Shania chased after him, laughing. "Who's being disrespectful? You aren't even my boss yet and you're already lecturing me!"
Carson laughed. "Exactly why you shouldn't come work for me!"
"I'm going to!" Shania whined playfully. "If you become my boss, I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"
Marina had already taken her seat. She glanced up at the flirting duo. Maybe it was her imagination, but Shania seemed to be deliberately acting cozy with Carson right in front of her.
"Carson," Miranda Foster called out softly. "Marina is wearing white. Be a dear and fetch her a napkin."
A maid immediately hurried to the kitchen and returned with a pristine napkin. Carson took it, seamlessly taking the empty seat beside Marina, and attentively draped the cloth over her lap.
Marina looked at Mrs. Foster with a gentle smile. "Thank you."
Miranda returned the warm smile. "We're family. There's no need for formalities."
Barton Foster, seated next to his wife, suddenly spoke up. "Carson, from now on, bring Marina to all our family gatherings."
Marina's eye twitched. She shot Carson a frantic look, desperately signaling him to find an excuse to decline.
But Carson acted oblivious. He just nodded smoothly. "Understood."
Marina was speechless.
What the hell was he doing? They weren't actually getting married. Playing the devoted fiancée for this dinner was more than enough. He expected her to do this every time?
Carson leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My grandpa and mom both adore you. If you reject them now, they'll be heartbroken. Just play along for today. I'll cover for you next time."
Only then did Marina let out a quiet breath of relief.
Shania picked up her plate and glass, turning to Jonathan Foster. "Cousin Jonathan, could we swap seats? I want to talk to Carson about business!"


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