Chapter 381 All Men Are Rivals in Love
Three days later, Quinn returned from Aerilon with Mireille. Abigail and Gregory were momentarily stunned to see her at the airport.
"Quinn, what's this about?" Abigail's gaze fell on Mireille, her tone filled with confusion.
Quinn glanced sideways at Mireille, his voice cold. "You tell them."
Mireille was reluctant, but remembering Darwin and Caius's warnings, she suppressed her resentment and humiliation, bowing to Abigail. "Sorry!"
The loud and clear voice echoed in the noisy airport, tinged with a bit of gritted teeth.
Abigail was slightly taken aback but quickly understood what had happened.
Mireille had always been arrogant. For her to come all the way from Aerilon to apologize, it must have been Caius and Darwin's idea.
A warm feeling surged in her heart. So this was what it felt like to be favored by family?
How wonderful!
Abigail cleared her throat and said to Mireille, "Mireille, weren't you always so proud? What brings you here to apologize this time? It's really rare!"
Hearing Abigail's mocking words, Mireille's face turned red with anger. "Don't gloat. I'm telling you, just because I apologized this time doesn't mean I'll submit to you!"
Before she could finish, Quinn suddenly knocked her on the back of the head.
Quinn's tone was stern as he scolded, "Mireille, what did you promise Grandpa and Uncle before coming here?"
Mireille held the back of her head, speechless. Darwin and Caius had warned her not to return without Abigail's forgiveness and to stay in Aramore for a while to build character.
The thought of having to see Abigail often made Mireille furious.
She glared at Abigail with wide eyes and asked, "They asked me to apologize to you. Now that I've apologized, don't you have anything to say?"
Abigail tilted her head, her eyes filled with confusion. "Do you think such a perfunctory apology will make me forgive you?"
"You!" Mireille was about to explode with anger. How could there be such a demanding woman?
It's simply infuriating!
Seeing that she had angered Mireille, Abigail smiled slightly. "Mireille, didn't anyone tell you that an apology needs to be sincere? Come back and talk to me when your apology is genuine."
With that, she took Gregory's hand and linked arms with Quinn, turning to leave.
Mireille stomped her foot in anger. Despite her reluctance, she dragged her heavy suitcase and followed them. "Wait for me!"
Once in the car, Mireille sat with a sullen face, deliberately making noise with her shoulder bag to vent her frustration.
However, the others seemed not to notice and continued chatting.
"Quinn, have you finished your business over there? Are you going back?" Abigail, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned to look at Quinn in the back.
Quinn shook his head, his cold eyes softening. "It's all taken care of. I don't need to go back for a while."
Abigail smiled. "I learned a new dish from the chef at home a few days ago. I'll make it for you."
"Okay," Quinn replied.
Sensing that his response was too cold, he added, "Abigail, you can cook now? That's impressive."
Proud of the compliment, Abigail puffed out her chest. "I can not only cook but also make desserts. I'll make them for you too."
Gregory, who was driving, couldn't help but feel jealous. "Only for him? Abigail, you can't play favorites!"
Abigail gave him a playful look and laughed. "Don't worry, there'll be some for you too."
Quinn snorted, dissatisfied. "You and Abigail are together all the time, and you still want to compete with me?"
"Isn't it different?" Gregory said softly.
To him, all men, especially those who could easily attract Abigail's attention, were rivals.
Quinn shook his head helplessly, not knowing what to say.
Mireille, who had been silent, watched their interaction with disdain. "What's so great about cooking? Just hire a chef. Why go to all that trouble?"
The atmosphere in the car instantly froze.
Quinn's face turned cold, his icy gaze falling on Mireille. "Hire a chef? Do you have money now?"
Mireille kept silent, reluctantly admitting she was broke. Caius had canceled her credit cards and taken her pocket money before she left. With no money for a hotel, she had to rely on Quinn in this unfamiliar place.
Thinking of this, Mireille felt even more frustrated!
Why Abigail?
Quinn saw Mireille's defiance and warned coldly, "This isn't Aerilon, and I'm not your parents. I won't spoil you. If you keep throwing tantrums, I'll book you a flight back."
Mireille wanted to retort but ultimately swallowed her words, not daring to speak.
The car arrived at Maple Residence. Mireille was stunned by the sight of such a luxurious villa in a small town like Aramore.
Was she dreaming?
"Let's go in." Gregory said to the two, holding Abigail's hand as they entered the villa.
Thinking of her previous insults to Gregory and Abigail, Mireille felt too ashamed to lift her head.
She pursed her lips and followed Quinn inside.
Ralph saw them return and smiled warmly. "You must be tired after a long day. Sit down and rest. Dinner is almost ready. If there's anything special you'd like to eat, let me know, and I'll arrange it."
Mireille opened her mouth to speak, but Quinn quickly said, "Ralph, no need to trouble yourself. We'll eat whatever is prepared."
He then gave Mireille a warning look.
Feeling extremely wronged, Mireille silently closed her mouth.
She had no expectations for the White family's chef. After all, the Worthington family hired only the best chefs, and few could compare.
Over time, she had become very picky, with ordinary chefs' food failing to impress her. But the first bite of the carp dish amazed her.
The other dishes were also delicious. With food in front of her, Mireille couldn't bother with sarcasm and quickly buried her head in eating.
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