“Mr.


    Fernandez, what’s the deal? Snooping around? Can’t say I’m shocked.


    Fancy clothes often cover up hypocrisy,” she quipped.


    Lyndon coughed, quickly regaining his cool.


    “There’s no need for sass.


    Your ce is so snug.


    If you want privacy, some soundproofing during renovations wouldn’t hurt.


    ”


    “You!”


    Tilda was floored by his cheek.


    “This is my turf.


    I don’t need your two cents on home decor.


    ”


    Lyndon raised a brow, firing back, “If you know it’s your ce, you should remember I’m your guest.


    You’re a well-received scriptwriter.


    Aren’t manners part of your expertise? Seems like you skipped that ss!”Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    “What a nerve!”


    Tilda was stunned again.


    Staring at his handsome face, she fought the urge to p him.


    “What a piece of work! Turns out he’s got a mouth on him!” Tilda mused under her breath.


    Nearby, Elma caught a glimpse of the showdown.


    Seeing their sh, she grinned kindly.


    To Elma, they looked like a couple having a spat.


    Mr.


    Fernandez sure knew how to spice up the ce!


    Later that evening, Rosalynn came home to find Gail just finishing up some baking.


    “Whoa, smells amazing!” Rosalynn gushed.


    Gail beamed, saying, “Rosa, whipped up some blueberry cookies.


    Fresh out of the oven.


    Want to try?”


    “You bet.


    ”


    Rosalynn sauntered over, a grin stered on her face.


    Gail popped a cookie in her mouth, asking, “How’s that?”


    Rosalynn nodded eagerly.


    “Delish! Mom, your cooking gets better and better!”


    Hearing the praise, Gail grinned and handed Rosalynn another piece once she’d finished.


    “Easy on them, don’t spoil your appetite for dinner,” Gail advised.


    Rosalynn was tempted for more cookies but she heeded her mom’s words and stopped.


    ncing around, she inquired, “Mom, where’s my mother-inw?”