23. Sleeping in Brent's Room

Lunch was finally served. There was plenty of food on the table, but Brent was more interested in Beverley’s mac and cheese. He wanted to know if she could cook well.

He quickly took a spoon and tasted it. He didn’t expect much at first, but it was surprisingly good. It felt like it was melting in his mouth. He liked it immediately.

“How was it? Does it taste good?” Michael asked curiously.

Brent cleared his throat, then smiled. “My wife cooks well,” he said as he glanced at Beverley. The woman just rubbed her neck awkwardly.

Michael chuckled. “It looks like I didn’t choose the wrong daughter-in-law,” he said happily. He continued eating his lunch with gusto.

Meanwhile, Beverley didn’t say much. This was the first time she had sat down to eat with either Brent or her father. So, she was not used to it.

At that moment, Brent suddenly slid the plate of tacos in front of her. She looked at him uncomprehendingly. He said, “Eat more. In Hawaii, you don’t eat enough.”

Beverley furrowed her