Swept Into a Fairytale Marriage

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lalf an hour later, Farrah returned from the supermarket with three bags bulging with items. The plastic ags were so heavy that she felt like her fingers would snap under the weight.

he placed them before the refrigerator and shook her hands, noticing that her fingers were red. Then, he started putting the meat and poultry into the refrigerator. She’d also bought raisins and mushrooms, hich she put away.

hen, she put the seasoning and spices she’d bought in the kitchen. After that, she put on an apron, rabbed four big bowls, and placed the minced meat she’d bought in them.

he poured sweet corn into one bowl before dicing carrots, basil, and mushrooms. She wanted to make. ɔme ravioli and freeze them in the freezer. That way, it would be easy to cook some for breakfast or upper one day.

arrah didn’t know which type of ravioli Adrian preferred or whether there was anything he couldn’t eat, so he’d prepared four types.

s she made them, she turned on the TV and changed the channel to an entertainment program. She ould use her time well without feeling bored.

he doorbell rang when she’d made four plates of ravioli. She hurriedly got up and washed her hands efore heading to the door to answer it. “Grandpa?”

hilip stood outside, his hand on a walking cane as he smiled at her.

Hurry up and come in, Grandpa!” Farrah opened the door wide and helped him in. “Didn’t the doctor say ou would only be discharged tomorrow?”

‘m so happy about Adrian getting married that whatever illnesses I had are all gone now!” He couldn’t be lore spirited. He held a present for Farrah in his other hand. “Where’s Adrian?”

te… He’s having a meeting.” Farrah lied. She had no idea where Adrian was

What?” Philip’s face fell. It was almost 6:00 pm. He put the bag on the table and pulled out his phone to

all Adrian.

What sort of meeting is important enough that you need to have it on your wedding night? I want you to ome home right now!” Philip barked, sounding commanding.

fter hanging up, his expression turned jovial again. He picked up the bag and handed it to Farrah. “Adrian cked this for you as a wedding gift, Fay. He left it at Locke Manor. Why don’t you see if you like it?”

arrah happily accepted it, wanting to please Philip. “Thanks, Grandpa. I like everything he gets me.”

You’re so lovely and considerate, Philip praised. Only then did he notice her wearing an apron. He also aw the plates of ravioli on the table.

e stepped forward, initially feeling surprised before it gave way to delight. “Did you make these yourself, ay?”

Yeah, I did,” Farrah answered with a smile. She turned to put the present away. “There wasn’t anything in he refrigerator, so I thought I’d make some ravioli to keep. We can have some when we’re hungry–it’s juch better than getting the store–bought type.”

hilip was touched. “Adrian’s really hit the jackpot with you

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“Is there anything Adrian doesn’t eat, Grandpa? I’ve made four different types. There should be one he likes, right?“–Farrah poured him a glass of water. “Have some water and a seat. I’ll clean up here.”

“Sure, sure.” Philip took the water. “He eats anything and has no allergies or dishes that he doesn’t like.”

“That’s great.”

Philip and Farrah chatted for a while before Adrian returned. Before he could explain where he’d been, Philip berated him.

“Don’t be mad, Grandpa. You wouldn’t want to fall sick again, would you?” Farrah hurriedly stepped in with a smile. “Today was an emergency for Adrian–he already promised me he would be back early tonight. He would’ve returned even if you hadn’t called him.”

