In the evening, Arthur returned to the Bridgewater old house.
"Arthur." Sheryl greeted him as soon as she saw him, with a cute smile on her face.
Arthur looked at her, his eyebrows tightened, his eyes sank, but he soon regained his composure.
"Sheryl, are you here to see Elaine?" He replied lightly, but looked inside.
In the kitchen, Sylvia was busy, and he walked past her towards the kitchen.
Sheryl was left behind.
"Sylvia, I heard that you have worked hard these past two days. Perform well and I will reward you." Arthur stood beside Sylvia and put one hand on her waist. His other hand was already rummaging through the fried vegetables on the side. He pinched a piece of the vegetable and threw it into his mouth, chewing it and smiling warmly.
"I'm not making food for you. Go ahead and wash your hands. Do you want others to eat germs?" Sylvia scolded softly and knocked his hand off.
"Okay, I'll wash my hands right away." Arthur suddenly bent down and kissed her on the cheek, walked aside and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.
Sylvia's face turned red. What did this man take her for? His woman? Or is he deliberately bullying her and taking advantage of her? He does too much!
"Go away, Sheryl is in the living room, go and accompany her." She said angrily.
"Really? Are you willing to let me accompany her?" Seeing her indifferent expression, Arthur felt an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling in his heart and asked with a dark face.
"Of course, she is your woman. Why are you here with me if you won't accompany her? Don't forget, I am just a worker of the Bridgewater family." Sylvia replied indifferently.
Arthur looked at her, she wore a white sweater, black trousers, her hair tied back naturally, and her small, delicate and white face that had not been painted with makeup, but her expression was cold and ruthless, and she looked like she didn't care about him.
He felt a little disappointed.
Sylvia just took care of Chris, Hendrick and Jennifer, and was very focused on eating.
"The food cooked by my cousin-in-law is really delicious. It's delicious." Amelia sat next to Wendy and looked coldly at Sheryl who was as busy as a colorful butterfly. She was very uncomfortable with her.
Sylvia obviously cooked the food on the table, but she was making it look like she did it. She kept trying to please the elders, she acted utilitarian and hypocritical, and she didn't like that.
"These meals were all cooked by my Mommy. My mommy is very good at cooking." Jennifer fully understood Sheryl's thoughts and spoke with a smile.
The ugly witch wanted to take away her Mommy's credit, but she didn't like it and mentioned it on purpose.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work Sylvia." Wendy immediately touched her little face and praised Sylvia with a smile.
Sheryl's face became a little ugly, and she laughed: "Yes, my sister is very good at cooking, and I also like her cooking very much."

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