally familiar with the appearances of Nora's three children.
So, these three children were Nora's!
They were actually frolicking in the Gordon family's ancestral mansion?
If Nora was his daughter, then these three children were his grandchildren!
They should be addressing him as Grandpa!
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