“Oh?” Chad Foster lowered his eyes slightly. “How did you know Sister would be in danger?”

Olivia Sullivan looked into his eyes, her heart trembling, but she still mustered her courage and spoke out: “I didn’t know Yvonne Foster would be in danger. It’s just that you all left an injured girl alone in the room, which is simply giving others an opportunity to take advantage.”

Her tone dropped, and in the end, she mumbled in embarrassment, “I just felt uneasy. I asked him to check, but he wouldn’t go, so I had to have him call you…”

Chad Foster’s expression softened a little, and Olivia even saw a trace of strange anticipation in his eyes. “Sister isn’t an ordinary girl—she’s the demon catcher of the Mu family…”

Olivia Sullivan interrupted disapprovingly, “So what? No matter how strong she is, if she’s injured, she still needs someone to protect her.”

As soon as she said it, she instantly regretted it.

For someone as timid as Ethan Sullivan, wasn’t this tone a bit too forceful?

She waited and waited, but there was no prompt from the system. She had no choice but to observe Chad Foster’s expression. Seeing him lost in thought at her words, his long lashes motionless, his face even showed a rare hint of warmth.

Olivia was completely unaware of his shifting feelings, only finding it unbelievable—was the questioning over just like that?

The black lotus really is unpredictable.

In the gradually brightening daylight, Chad Foster’s gaze once again fell on the clusters of fiery red flowers on Olivia’s legs. The centers of the flowers were a dazzling yellow, the kind of pattern most favored by common women—lively and bright.

He saw her show off by kicking her legs, making those ridiculous and gaudy flowers tremble wildly. As her pant leg lifted, her snow-white ankle was faintly revealed.

The girl’s expression was full of excitement. “My father picked out the fabric. Isn’t it pretty?”

Chapter 6: Substitute Bride (Six)

With the attentive care of Chad Foster and Henry Carter, Yvonne Foster’s health gradually improved. Once she was able to get out of bed and walk, the county magistrate, who had been waiting for this moment, immediately arranged a banquet to entertain these exorcists who had worked so hard for the people.

“Young Master Carter, Miss Foster, Young Master Foster, on behalf of the people of Taicang County, I thank you!” The magistrate raised his cup in a toast, tears of gratitude welling up in his eyes.

His gratitude toward these demon catchers was sincere. In the past, he had scoffed at the supernatural, but one monster had killed more people than all the murderers in Taicang County in a year combined. He had nearly lost his official hat because of these strange happenings.

The table was laden with fine wine and delicacies. The magistrate’s residence was luxurious—even the wine cups were white porcelain chicken-head cups from the official kilns. When wine was poured in, it made a crisp, musical sound.

Henry Carter, dressed in white as pure as snow, gracefully clinked cups with the magistrate, his cup held slightly lower in a gesture of humility, his tone calm: “Demon catchers take slaying demons and exorcising evil as their duty. We dare not claim credit.”

His expression was modest, but his bearing was neither servile nor overbearing, distant yet courteous. After drinking, he quietly took the cup from Yvonne Foster’s hand. “Yvonne is just recovering from her injury. She shouldn’t drink. I’ll drink for her.”

Yvonne Foster was taken aback, saying nothing, her cheeks flushing red.

Olivia noticed that Chad Foster was unhappy from beginning to end.

Of course he was unhappy. After this ordeal, the male and female leads’ relationship had deepened further—they were now at the point where even a glance would make them smile at each other. Yvonne Foster’s eyes could no longer hold anyone else.

Olivia saw with her own eyes as Chad Foster skillfully removed the bones from a chicken drumstick and placed the meat in Yvonne Foster’s bowl, habitually glancing up at her, his lashes long and thick. “Sister, this salt and crispy chicken is really good. You should try it.”

Yvonne Foster smiled at her younger brother, took a careful bite, then turned and offered the rest to Henry Carter, her eyes full of mischievous sweetness. “Want to try?”

Yvonne Foster had a pair of beautiful eyes, with a tiny tear mole beneath the corner—she was a charming and alluring beauty. Usually, her face was calm and expressionless, making her eyes seem cold and proud. At this moment, she rarely showed a girlish side, a blush blooming on her pale cheeks, looking pitiful and adorable.

Henry’s heart skipped a beat as he met her smiling gaze. He couldn’t help but smile back, taking the chicken without hesitation and putting it in his mouth. “Mmm, it really is good.”

Yvonne Foster held her bowl, quietly lowering her head and curling her lips in a subtle smile, as radiant as spring.

The two of them, lost in their own world, were so affectionate that all the maids stared in a daze, silly smiles spreading across their faces.

Chad Foster’s expression grew ugly. He silently poured tea for Yvonne Foster, his hand trembling slightly.

“Hahaha!” The chubby magistrate, quick to read the room, saw the sudden awkwardness at the table and broke the silence with a laugh. “Little Master likes this chicken? It’s truly my honor. Eat more, eat more.” As he spoke, he warmly picked up a chicken wing for Chad Foster.

Chad Foster froze for a second, then immediately thanked him politely, maintaining his obedient and well-behaved image in front of his sister.

However, he didn’t touch the chicken wing at all, only elegantly eating the exposed half of his rice. In the end, the chicken wing was deliberately piled high on the edge of his bowl, with half of it already gone.

Chad Foster was the type to take out his anger on others—if he was in a bad mood, he had to make sure others felt uncomfortable too.