"Sir, Ma''am, Mister Sherman, dinner is ready."


    Polly brought out thest dish from the kitchen. The aroma wafted through the air from afar.


    "It smells so good. Nothing beats the food you cook, Polly," said Sherman as he helped his grandmother to the dining table. That night, it would only be the three of them-Sherman and his grandparents- dining.


    "Come back more often, then. I''ll cook delicious meals for you every day," said Polly as she served soup to their bowls.


    "Yes. If you want to eat Polly''s food,e back more often. She loses motivation to cook when you''re not home," added Chelsea.


    Polly smiled. "Your grandparents have smaller appetites now, and more so your mother. Only your father eats more. You, Mister Sherman, tend to eat the most."


    "The more you eat, the more aplished Polly feels," Roger chimed in. "Mm, the soup today is really vorful! Sherman, remind me to have Polly prepare a container for you to take home. You can heat it for breakfast tomorrow morning."


    Polly frowned slightly. "I can cook another batch if Mister Sherman wants to drink it. This soup won''t taste as good tomorrow morning."


    "No need to trouble yourself. I''lle back home myself if I want more of the soup," Sherman replied.


    Sherman took a night off at home to clear his mind, and the next day, when he returned to the office, he finally managed to put the matter behind him. He decided to find a woman to fake a marriage with, at least to reassure his family. Both his grandparents were getting older, and he did not want them to worry about his marriage all the time.


    He did not necessarily have to know this woman well, but she muste from a background that would be eptable to his parents. Most importantly, there could be no emotional entanglement between them, and they should be able to separate cleanly when the time woulde.


    The first set of criteria was easy to meet, but he could not guarantee thetter.


    Just as hiswyer had said, online rumors were abundant. After Sherman had repeatedly taken down the photos of him and ire holding hands, no one dared to openly post them again.


    This matter remained like a thorn inContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


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    his heart. He did not know what to ask ire when he would face her again. ''Is it necessary to inquire whether she was involved in this matter? Isn''t the obvious answer enough?''


    Even though he knew the answer, he did not want to believe it. He did not want to ept that the woman he once loved could turn out to be this maniptive.


    ''So that was why she invited me to the movie that day. She wanted to pave the way for her dance career in this country,'' thought Sherman.


    He dared not recall how many words she spoke during their time together were lies.


    Rita was just as dejected. Since her unpleasant parting with Sherman that day, she had not contacted him again. She did not know if she should take the initiative to ask him when they would investigate


    Esmond again. Perhaps he was tired of her hesitation.


    However, there was an even more important matter to address.


    Rita returned home once again. She happened to meet Karen, who was getting ready to go out, at the stairs.


    Karen was dressed gorgeously, but


    what she did not realize was that wealthy wives these days did not wear jewelry all over their bodies like she did. It was as if she was afraid that others would not know she was rich Only someone who was new to wealth would embellish themselves so extravagantly.


    Karen was putting on a half-inch pearl earring when Rita approached her aggressively, blocking her way.