"Nope~"
She shook her head. "My nose just suddenly felt itchy. It's nothing."
No sooner had she finished speaking than her right eyelid inexplicably twitched, and a strange feeling rose in her heart:
"Why... do I suddenly feel like something bad is going to happen?"
It must be my imagination!
Using her own little knife and fork, she laboriously cut off a large piece of beef. She nodded in satisfaction and was just about to spear it when a sudden shout came from behind her: "Ha!"
Bernadette jumped and hurriedly looked back, just in time to see her father, Roselle, lean over and swallow the piece of beef she had worked so hard to cut.
"Mmm~ Delicious. Just what I'd expect from a piece my darling cut for Daddy herself."
"!!!"
Bernadette was furious. "Daddy, you're so sneaky!"
"I call it wisdom~"
Roselle smugly chewed the beef and sat down in his seat. Yawning, he picked up a glass of sweet iced tea and gulped it down, then let out a satisfied breath.
Bernadette huffed. "Did you go to another drinking party at noon, Daddy?"
"No!"
"Your nose is getting longer!"
"It really isn't true. Ask Mommy if you don't believe me."
Matilda smiled gently. She had always been a simple, innocent woman, and she knew perfectly well what her husband was usually like. But as long as the family could sit down and eat together, she was satisfied and happy.
Roselle really was telling the truth this time. He was in no mood to attend any drinking parties.
Ever since discovering a suspected transmigrator last night, he had slept poorly. Early the next morning, he had gone to the newspaper office to place that reward notice, then sat in his study waiting for the transmigrator to come.
Unfortunately, an