"Anne is staying here tonight."
"Suit yourself." Master Linden knew now that he couldn't control Nathan Fawcett!
Besides, he did have a soft spot for his grandson, so he let Nathan Fawcett have his way.
Nathan Fawcett saw him to his car before coming back inside. Anne Sutton and Ian were almost finished with their noodles.
Nathan Fawcett sat down and looked at Anne Sutton. "Grandfather just talks like that. He doesn't mean any harm. You're not upset, are you?"
Anne Sutton saw how cautious he was and knew he was caught between her and his grandfather, which put him in a difficult position.
Seeing how afraid he was that she might be angry, she couldn't hold back a laugh.
Nathan Fawcett let out a sigh of relief, lowered his head to continue eating his noodles, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Anne Sutton said, "Your noodles are getting soggy. Stop eating."
"It's fine," Nathan Fawcett said. "You made them. I'd still love them even if they sat out all night."
