Chapter 732

The familiar scent of cedar wafted in the air, making Yasmin feel somewhat uneasy. She moved away slightly to keep her distance.

"Eunice is currently in postpartum confinement. Let's all join her in having a confinement meal," Mortimer suggested, inviting everyone to start eating.

Unlike Eunice, who was touched by Mortimer's thoughtfulness, Joel seemed troubled.

Propping his chin up with his hand, he complained, "Come on, Morty! Eunice is in confinement, not us. Why should we eat this bland food, too?"

"If you eat other foods in front of her, she might crave them," Mortimer replied calmly, placing a stalk of celery into Eunice's bowl.

Eunice looked at him with bright eyes, thinking Mortimer was really thoughtful.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mortimer asked her, meeting her gaze.

Their eyes almost seemed to melt into each other.

Joel couldn't help but face-palm. "Oh! I can't watch this anymore. What have I done to deserve this torture every time I come here?"

Eunice