Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 104: Thea Tate’s Thoughts

Silas Sheffield led Clara into the living room, with Butler Adler following behind, carrying the luggage.

"Are you hungry?" Silas asked Clara gently.

"Mm." Clara nodded.

"Let’s go eat then."

"Okay."

The butler took the luggage upstairs, while Silas led Clara to the dining room.

Behind them, Thea’s gaze fell on their intertwined hands, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

In all the years she’d known Silas, when had she ever seen him so close to another woman?

Could they already be...

Thinking of this, Thea’s face turned slightly pale.

"Sir, Madam, you’re back," Ms. Cheney said, carrying a large bowl of sea cucumber and spare ribs soup from the kitchen to the dining room. "Sir, Madam, the dishes are all ready."

Silas said, "Ms. Cheney, please call Mom down to eat."

This ’Mom’ referred to Yvonne Sterling.

"Alright." Ms. Cheney set the soup down and headed upstairs.

"I’ll go call her," Clara said.

Silas replied, "You go wash your hands and get ready to eat. You’ve had a long day, sit down and rest a bit."

Thea watched Silas as he cared for Clara, listening to his gentle voice that seemed tender enough to squeeze out water; she was feeling rather bitter.

So even someone as cold and indifferent as Silas had such a gentle side.

Clara went to wash her hands and prepare for the meal.

After washing her hands, Clara saw Thea serving soup.

Seeing Clara approach, Thea smiled gently, "Clara, do you have any aversion to scallions or coriander?"

"No," Clara replied.

"Then your taste is quite different from Silas’s; he’s hated coriander ever since he was a child," Thea said with a smile.

Silas glanced at her, "I love it now."

Thea’s hand paused slightly, she smiled but said nothing more.

"You’re the guest, no need to do these things," Silas said coolly, "Let Ms. Cheney handle it."

Thea smiled gracefully, "It’s no bother."

"After all these years, you still remember Silas’s tastes, Thea," Susan Saxon walked over, chuckling, "Silas, all the dishes today are your favorites. Thea specifically told Ms. Cheney to cook according to your preference."

Clara glanced at the dishes on the table, they were indeed Silas’s favorites.

She lowered her eyes, her face showing no expression.

Silas said, "Even if she didn’t, Ms. Cheney would know what to make."

Absolutely disagreeing.

Thea’s hand tightened slightly around the soup ladle, her face maintaining a calm demeanor, betraying no emotion.

Thea finished serving the soup and said with a smile, "Let’s eat."

"Still, Thea is so virtuous," Susan Saxon laughed, "If only I had a granddaughter-in-law like you."

Every sentence the old lady uttered was aimed at Clara.

Clara pursed her lips, unsure what to say, a trace of embarrassment flickering in her eyes.

Silas spoke evenly, "That’s easy to solve; Simon and Ivan aren’t married yet, you can arrange a match for them."

Simon and Ivan are Silas’s cousins, one the son of his second uncle, the other his third uncle’s son, both the old lady’s biological grandsons.

The old lady glared at him, "Simon hasn’t graduated college, Ivan is still underage."

Silas said lazily, "Since you really want Thea as your granddaughter-in-law, you wouldn’t mind waiting a few years."

The old lady said irritably, "Enough, I was just joking."

Silas said nothing.

Clara’s heart felt a bit sweet.

Thea laughed, "Grandma was just joking."

Appearing very understanding.

"Yes, Thea understands me," the old lady laughed, reaching for Thea’s hand, "Come sit next to Grandma."

Thea’s expression was gentle, her smile shallow, giving her a gentle and obedient demeanor, displaying a perfect image of a lady from a distinguished family. The old lady liked her more the longer she looked at her.

If not for Clara’s sudden arrival, Thea and Silas might have had a chance.

Thinking of this, the old lady developed resentment towards Clara.

Thea sat next to the old lady.

Silas led Clara to sit across from them.

Ms. Cheney called Yvonne downstairs to eat, and upon seeing Clara, Yvonne’s lips spread into a smile, "Clara’s back."

"Mom." Clara got up to help Yvonne, "Come sit here."

Silas pulled out a chair, and Yvonne sat beside Clara.

The old lady’s eyes showed displeasure, and she said dryly, "Now that everyone’s here, let’s start eating."

After everyone was seated, Ms. Cheney brought out the mild, healthy, and nutritious meal prepared especially for Yvonne.

This was made according to the doctor’s prescribed diet, ever since Yvonne had moved in, Ms. Cheney had prepared it for every meal.

Silas had even given Ms. Cheney a raise for this.

Thea suddenly asked in confusion, "Oh? Auntie Sterling, don’t you like these dishes?"

"No, I just can’t eat them," Yvonne quickly explained, "I eat according to the doctor’s prescribed diet daily now."

"Doctor’s prescribed diet?" Thea asked again, "Are you sick?"

Thea knew Yvonne was sick.

When the old lady questioned Yvonne, Thea pretended to avoid the topic but was actually hiding and eavesdropping.

So in the eyes of both the old lady and Yvonne, she was unaware, making her question seem innocent.

Yvonne softly replied, "Mm."

Thea continued to ask, "What illness?"

Silas coldly glanced at her and changed the topic, "Mom, try the dishes, tell me how they taste today."

"Alright." Yvonne smiled and picked up her chopsticks.

Thea noticed Silas shifting the conversation, and she didn’t continue inquiring. She said to Silas, "Silas, try the braised pork; I remember it’s your favorite."

Susan Saxon chuckled, "Thea has a good heart, remembering so clearly."

Clara quietly lowered her eyes, saying nothing.

The statement seemed harmless, could be interpreted as familiarity between old friends; if Clara got upset over such a comment, it would appear petty.

Yvonne paused her chopsticks, instantly recognizing Thea’s intentions.

Thea liked Silas.

Moreover, the Sheffield Family’s old lady seemed fond of Thea too, possibly even wanting to match Thea with Silas...

Yvonne glanced at her daughter sitting beside her, feeling concerned for her.

The next moment, Silas used his chopsticks to put a piece of salt and pepper spare ribs into Clara’s bowl, "Clara, your favorite ribs."

Thea watched this, a slight crack appearing in her flawless expression.

Silas had mild germophobia, never sharing dining utensils with others.

Yet at this moment, instead of using the communal chopsticks, he used his own chopsticks to serve Clara.

Following this, Thea saw Silas calmly putting on disposable gloves, skillfully peeling shrimp for Clara, and placing the peeled shrimp onto her plate, paying no heed to her previous words.

Thea suppressed the jealousy in her heart, said nothing more, and lowered her eyes, focusing on her meal.

Clara felt quite comforted inside by Silas’s deliberate display of affection in front of others.