48: LUCKY FUTURE HUSBAND

LUCKY FUTURE HUSBAND

THE distinctive side of Ingrid was witnessed by Clifford just now. She is by far from the detached, resolute, and firm appearance she always projects in public.0

In her home, she seems like a normal woman who could be happy even in simple things. But he never thought that she could also have some knowledge about wines, yet his admiration was ruined when Lance entered the picture.

He mulled over that ever since this man appeared, he seems to be the hindrance against his interest in Ingrid. He always came from nowhere and ruins their time together. Especially now, he could not barge in their conversation as they were so ecstatic about dialogue. The two seemed to ignore Clifford to the side and focused only on the wine. Both of them shared their knowledge regarding it, the history, and its price.

However, Clifford stopped when he realized where his emotions were heading. His calm and collected stance was slowly fading. It felt right at the same time dangerous for him.

'No. It's only an attraction. This will eventually fade.'

Then in his reverie,

"Have you tasted this Lance?" Ingrid asked with full anticipation.

"Yeah, and it's one of my favorite..I believe it was only bought through a charity auction, is it right, Mr. Briggs?" Lance said as-a-matter-of-fact.

"Yes."

"Is it you or uncle Clint who bought it?" Ingrid glanced at Clifford.

"I did." Clifford answered, trying to act cool and distant, but...

He can't help but stare at her.

"Why am I not surprise." Ingrid casually remarked. Still, her eyes lingered on the unopened bottle.

"Oh, before I forgot, I'll prepare the wine glasses first and I know exactly what type of wine glasses that goes with that." Her voice squeaks with delight as she loves collecting different wine glasses, too. She then called her house helper.

"Jeri, kindly escort, Mr. Briggs to the garden, please."

Hurriedly, Jeri came and then escorted Cliff to the garden, but he seems reluctant because Lance is left with Ingrid helping her with the cabernet wine glasses. They both looked so thrilled while preparing it, and both were smiling. His appearance darkened on what he saw.

The house helper just stood there waiting for him to move. Because she has other things to do, so she spoke,

"Ahh, sir... this way, please." he shifted his gaze on her, and he scowled at her. The poor maid staggered after seeing Clifford's face. She hurried her steps to avoid him.

'He's so scary! He is much different from what Nanny Tess did describe..." She complained. '...huhuhu.. I didn't do anything to him, but why is he scowling at me.' She whimpered inwardly.

Clifford saw neatly cut, shaped shrubs lined up to the elevated eight-seater table specifically made for comfort when they reached the garden.

A customized hammock swing stands nearby, mostly made for those who love sky gazing at night.

The place was so serene, and the light is inviting and emphasizing coziness and hominess to every visitor. It seems like it is inviting you to sit and relax and eat and enjoy each other's company.

He sighed profoundly, filling his lungs with fresh air and as well the fragrance from the flowers. His irritation was calmed by the mere sight of his family and Ingrid's parents as well. His stride became slow, and he relished his eyes with the view of the plants around him. Nearing the table, he heard the healthy laughter coming from them.

"What took you so long, Cliff? Where's Ingrid?" her mother asked the moment his son came into view.

"She's preparing the wine glasses." He said while he took his seat.

"But why you didn't help her?" He just shrugged, remembering the scene earlier. His scowling worsen.

"Oh, it's okay, we are the host for tonight, so it's just proper that she'll do the preparation and I think Lance is there to help her." Rose butt in.

"Oh, Lance is here?" Helen's voice seems displeased when she heard Rose mentioned Lance. Automatically, John squeezed his wife's hands.

"Yes, he's here, Ingrid invited him for dinner since he accompanied us for the whole day in Veanco Square. I was even amazed how prepared my daughter is, she even have spare clothes for her visitors in case of some urgent situations. Luckily, Lance found clothes that fitted him perfectly." John said with full of pride for her daughter.

"Oh, is it? I never thought that she could still find time to think for that. Her future husband will be lucky." Clint commented.

"My son is lucky indeed!" Helen said quietly.

"Did you say something, Helen?" Rose asked, smiling.

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