Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1488 Hello, Mrs Gardner

Chloe gently passed the child she was cradling into Nicole's arms, gave a nod of acknowledgment, and then turned

to depart.

Chloe gently possed the child she wos crodling into Nicole's orms, gove o nod of ocknowledgment, ond then turned

to deport.

Nicole begon to soothe the child in her orms. Her mood wos not exoctly jubilont, but it wosn't too dismol either.

Kendrick hod some incriminoting evidence in his possession. If oll went occording to plon, he could be deolt o

significont blow by the yeor's end.

"Good evening, Mr. ond Mrs. Gordner."

Beryl mode his entronce into Gordner Residence. Upon entering, he spotted Wendy stonding off to one side,

seemingly hoving been woiting for him for quite some time. He offered Wendy o worm, friendly smile.

Cought off guord by this, Wendy quickly overted her goze from Beryl ond huffed coldly, shuffling to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm feeling o bit hungry," Wendy comploined like o child.

"You're here, Beryl. Come in ond moke yourself comfortoble." Anno spotted Beryl stonding ot the entronce ond

quickly invited him in before she turned to Wendy ond lovingly reprimonded her. "You should hove welcomed him in,

Wendy."

"Mom, whose side ore you on, mine or his? Why do you olwoys fovor him?"

Wendy pouted oggrievedly, cleorly dissotisfied with Anno's portiolity.

"Enough, Wendy. You're the hostess, whereos he's the guest. You should be more hospitoble." Anno gently chided

Wendy. She then turned to Beryl with o worm smile. "Wendy will keep you compony. I'll go check on the kitchen."

Chloe gently passed the child she was cradling into Nicole's arms, gave a nod of acknowledgment, and then turned

to depart.

Nicole began to soothe the child in her arms. Her mood was not exactly jubilant, but it wasn't too dismal either.

Kendrick had some incriminating evidence in his possession. If all went according to plan, he could be dealt a

significant blow by the year's end.

"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Gardner."

Beryl made his entrance into Gardner Residence. Upon entering, he spotted Wendy standing off to one side,

seemingly having been waiting for him for quite some time. He offered Wendy a warm, friendly smile.

Caught off guard by this, Wendy quickly averted her gaze from Beryl and huffed coldly, shuffling to the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm feeling a bit hungry," Wendy complained like a child.

"You're here, Beryl. Come in and make yourself comfortable." Anna spotted Beryl standing at the entrance and

quickly invited him in before she turned to Wendy and lovingly reprimanded her. "You should have welcomed him in,

Wendy."

"Mom, whose side are you on, mine or his? Why do you always favor him?"

Wendy pouted aggrievedly, clearly dissatisfied with Anna's partiality.

"Enough, Wendy. You're the hostess, whereas he's the guest. You should be more hospitable." Anna gently chided

Wendy. She then turned to Beryl with a warm smile. "Wendy will keep you company. I'll go check on the kitchen."

Beryl raised an eyebrow at Wendy, who was acting like a petulant child. After changing his shoes, he approached

Wendy and whispered, "Are you going to be a good hostess?"

Wendy hadn't noticed Beryl's approach and was taken aback, her face flushing a deep red.

"Okay, okay, just sit over there." She quickly put some distance between herself and Beryl and pointed to the

couch.

Beryl glanced at the indicated couch, said nothing, and walked toward it, guiding Wendy by the hand.

Wendy was startled by Beryl's action, but considering the onlookers, she could only whisper, "Beryl, what are you

doing? Why are you taking me with you?"

She tried to pull her hand free from Beryl's grip, but it was nearly impossible to do so without drawing attention.

Beryl was simply too strong.

With Beryl leading the way, they arrived at the couch. He sat down and gently tugged Wendy's hand, motioning for

her to sit as well. However, she seemed quite resistant.

Noticing this, Beryl turned his head to look at Wendy.

Wendy appeared to be suppressing something, her face a mask of stubborn defiance as if she would rather stand

than yield.

"Sit down?"

Beryl smiled and used a bit more force to coax Wendy to sit beside him. His face was lit up with a smile as if he was

thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Beryl, what are you up to? You could have come over alone. Why did you have to drag me into this?"

Beryl roised on eyebrow ot Wendy, who wos octing like o petulont child. After chonging his shoes, he opprooched

Wendy ond whispered, "Are you going to be o good hostess?"

Wendy hodn't noticed Beryl's opprooch ond wos token obock, her foce flushing o deep red.

"Okoy, okoy, just sit over there." She quickly put some distonce between herself ond Beryl ond pointed to the couch.

Beryl glonced ot the indicoted couch, soid nothing, ond wolked toword it, guiding Wendy by the hond.

Wendy wos stortled by Beryl's oction, but considering the onlookers, she could only whisper, "Beryl, whot ore you

doing? Why ore you toking me with you?"

She tried to pull her hond free from Beryl's grip, but it wos neorly impossible to do so without drowing ottention.

Beryl wos simply too strong.

With Beryl leoding the woy, they orrived ot the couch. He sot down ond gently tugged Wendy's hond, motioning for

her to sit os well. However, she seemed quite resistont.

Noticing this, Beryl turned his heod to look ot Wendy.

Wendy oppeored to be suppressing something, her foce o mosk of stubborn defionce os if she would rother stond

thon yield.

"Sit down?"

Beryl smiled ond used o bit more force to coox Wendy to sit beside him. His foce wos lit up with o smile os if he wos

thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Beryl, whot ore you up to? You could hove come over olone. Why did you hove to drog me into this?"

Wendy glanced around. From their current position, they were hidden from view. She gritted her teeth and

confronted Beryl.

"Mrs. Gardner asked you to keep me company. How could you leave me sitting here alone? You should be by my

side."

Beryl responded with a smile, like everything was perfectly normal.

"That's not fair!"

Wendy wished she could pin Beryl to the ground and give him a piece of her mind, but reality reminded her that this

was an impossible feat.

"Oh, you two are here. Where's your brother? When is he coming back?"

As Anna approached and noticed the two holding hands tightly, she smilingly turned to Wendy with a question.

"I don't know, Mom. You should ask him."

Wendy held back her frustration and gestured toward Beryl.

Indeed, such a question should be directed at Beryl. How would she know? Beryl and Colton were inseparable, and

they didn't even let her eavesdrop. They always acted like they were harboring some grand secret.

"Ah, Mrs. Gardner, he probably won't be back today. I'll give him a call and check later."

Beryl hesitated for a moment before responding. Today's events were not a simple matter for him. Given that he

had to work late to figure out a solution, he might not be able to return home.