Chapter 115 Mr. Valdemar, Aren't You Embarrassed?
The rain in Teronica finally let up, and a rainbow popped up in the sky.
People on the street whipped out their phones to snap pics. "Hey, check it out! A rainbow! So pretty!"
Elliot sighed, "Just as Isabella was taking care of Dennis, a rainbow showed up. It's like they're meant to be or something."
Frederick glanced at the rainbow but didn't say a word.
He wasn't sure if Isabella and Dennis were destined for each other, but he knew he was in a good mood right now.
The gloom from the past few days had lifted, and the sky was clear and bright.
He pulled out his phone and took a pic to show Dennis later.
At the entrance to Freya's neighborhood, Elliot parked the car and called Isabella.
She showed up quickly.
She was wearing a long, off-white down coat and snow boots, no makeup, and her hair was down.
The wind blew her hair into her eyes.
She brushed it back, revealing her ear, which was red from the cold.
Not just her ears, but her nose was rosy too. Frederick wondered if it was just him or if the cold made her look even paler.
Elliot got out of the car, and Isabella waved to show where she was.
Frederick stayed in the car and lit a cigarette.
He couldn't hear what they were talking about, but it looked like they were having a good chat.
She even smiled at Elliot, showing off her neat white teeth and cute dimples.
She looked sweet, like a gentle woman.
She smiled at Elliot, Elijah, Daniel, and Arnold.
But she never smiled at him!
Frederick didn't know why he was so mad, but he took a deep drag on his cigarette.
Soon, Elliot came back, looking happy. "Ms. Beniere made a ton of delicious food today. Dennis hit the jackpot."
Frederick kept a stern face and didn't say anything.
Elliot closed the car door and turned to him. "Guess what Ms. Beniere just told me?"
"Don't care," Frederick replied coldly.
"Aren't you curious?" Elliot asked.
"What could she say? Probably just talking trash about me," Frederick snapped.
Elliot was surprised. "Nope, you're wrong. She didn't mention you at all."
Frederick went silent.
That was even worse than talking trash about him!
"Why didn't she mention me?" Frederick asked.
"I don't know, not a single word," Elliot said.
Asking more would just make it awkward.
Sensing Frederick's mood, Elliot quickly changed the subject. "Ms. Beniere said she hasn't been cooking for Dennis lately because she's been sick. She asked us to tell Dennis she's happy to cook for him if he likes her food."
Frederick looked out the window, but Isabella was already gone.
Elliot buckled up, started the car, and said, "Ms. Beniere is really nice. I thought she stopped cooking for Dennis because she was scared after what happened with Anna, but it turns out she was sick. She looks a lot more worn out lately, really pale."
Frederick didn't say anything. No wonder she looked paler; she was sick.
"Take the supplements from home to her, and have John make some soup to send over," Frederick said.
Elliot was pleased. "Exactly! Why can't you be nicer to Isabella every day? If you're nice to her, she'll be nice to you, right?"
"Who's being nice to her?" Frederick shot back.
"Then what are you doing by sending supplements and making soup?"
Frederick frowned, muttering, "I don't want to owe her anything!"
She cooked for Dennis, so he sent her supplements to balance things out.
When they got home, Frederick carried the food box upstairs himself.
As soon as he arrived, John left to go to the villa to make soup for Isabella.
Dennis had been sitting by the window, and he seemed to sense something, turning his head.
Seeing the food box in Frederick's hand, his expression changed slightly.
Frederick didn't call him but directly placed the food box on the dining table and opened the lid.
Dennis got up on his own, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and sat in his little chair, waiting for the meal.
It was clear he wanted to eat.
But Frederick didn't take out the food.
He sat across from Dennis, looking at him seriously and said, "She was sick the past few days, so she couldn't cook for you. She asked me to tell you that if you like her cooking, she's happy to make it for you."
Dennis didn't respond.
Frederick continued, "But I need to make something clear to you. The cook is that young, beautiful woman you met last time."
Dennis clearly remembered Isabella, frowning slightly.
Frederick went on, "First, I can guarantee 100% that I don't like her, and she doesn't like me. There's nothing between us. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have any interaction.
Second, she cooks for you out of genuine care. If you really don't like her, can't accept her, or even can't stand to see her, then you ought not to accept her kindness.
Everyone is living their first life; no one is obligated to be good to another person for no reason. All kindness is mutual. If you can't accept her, you shouldn't trouble her to cook for you. It's not fair."
Dennis frowned, unhappy.
But Frederick still looked at him directly, not intending to take back his words.
Frederick said this not only to teach Dennis that love is mutual, but also to bring Isabella from behind Dennis to in front of him, to make Dennis face her.
He wanted Isabella to take care of Dennis, not just by cooking, but to alleviate or even treat Dennis's psychological issues.
Frederick hoped Dennis could get better, like Albert.
Dennis didn't speak, so Frederick continued, "If you can't accept her, then no matter how much you want to eat her food in the future, I won't let you. Even if she's willing, I won't be.
Dennis, if you can't accept her and can't be as sincere to her as she is to you, she won't be able to stay by your side for long. Everyone's patience is limited.
When she leaves again, you'll have to spend a long time adjusting to someone else's cooking, just like these past few days, and it will be very uncomfortable.
So, if you really can't accept her, you shouldn't eat this meal either."
As he spoke, Frederick moved the food box closer to himself, further away from Dennis.
After all, Isabella was an uncontrollable individual. She didn't belong to them and could leave at any time.
So Frederick thought a lot.
Dennis frowned tightly, very unhappy!
Frederick didn't want him to be upset, but some things he had to make clear to Dennis.
Dennis merely suffered from a psychological condition; he was not foolish and could understand.
Dennis stared at him for a while, then got up and went back to his room.
Frederick looked at the closed door, feeling a headache. Would he rather forgo Isabella's cooking than accept Isabella herself?
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