Chapter 810: Chapter 809
Editor: Henyee Translations

Uncle Olsen acknowledged Keira’s heartfelt “Dad” with a simple “Yeah.”

That single word carried the depth of love and acceptance he felt from her, a love that had finally rooted itself deep within her heart.

This child, at long last, acknowledged him.

He patted her shoulder affectionately.

That night, father and daughter talked for hours. Most of the conversation revolved around Uncle Olsen asking questions and Keira answering.

He wanted to know everything—how she grew up, her favorite foods, her preferred colors, and every little detail.

Keira answered earnestly, her responses sincere and thoughtful.

Before they knew it, it was late into the night. Exhaustion overtook Keira, and they finally parted ways. She returned to her room, but just as she lay down, she found herself enveloped in Lewis’s arms.

Looking at the man beside her and thinking of Uncle Olsen, who was now also part of her home, Keira suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of love surrounding her.

With a peaceful heart, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

By the time she woke, the sun was high in the sky. She glanced at the clock—it was already noon. Stretching lazily, she got out of bed, freshened up, and stepped out to find Lewis in the study next door, engrossed in an international conference call.

Not wanting to disturb him, she headed downstairs.

As she passed the dining room, she noticed Jenkins and Erin sitting with Sean Church, who looked frail as ever.

Since Jenkins’s cover as “Lion” had been blown, she’d completely dropped the meek act, turning into a carefree freeloader much like Erin.

Now, the two were practically a pair of professional housemates, doing little beyond eating and causing minor chaos.

Whenever Keira called them out, they protested vehemently.

Jenkins would argue, “Fix the Monbatten King issue for me or deal with the Clownfish crew, and I’ll have plenty to do! You think I like sitting around? My company’s waiting for me!”

Meanwhile, Erin would declare boldly, “I’m just a foodie. What’s wrong with enjoying some good meals every day? Why so strict?”

Keira was speechless.

What a pair.

She had given up debating with them, letting them go about their antics.

Today, their target was Sean.

Jenkins grinned. “Don’t you get hungry skipping meals like that?”

Sean nodded calmly. “I do, but I can’t eat.”

Erin, munching on her food, looked incredulous. “How can anyone not like eating? Food is so amazing…”

Sean gave a faint smile. “I’d love to know why I ended up with an eating disorder too.”

As they chatted, Keira came downstairs.

The moment Sean saw her, he stood quickly—too quickly.

A wave of dizziness hit him, and his assistant immediately steadied him. “Sir, you’re anemic. You can’t stand up so fast,” the assistant said with concern.

Sean managed a weak smile. “Noted. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Turning to Keira, he said, “I hope I’m not being too presumptuous, but I was wondering if you could make me some pasta.”

Keira rolled up her sleeves. “Sure.”

She headed to the kitchen and began kneading the dough.

A few moments later, Erin slipped in, sighing dramatically. “I’ve known you this long, and I’ve never tasted your cooking.”

Keira shot her a look but grabbed more flour to make an extra serving.

Just as she started mixing, Jenkins sauntered in. “Mind making me a portion too?”

With a resigned sigh, Keira added yet another portion. She glanced toward the doorway and caught Lewis standing there. He hadn’t said a word, but the expectant look in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

Silently, she prepared more dough.

By the end, what started as a single serving turned into enough pasta for seven.

Why seven?

Because Uncle Olsen and the pregnant Mary joined in, followed by Ellis, who had been lured in by the aroma.

At lunchtime, the dining table was uncharacteristically quiet as everyone focused on their pasta. The sound of slurping filled the air, accompanied by occasional sighs of satisfaction.

Sean, looking noticeably more energized, gave Keira a rare, genuine smile. The color in his cheeks had returned, and Keira couldn’t help but laugh at his contented expression.

Afterward, everyone lounged on the sofa, rubbing their full stomachs.

Erin declared, “Keira, your cooking is the best! I’m stuffed!”

She popped a piece of candy into her mouth as she spoke.

Jenkins could only roll his eyes.

Even Sean, touching his stomach with an uncharacteristically relaxed demeanor, said, “Oh, by the way, I’ll be hosting Monbatten for dinner in a few days. Would you all like to join?”

Jenkins immediately straightened. “You’re close with Monbatten?”

Sean replied modestly, “We know each other.”

Keira thought for a moment before nodding. “Sure, we’ll go.”

Uncle Olsen chimed in, “Count me in—and bring Amy along!”

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