Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 116: Just Pretending to Be His Fiancée...
The old man kept asking Melody Parker several questions.
However, all the questions were invariably about her and Neal Galan.
Just like that, Melody Parker got pulled by the old man and chatted in the Galan Estate’s living room for quite a while.
Until Melody Parker apologetically smiled and said, "Grandpa, I’m sorry, I need to use the restroom, please excuse me for a moment."
"Alright." The old man maintained a kind smile, looking towards Auntie Red who was standing nearby and instructed, "Take my granddaughter-in-law to the restroom." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Okay." Auntie Red responded, walked in front of Melody Parker, and paused, "Miss Parker, come with me."
Auntie Red took Melody Parker to the restroom.
The old man immediately changed his expression, picked up the nearby cane, and was about to hit Neal Galan with it, "You brat, you’re useless!"
Neal Galan reached out and easily caught the cane from the old man, "Grandpa, what are you doing now?"
The old man huffed and glared, "Humph, how dare you ask what I’m doing? Don’t think I don’t know this girl is someone you found to put on a show in front of me."
Neal Galan accompanied with a smiling face, "Grandpa, how can you say it’s a show? I really do like her. I genuinely plan to have her as your granddaughter-in-law."
The old man withdrew his weird expression, looked at Neal Galan, and bluntly debunked, "And what about the girl’s opinion? How did you explain to her?"
Neal Galan: "..."
He had to admit, his grandpa was quite the sharp character.
His little scheme wasn’t really up to par in front of the old man.
But that’s good.
This way, grandpa could cooperate with him better.
Moreover, Melody believes in him.
He believes it won’t take long before he makes this fake act real.
Neal Galan said nothing, and the old man continued forcefully, "If you really have the guts, don’t leave tonight and sleep in one room with her."
Neal Galan: "..."
He would love to do that, but would Melody agree?
Probably not.
He looked at the old man and set a trap, "Whether I stay here tonight depends on your performance."
The old man glared at him, "Useless, relying on the old man again at the crucial moment."
At this moment, Oliver Nash, dressed in a light blue shirt and dark blue trousers, walked in.
His gentle eyes casually glanced at Neal Galan sitting on the sofa, and he spoke calmly, "Grandpa, Alston, you’re both here."
The old man’s eyes shifted to Oliver Nash, speaking plainly, "Oliver, you’re back, come and sit."
"Yes, Grandpa." Oliver Nash answered, sitting down on the living room sofa.
Once Oliver Nash sat down, Neal Galan stood up, looking at the old man, "Grandpa, I’ll go check on Melody."
"Useless, can’t go a moment without looking for her as if she could get lost at home." The old man glared at Neal Galan, waving him off, "Go, go."
Neal Galan was about to stand up when Melody, who had finished in the restroom, returned.
Seeing Oliver Nash, Melody was somewhat surprised.
She had never known much about Neal Galan’s family background, didn’t know the relationship between Oliver Nash and Neal, nor why Oliver Nash was here.
Nevertheless, this didn’t affect her basic etiquette.
She looked at Oliver Nash, smiling as she greeted, "Director Nash, hello."
Oliver Nash looked at Melody Parker, nodding slightly, and said plainly, "Hello, Miss Parker."
The old man suspiciously looked between Melody Parker and Oliver Nash, "You two know each other?"
Melody Parker smiled, "Yes, Grandpa, I once collaborated with Director Nash."
"Hmm." The old man looked at Oliver Nash and instructed, "Oliver, Melody is Neal’s fiancée, if there’s further cooperation, take good care of her."
Oliver Nash nodded, "Don’t worry, Grandpa."
The old man looked at Melody Parker, "Melody, you probably didn’t know, but Oliver is Neal’s brother, so you don’t have to be too formal with him, just call him big brother."
Neal Galan’s face fell, speaking coldly, "No need for big brother, it’s better to call him Director Nash."
The old man’s face stiffened but he said nothing more.
The two brothers used to get along well when they maintained a cousin relationship.
However, since four years ago, when Oliver was suddenly sent to River City, the two brothers’ relationship had significantly changed.
Although no one knew exactly what happened between them.
The old man knew it must have been something serious.
Otherwise, Neal wouldn’t still be unwilling to forgive Oliver.
As he grew older, he naturally hoped for a house full of children and grandchildren and family harmony.
Nonetheless, he wasn’t a rigid, stubborn old man, and wouldn’t force his grandson to do something he didn’t want.
Auntie Red, having followed the old man for so long, naturally had a keen sense of the atmosphere.
Seeing the tension, she immediately smiled and said, "Old Master, dinner is ready, what do you think?"
The old man looked at Melody Parker, with a kind face, saying, "Melody, you must be hungry, come, let’s go eat with Grandpa."
Melody Parker nodded, "Okay."
Neal Galan walked to the old man’s side, "Grandpa, I’ll push you over."
The old man glared at him, "Stupid boy, I don’t need you to push me."
Then, the old man replaced his expression with a smile, looking at Melody Parker, "Melody, would you mind pushing Grandpa?"
"Of course, Grandpa, I’m more than happy to." Melody Parker joked as she walked to the back of the old man’s chair.
Thus, Melody Parker pushed the old man, with Neal Galan by her side, and the three of them headed toward the dining room.
Oliver Nash rose afterward, forlornly following behind the three, his eyes only on one person, as he also moved toward the dining room.
Everyone took their seats, and the family dinner to meet the granddaughter-in-law at the Galan Estate officially began.
The old man still sat in the head seat.
Neal Galan sat to the old man’s right hand.
And as Neal Galan’s fiancée, Melody naturally sat by his side.
The other person, Oliver Nash, sat to the old man’s left, directly opposite Melody Parker.
The old man’s kind eyes looked at Melody Parker, "Melody, when you’re here with Grandpa, it’s like being at your own home, don’t be reserved. Here, we don’t have many rules, eat whatever you like."
Melody Parker smiled, speaking graciously, "Don’t worry, Grandpa, I won’t be shy with my appetite."
"Haha..." The old man laughed heartily, "That’s the spirit, that’s the spirit."
The dinner spread on the table was both exquisite and abundant, with plenty of Melody Parker’s favorite dishes.
Neal Galan picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and placed it in Melody’s bowl, looking at her with gentle, affectionate eyes, and softly spoke, "Melody, your favorite braised crucian carp, try the chef’s version here."
Melody Parker picked up her chopsticks, ate the fish placed in her bowl by Neal, and nodded approvingly, "Hmm, it’s very good."
"Grandpa doesn’t have many hobbies, but he’s particularly demanding about food; this chef was hired at a great cost. Since you like it, have some more."
