Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 22

Andrew was a well-known figure from Ansport, famously obsessed with cleanliness.

The first time he had dined with the Johns family, Kristine had picked up food for him.

He’d immediately swapped his plate for a new one, leaving Kristine so mortified that she’d cried after he left.

Today marked Andrew’s first visit to the Johns family’s residence since that unfortunate incident.

“I’m sorry.

” Madisyn glanced at the rib that had ended up on Andrew’s plate.

Should she take that back?

Kristine jumped in, her tone sharp but controlled.

“Madisyn, Andre is extremely particular about cleanliness.

Please, be mindful next time so we don’t have any more of these.

.

mishaps.

” She shot a glance at a nearby maid.

“Get Andre a fresh plate.

”

Andrew’s voice cut through the dining room, smooth and commanding.

“No need.

”

With deliberate calm, he placed the rib back onto Madisyn’s plate, continuing his meal without missing a beat, his poised demeanor unshaken.

The room fell silent, everyone caught off guard by his reaction.

This was nothing like his behavior toward Kristine before.

Kristine’s face tightened, her eyes locked on Andrew in quiet disbelief.

Madisyn, however, remained unfazed, more interested in savoring her rib than in the awkwardness around her.

The latter part of the meal felt charged with tension.

When it was over, Waylon eagerly offered to give Andrew and Madisyn a tour of the estate.

Kristine insisted on tagging along.

The Johns family’s estate sprawled out like a vast paradise, with fountains and gardens brimming with exotic plants.

The evening breeze added an air of tranquility, making it feel like a hidden sanctuary.

Halfway through their walk, Waylon’s phon

e buzzed.

He glanced at the screen.

“It’s the director.

You guys hold on a minute-it might be about the script.

”

Kristine seized the moment, smiling brightly.

“I’ll take Andre and Madisyn for a stroll, then.

”

“Sure.

” Waylon nodded, stepping aside to take the call.

Kristine led Andrew and Madisyn down a winding stone path, her conversation flowing effortlessly.

“So, Andre, are you busy these days?”

“Not too busy,” he replied.

Kristine continued, her tone brimming with enthusiasm, “This here is our little stream.

We’ve got fish in it.

I love spending time in that pavilion-reading, fishing, just unwinding.

You should definitely try it sometime, Andre.

It’s incredibly peaceful.

”

Her eyes shone with admiration as she looked at Andrew, who, even under the dim night sky, exuded an enigmatic charm.

A gentle breeze stirred, and Andrew glanced down to see Madisyn shiver slightly beside him.