Matthew listened to Charles's rambling on the other end of the line, sensing that Charles was getting sidetracked again. Eager to change the subject, Matthew interrupted sharply: "How's Grandma doing?"

"Mr. Grant," Charles replied, "the butler reported that she sent the maids out early this morning to buy yarn. She's knitting sweaters at the old mansion."

Reassured, Matthew knew his grandmother had whimsical ideas about Valerie joining the family, but thankfully, she seemed preoccupied with her knitting. As long as she wasn't pushing for a marriage, Matthew was content.

"Just keep an eye on her, will you? Make sure she doesn't wander off again," he instructed.

"Understood, Mr. Grant," Charles replied.

As Charles's voice faded, Matthew heard footsteps nearby. He ended the call just as Valerie opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat.

"Mr. Grant, I was thinking of ordering a small cake to share after dinner. This bakery is quite renowned and offers caramel, toffee, and strawberry. Which would you prefer?" she asked.

Matthew considered for a moment. "Strawberry. It's usually a hit with the kids."

"Perfect!" Valerie responded brightly, her voice betraying her excitement at the mention of Aiden. She quickly bent her head to place the order on her phone.

Matthew watched her settle into the seat. Even with her head bowed, he could see the outline of her face, highlighted by a playful dimple and bathed in soft sunlight, giving her an almost angelic glow.

Reflecting on Charles's earlier comments, Matthew felt a pang of uncertainty. Every time Valerie had upset him, his anger dissipated before he even realized it. Her soothing tone and constant smile mysteriously smoothed over his frustrations, making him forget his initial annoyance.

She seemed able to transform irritation into contentment. Even now, Matthew found it hard to believe he was spending a casual evening shopping and dining with a woman, just like any regular couple.

Matthew was surprisingly cheerful. Despite the unexpected turns his life had taken because of Valerie, he didn't mind the current situation.

They arrived at the apartment to find the kitchenware store delivering goods. Workers bustled about, bringing in new supplies. Shortly after, the seafood Matthew had ordered arrived.

Valerie suggested they host Julian and Ashley for dinner that evening, and Matthew agreed. She seemed touched by his willingness to shop with her. Once inside, Valerie insisted Matthew rest while she took care of everything.

She efficiently washed dishes, cleaned seafood, and chopped meat. Suddenly, Matthew thought of something. "Should we pick up some fruit as well?"

Valerie chuckled. "No need. My brother owns a fruit shop. He'll bring plenty; he'd be offended if we bought fruit elsewhere." After a brief pause, she reassured him, "Mr. Grant, please don't worry. I've got this covered. Feel free to relax in your room or do whatever you'd like."

Matthew nodded. "Alright then." He knew his strengths, and kitchen work certainly wasn't one of them.

However, Matthew had barely stepped away when a soft sob caught his attention.

"What's wrong?" Concerned, Matthew hurried back to the kitchen to find Valerie in front of the cutting board, her fingers bleeding.