Chapter 598

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Once the menu arrived, Cruz handed it to Linsey. “Here, Ms. Brooks. See if there’s anything you’d like.”
Linsey hesitated slightly, feeling a bit overwhelmed. These were two of the most influential figures in Grester, and they were treating her with such warmth and attention. It was a little disorienting. Still, she had enough experience to keep her composure.
“Thank you, Mr. Lawson. I’m not picky—anything is fine,” she said politely.
If Collin and Dolores were here, they would surely argue that she was actually quite particular about food.
Myla flipped open the menu and looked at Linsey with a soft smile. “Linsey, may I call you that?”
Linsey nodded. “Of course.”
“Good. Then there’s no need to call me Mrs. Lawson. Just call me Myla. And don’t hold back—order whatever you like.”
Linsey couldn’t refuse any longer. “Alright,” she agreed, finally taking the menu more seriously.
The Lawson family had invited her here, likely because of the collaboration between CR Corporation and Lawson Group. While she genuinely liked Myla, she knew she couldn’t afford to let her guard down too quickly. At the very least, she needed a good meal to keep her energy up for whatever conversation lay ahead.
As Linsey browsed the menu, Myla watched her closely. Sometimes, feelings were unexplainable. The more she observed Linsey, the more she found herself drawn to everything about this young woman. She felt an instinctive urge to care for her.
To an outsider, it might seem like Myla was sizing Linsey up as a potential daughter-in-law for Jeffery. But deep down, Myla knew the truth. She wasn’t thinking of Linsey as a future daughter-in-law. She was thinking of her as a daughter.
The realization made Myla’s heart skip a beat. That was impossible, wasn’t it? Her breath caught for a moment.
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Linsey, noticing the shift in her expression, immediately asked, “Myla, are you feeling okay?”
Cruz also looked over with concern. “Are you still tired from the trip?”
Myla blinked and quickly regained her composure. “No, no, I’m fine,” she replied with a reassuring smile.
She had just let her thoughts wander too far. How could Linsey possibly be her daughter? She and Cruz only had Jeffery and Carol. A third child was simply impossible.
As the dishes were served, Myla warmly placed some food on Linsey’s plate, occasionally asking about her dietary preferences. Linsey felt a bit puzzled by Myla’s kindness but accepted it with grace, offering her thanks.
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