Falling For My Billionaire Savior - Chapter 98: Chapter 98

He asked, "You were wondering how I always know what you're thinking, right?"
"Yeah." I'd asked him that last night. He'd said he'd tell me in the morning, but I'd slept in and forgotten all about it when I woke up.
"Because you're terrible at pretending. Everything's written all over your face. It's easy to read."
"That's only with you. I'm not like that with other people," I shot back.
He didn't agree or disagree. "So you trust me that much? No guard up at all?"
"One hundred percent. Why would I need to guard myself against you?" I said, confused.
Mason dropped the subject and moved on. "You've got to keep your spirits up at the dinner later. Who knows what might be waiting for you?"
"Alright, I'll do what Delilah said—put up with that woman. It's getting late. Let's head down."
He seemed about to say something more but only managed one word. "Okay."
When we got back to the living room, it was quiet. No one was there.
"Why's there no one here?" I asked.
"They'll all be down soon. We have meals at a fixed time," Mason replied.
"I see."
Sure enough, it wasn't long before Martin helped Helen down the stairs with Richard and Joey trailing behind them in a little group.
Martin had been chatting and laughing, but when he saw us, his face immediately fell.
No need to guess why. Helen must have been complaining again. I pretended not to notice, stood up with a smile, and greeted them. "Martin, Helen, good afternoon."
"Hmmph." Joey snorted, nose in the air. The others acted like they didn't see me, just walked past, and sat on the couch.
It was a bit awkward, but fine, I was thick-skinned enough to pretend nothing happened.
Who knew what they had said to Joey upstairs, but she didn't seem to mind Helen being pregnant anymore.
The four of them chatted and laughed like a real family, making Mason and me feel like outsiders.
We sat a while longer before Delilah came down. Delilah said, "Oh, you're all here early. Let's eat."
"Delilah, I have no appetite. Can I skip it?" Helen started her little act.
She knew perfectly well this was to make up for last night's family dinner, but she was trying to skip it. Only one reason for that—she wanted to put me in my place.
Delilah gave me a look, and I got the message. "Helen, I was being childish earlier. You're bigger than that. Don't let it bother you. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, Helen," I said, bowing deeply to her, a full 90 degrees. My tone was sincere, my attitude humble. But in my head, I thought meanly that she didn't even deserve a bow from me.
"Sweetie, I've always doted on you like my own daughter. Why would I be mad at you? Come on, let's eat," Helen said.
Then she held out her arm. I took it, and we walked toward the dining room, chatting like we were close. It looked like we got along perfectly all warmth and harmony.
But we both knew this was just an act for Delilah since she was here.
By the time we reached the dining room, the servants had already laid out a table full of dishes.
Once Delilah said we could start, I was the first to pick up my glass of juice, holding it out to Helen. "Helen, I'll toast you with this juice. Here's to your health and happiness."
Helen smiled broadly as she drank it down, clearly satisfied.
Finally I'd made up for the toast I'd missed yesterday. She'd messed with my wedding, and here I was making sure I was proper to her. Where was the fairness in that?
But while Helen was happy, someone else wasn't having it.
Just as everyone was about to start eating, Joey stood up, fuming. "Katherine, why are you wearing Grandma's bracelet?"