Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 60: Chapter 60
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Dylan frowned slightly, then got up and took the seat next to Olivia.
The Kaur family's dining table was huge, and with more than half the family not home, there were plenty of empty seats, so switching places was no trouble at all.
Seeing Dylan move away, Debbie pouted in frustration.
Carol smiled and waved her over. "Debs, sweetie, leave your grandpa alone while he's eating. Come sit by me."
There was just one seat between Carol and Dylan, so if Debbie sat there, she'd still be pretty close to him.
Debbie immediately scampered back to her mother's side.
Bradley's face flushed with anger, and his appetite vanished. He thought, 'What a disgrace she is. Her intentions are so obvious—does she really think no one can see through it? Throwing herself at her cousin's husband? Does she have no shame at all?'
But with Dylan present, he held his tongue and stewed in silence as he began to eat.
Dylan took one bite and immediately knew the food was made by Olivia. He had started eating with his usual polished manners, but bite by bite, his composure slipped. Soon, he was practically wolfing it down, stuffing his mouth like he couldn't get enough.
Even after everyone else had put down their forks, he was still eating, nearly polishing off every dish on the table.
When he finally put his fork down, he let out a satisfied burp. It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed a meal this much.
His stomach had gotten used to Olivia's cooking—these past couple of weeks, everything else tasted like cardboard. Tonight, he was finally satisfied.
This trip was definitely worth it. Honestly, he'd come here partly in hopes of getting a taste of Olivia's cooking.
Though he'd never come to Kaur Manor with Olivia before, she had once mentioned—trying to make conversation—that every time she visited, she'd cook for her family.
That night, Dylan stayed over. Carol arranged a guest room just for him, following Bradley's instructions—he couldn't stand the thought of his granddaughter sharing a room with her neglectful husband under this roof.
In the middle of the night, Debbie quietly slipped out of her bedroom and paced in front of Dylan's door for a long while. She raised her hand to knock several times, but always chickened out at the last second.
Carol, who had woken up thirsty and come downstairs for some water, happened to catch the scene. She rushed over and dragged Debbie back to her room.
Once the door was shut, she jabbed a finger at her daughter's temple and scolded harshly, "What were you thinking?! It's fine to act sweet in front of him and leave a good impression, but sneaking over to his room in the middle of the night?
"Is that something a decent girl would do? Aren't you afraid he'll think you're loose?!"
Debbie looked aggrieved. "I just wanted to make the most of this chance and, you know, seal the deal with him. Maybe once we've slept together, he'll start to like me..."
Carol snapped, "Do you have any idea what kind of women he's been around? You really think one night in bed is enough to win his heart? You're too naive. You need to let him see what's special about you first—let him fall for who you really are.
"Then you can use physical intimacy to deepen the bond. That's the right way. Doing it backwards just makes you look like a cheap floozy.
"And you dared to do this at home? If your grandpa finds out about this, he'll be furious. And if word of this gets out, our whole family will never live it down.
"I do want you to replace Olivia and marry Dylan, but you shouldn't resort to shady tricks. If you sleep with him tonight, even if you do end up marrying into the Wilson family, you'll never earn real respect."
Debbie's face burned with shame. She muttered, "Okay, okay, I get it. Can you stop already, Mom? I'm so embarrassed I could die..."
The Kaur family's dining table was huge, and with more than half the family not home, there were plenty of empty seats, so switching places was no trouble at all.
Seeing Dylan move away, Debbie pouted in frustration.
Carol smiled and waved her over. "Debs, sweetie, leave your grandpa alone while he's eating. Come sit by me."
There was just one seat between Carol and Dylan, so if Debbie sat there, she'd still be pretty close to him.
Debbie immediately scampered back to her mother's side.
Bradley's face flushed with anger, and his appetite vanished. He thought, 'What a disgrace she is. Her intentions are so obvious—does she really think no one can see through it? Throwing herself at her cousin's husband? Does she have no shame at all?'
But with Dylan present, he held his tongue and stewed in silence as he began to eat.
Dylan took one bite and immediately knew the food was made by Olivia. He had started eating with his usual polished manners, but bite by bite, his composure slipped. Soon, he was practically wolfing it down, stuffing his mouth like he couldn't get enough.
Even after everyone else had put down their forks, he was still eating, nearly polishing off every dish on the table.
When he finally put his fork down, he let out a satisfied burp. It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed a meal this much.
His stomach had gotten used to Olivia's cooking—these past couple of weeks, everything else tasted like cardboard. Tonight, he was finally satisfied.
This trip was definitely worth it. Honestly, he'd come here partly in hopes of getting a taste of Olivia's cooking.
Though he'd never come to Kaur Manor with Olivia before, she had once mentioned—trying to make conversation—that every time she visited, she'd cook for her family.
That night, Dylan stayed over. Carol arranged a guest room just for him, following Bradley's instructions—he couldn't stand the thought of his granddaughter sharing a room with her neglectful husband under this roof.
In the middle of the night, Debbie quietly slipped out of her bedroom and paced in front of Dylan's door for a long while. She raised her hand to knock several times, but always chickened out at the last second.
Carol, who had woken up thirsty and come downstairs for some water, happened to catch the scene. She rushed over and dragged Debbie back to her room.
Once the door was shut, she jabbed a finger at her daughter's temple and scolded harshly, "What were you thinking?! It's fine to act sweet in front of him and leave a good impression, but sneaking over to his room in the middle of the night?
"Is that something a decent girl would do? Aren't you afraid he'll think you're loose?!"
Debbie looked aggrieved. "I just wanted to make the most of this chance and, you know, seal the deal with him. Maybe once we've slept together, he'll start to like me..."
Carol snapped, "Do you have any idea what kind of women he's been around? You really think one night in bed is enough to win his heart? You're too naive. You need to let him see what's special about you first—let him fall for who you really are.
"Then you can use physical intimacy to deepen the bond. That's the right way. Doing it backwards just makes you look like a cheap floozy.
"And you dared to do this at home? If your grandpa finds out about this, he'll be furious. And if word of this gets out, our whole family will never live it down.
"I do want you to replace Olivia and marry Dylan, but you shouldn't resort to shady tricks. If you sleep with him tonight, even if you do end up marrying into the Wilson family, you'll never earn real respect."
Debbie's face burned with shame. She muttered, "Okay, okay, I get it. Can you stop already, Mom? I'm so embarrassed I could die..."
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