When Family Became a Place I Couldn’t Return To novel Chapter 201

“Just tell me, will you say yes to my request?” Nicholas didn’t give Sheila a chance to refuse. With the way he asked, all she could do was nod.

Seeing her agree made Nicholas even more cheerful. “Ms. Olson, what do you think of my cafe?”

“It’s wonderful,” Sheila replied, quick to compliment him.

Nicholas had clearly put a lot of care into the place. The vibe, the atmosphere, every little detail was so artistic.

“If you like it, then it’s yours from now on.”

He said it so casually, like it was nothing. Sheila almost lost her balance. Everything in this cafe was worth a fortune, easily in the millions. Just how powerful was the Watson family?

“Mr. Watson…”

“Ms. Olson, don’t say no. If you like it, just accept this gift.”

Nicholas paused for a second, then added, almost like he still hadn’t done enough, “But the cafe is just for fun. Didn’t you want to hold an art exhibition?”

“I did… but I’m not really in a place to make that happen yet…”

“You just focus on your art, Ms. Olson. Leave the rest to me.”

Nicholas spoke so lightly, like it was nothing at all. He wasn’t joking in the slightest. An art exhibition was a simple favor for him. He’d already picked out a spot owned by the Watson family in one of Westhaven’s best downtown areas. He could just set aside a whole building and open an art gallery for her. He liked art exhibitions too, so there would be plenty of chances for events.

Hearing all this, Sheila felt her eyes sting. Even if her father were still alive, he could never have spoiled her like this.

She and Nicholas talked for ages. He learned her parents had passed away, that she lived alone, and that her marriage had been a disaster. The more they talked, the more Sheila felt like Nicholas was treating her almost like a daughter.

They stayed until evening, and then Nicholas had someone drive her home.

Outside her door, Selina had already been waiting a long time.

Selina didn’t have a job now, so she spent most of her days with Sheila, almost like a personal assistant. Even though Sheila had kept her waiting, Selina couldn’t complain. Now that they’d gotten closer, Selina realized Sheila wasn’t exactly easy to get along with. On the surface, Sheila seemed pleasant enough, but underneath, she was completely different, nothing like the genuinely sweet Nelly.

“Sheila, you’re back so late…” Selina stood up right away, stretching her legs after crouching for so long. She just wanted to go home and relax. Lately, Sheila hadn’t been feeling well and had hinted Selina should come take care of her. Back when Selina was trying to win her favor, she did everything—cooking, cleaning, running errands. Maybe she’d been too good at it, because now, anytime Sheila felt even a little under the weather, she called for her. Selina had to act eager and positive, or Sheila would turn cold in an instant. Still, they were stuck together now, and with Sheila holding something over her, Selina could only grit her teeth and go along.

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