Charlotte was still having a hard time letting go of what Henry Russell had done yesterday. She was intent on ignoring him.
Watching Henry go into the kitchen, she peered from upstairs, purposely dawdling. She just didn't want to go downstairs.
While Charlotte was reading in her study, she suddenly smelled the aroma wafting from downstairs. Her stomach growled, and she had to put down her book and go downstairs.
"Auntie, your cooking smells terrific. I could smell it all the way upstairs," Charlotte said, revealing a faint smile.
On hearing Charlotte's praise, the auntie was delighted and responded with an irresistible smile. "You have such sweet words. But you are wrong this time. It's Henry's cooking, not mine."
Then, the auntie cast a glance at Henry with an expectant look, as if waiting for some interaction between the two of them.