Philip had gotten discharged earlier than planned because he’d been worried Adrian would stay out all night, leaving Farrah alone at home. He’d come to supervise the young couple so they would have a lovely wedding night and consummate the marriage!

hapter 7 Philip Matters Most to Him

m going to cook the ravioli, Grandpa. You guys chat Farrah picked up one of the plates of ravioli and eaded to the kitchen. She felt a little awkward listening to Philip telling Adrian off

shot Adrian a look, sounding reproachful as he said, “Why are you just standing there? Head inside 5 belo hert

han was such a pain in his neck!

idn’t want to upset Philip, so he headed to the kitchen, feeling awkward Uh. Do you need any

just cooking the ravioli. I’ll be done soon, Farrah aid while boiling the water “You can go out ccompany Grandpa.”

mboe Adrian feel a little like a ball being kicked from here to there. He didn’t know whether to stay or

ave

ltimately, he left the kitchen. He went to Philip and said, “She said she doesn’t need help, Grandpa.

hilip didn’t berate him. He merely said, “It’s fine if she doesn’t need your help, but you can’t not offer to

get it? This is the key to a married couple’s life.

dan didn’t like hearing Philip pointing out that he was married, but he still nodded. “Got it. You’re right

always Grandpa

hipset on the couch with his back straight. “I saw her preparing the ravioli for you when I arrived–it to me like she’d been working on them all afternoon. She said she wanted to keep some in the so you could have them for supper. She was worried you were pushing yourself too hard at work.

e added. “You can’t find a wife as wonderful as Farrah anywhere else. You’d better appreciate her while u have her

his surprised Adrian. He opened the refrigerator door to see the neatly packed ravioli and an abundance Ingredients. They were all tucked away in an orderly fashion.

ere were mushrooms, squash, tomatoes, com, chicken, fish, and other meats.

the truth, his hardened heart melted a little. It had been years since he’d felt the warmth of family: something hed craved for a long time.

he ravioli are ready! Soon, Farrah came out of the kitchen with a bowl of ravioli. Adrian hurriedly shut e refrigerator door

lelp her out, Adrian!” Philip ordered. Adrian was so dense that he would truly be the death of him!

drian waived into the kitchen and came out with the remaining two bowls. Farrah set the table and said,

me and try out my cooking!”

was sure this was the first time the kitchen had been put to use.

le ravioli smelled delicious and had been cooked to perfection. They gleamed and glistened in the wis Just the sight of them was enough to make one drool

illip kept singing Farrah’s praises, especially since she’d made the ravioli from scratch. “They’re Hicious! Still, since tonight is your wedding night, a celebration is in order. Adrian, when you have the ne, remember to bring Fay out for a nice meal!”

of it, Grandpa,” Adrian said. He sat beside Philip and scooped up a ravioli. It tasted good, but he had

mixed feelings about it.

He thought about something that had happened 18 years ago, when he’d been five. His heart throbbed painfully–the incident had to do with ravioll. Since then, he’d never eaten ravioli again. It had been 18

years.

“I didn’t know which type you liked, so I made four varieties. Grandpa told me you didn’t have any allergies, so I cooked the mushroom ones today.” Farrah was quite nice to Adrian. He’d saved her and Jodie, and she was thankful for that.

“Oh.” Adrian wanted to brush her off, but remembering that Philip was around, he added, “They taste good. I like them.”

Philip was delighted to hear that, “Have Fay cook this more often in the future if you like them! Treat her well, and she’ll be glad to cook for you!”

Philip was so… Adrian sighed to himself. it’d be better for him to speak less in the future.

After the meal, Adrian got up. Philip looked at him and said, “Adrian, you do the dishes since Fay did the cooking. A marriage will only work out if both parties contribute equally to the housework!”

Adrian faltered. Then, he started clearing the table. “Got it.”

“Grandpa…” Farrah started.

“Don’t say anything, Fay. Let him do it!”

In short, Adrian would never defy Philip. The latter was the person he cared most about in this world.

Farrah had no choice but to sit there and watch Adrian, He was tall, and his fingers were slender. Even as he cleared the table and brought the dirty dishes to the kitchen, he didn’t seem to fit in with the world.

“Come sit and chat with me, Fay,” Philip said. He grabbed her before she could head to the kitchen to help. As they sat on the couch, he said in a low voice, “Don’t feel bad for him. You have to train him to do housework from the first day of your marriage, or he’ll think it’s your duty to serve him!”

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