Chapter 148
Thanksgiving with the Wellingtons was quite similar to how ordinary families celebrated it. The relatives gathered for a big meal and snacked some stuffed turkey or roast to mark the occasion.
But this year was a bit different compared to previous ones.
“Stephanie, what’s with your stuffed roast? Why are the fillings coming out?”
Vincent’s parents had recently traveled abroad, so he was left to spend the holiday alone. Naturally, he rolled over to Wellington Villa to join the
festivities.
He stared at the stuffed roast on the plate for a long time, deeply puzzled.
This thing. Did you make it? Is it even edible?” he asked, utterly astonished.
“You don’t have to eat it!” Stephanie retorted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and anger.
She wouldn’t tell them that her original plan was to butterfly and flatten the roast evenly for a uniform thickness, ensuring the stuffing could be spread evenly and rolled tightly. However, the fillings ended up squishing out due to applying too much force. Faced with the lump of fillings in her hands, she simply placed them on top.
“This is the ugliest stuffed roast I’ve ever seen.” Vincent couldn’t hold back and laughed heartily.
“What are you laughing at, Vincent! It has a lot of character,” Stephanie glared at him.
“Character? It’s character. Vincent laughed even harder.
“These fillings are a mixture of bread crumbs, herbs, and vegetables, Sandra chuckled as she brought over some fruit from the kitchen. “Mrs. Wellington spent a long time studying how to make it. She said she wanted to give it to Mr. Wellington as a Thanksgiving gift.”
Vincent glanced at her mischievously and sighed, “Stephanie, what were you thinking? Giving this to Dominick? Maybe you should change your WhatsApp ID from StephForce to BoldSteph.
Stephanie’s face darkened. “Vincent, you’re such a jerk. Watch your mouth?
She grabbed one of her precious pieces of meat from the table and threw it forcefully at the laughing Vincent across from her.
“What’s so funny?” A few figures slowly entered from the main door to the primary residence. Their noisy laughter had been audible even from outside. So, a familiar, low voice suddenly asked this question with a complex tone,
Stephanie and Vincent turned their heads simultaneously.
They saw Dorninick striding towards them. Stephanie composed herself, awkwardly placing the meat back on the table. Vincent, noticing the elders including George behind Dominick, dared not act out either.
Dominick naturally sat beside Stephanie, his gaze unintentionally falling on her face.
He noticed her transitioning from an angry confrontation with Vincent to suddenly becoming restrained and quiet.
“Grandpa. Stephanie greeted the elder in front of her respectfully, sitting more upright.
Turning her head, she glanced at the three women. Mary. Yvonne, and Hayley had also arrived.
“Mary” Stephanie greeted Mary politely, then pressed her lips together and decided to remain silent.
On this Thanksgiving. George had the maids light some scented candles, filling the entire house with a faint sandalwood scent that made people
feel calm and related
The butler served them coffee, but since Stephanie was pregnant and couldn’t drink it, she sat there feeling awkward because everyone was silent, just sipping their coffee. It was really strange
Stephanie wanted to go for a walk outside in the pavilion, but just as she was about to stand up and before she could speak, Dominick suddenly took her hand.
She turned, looking at him in confusion. “What are you doing?” she asked in a low voice,
Dominick didn’t speak immediately. His brows furrowed slightly as he gazed at her palm. “Does it still hurt?”
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Stephanie didn’t quite understand what he meant.
but
so much for helping me last time. I’m really sorry thyley, sitting diagonally across from them, reacted quickly with a smile. “Stelli, thank you
hurt your palm.”
Stephanie was a bit stunned, then remembered the minor injury from before. But today, while struggling with the stuffed roast in the kitchen, the wound got wet and had become a bit red and inflamed.
Before she could speak. Mary huffed in disapproval. Her tone was particularly disdainful. “She’s pregnant and still insists on running around. It’s like she’s deliberately trying to win favor. Such scheming
“That kind of scheming is just her level. Vincent, always blant, pointed at the ugly roast on the table and looked at Mary with an ambiguous sanile. “Stephanie isn’t capable of that kind of scheming yet. So, Mrs. Mary Wellington, she might not keep up if you keep setting the high bar.”
Mary’s face darkened.
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