Chapter 2087
Balfour nodded emphatically, “I’ve got you, Grandma. No worries at all!”
Only then did Alyssa express her contentment, “Alright, I’ll be expecting you two for dinner. Tell Ivy we’ll have her favorites on the table tonight.”
“Yeah, let’s ask the cook to whip up an extra soup. She really loved that clam chowder last time.”
Hearing Balfour recall Ivy’s preferences, Alyssa beamed with joy, her smile blossoming like a flower.
Once the call ended, she called over her husband to keep an eye on the dinner preparations in the kitchen.
“It’s quite something. Balfour is finally showing concern for Ivy!” Alyssa remarked, somewhat sentimentally.
Dean, on the other hand, felt she had been worrying too much before, “When people meet someone they like, they naturally learn. We shouldn’t meddle too much in young folks’ affairs. Besides, too much interference can be bothersome.”
After ending the call, Balfour turned and strode forward with his long legs, commanding, “Clear your evening schedule. We’re having dinner with Grandpa and Grandma.”
“Oh,” sighed Ivy, a hint of resignation in her voice. During the contract period, her time was entirely at Balfour’s disposal. Daytime acting followed by evening performances – she wondered when this cycle would ever end.
In the car, they sat opposite each other, and upon arriving home, Balfour instructed Ivy to stay seated.
He got out first, then walked over to her side and opened her door..
“Mrs. Howard, are you ready?” Balfour extended his hand, his gaze suddenly softened with a touch of “gentleness.”
Ivy put on a stiff smile, “Of course I’m ready. I’m a professional now, Mr. Howard.”
“Grandpa, Grandma! Balfour and I are back to join you for dinner. What’s cooking tonight?”
Hand in hand, they entered the door.
Alyssa’s face lit up with an involuntary smile at the sound of Ivy’s voice.
Dean was quite pleased with his granddaughter-in-law as well.
Balfour was perfect in every way, just a bit too reserved. Ivy, with her cheerful and talkative nature, provided a perfect complement.
Seizing the moment, Ivy slipped her hand from Balfour’s and latched onto Alyssa’s arm, “What’s for dinner, Grandma? I could smell the deliciousness from the front porch.”
Alyssa playfully flicked her nose, “Your nose is the keenest. Didn’t you enjoy that clam chowder last time? Balfour made sure to remind me to prepare it again for you!”
After greeting his grandfather, Balfour joined Ivy and Alyssa who had taken a seat on the couch.
Ivy glanced at the man unintentionally, surprised he remembered her fondness for the clam chowder.
Catching her look, Balfour motioned her over with a beckoning hand.
In the presence of the elders, she couldn’t really refuse and moved closer.
“What’s up?” Ivy asked, settling beside him.
