His Beloved Mate

Chapter 63 The Hostess

Cassie hid her hands behind her back and said incoherently, "Well... You gave me a new year gift. "

She put the box on the desk and said quickly, "I bought it casually when I went to B.S today. It's a gift

for you."

As soon as Cassie dropped the pen and was about to run away, she felt a familiar force on her wrist.

She turned around and looked at Dylan. His burning eyes fell on her face.

Cassie's heart beat faster and faster. Dylan pulled her into his arms. The familiar and clean fragrance

of the snow pine wrapped around her.

Lowering her head, Cassie dare not to look at Dylan. Her face turned red. "Do you... Do you have

anything else to say? "

Without answering her, Dylan opened the box and looked at it carefully. It was a black wooden box with

delicate and simple packing.

There was a line of English letters on the box: Lem.

It was a well-known brand that was suitable for business people, and also the most common brand that

Dylan used.

With a playful smile, he put one hand around Cassie's waist and took out the pen with the other hand.

"You bought a pen of Lem."

Cassie pursed her lips and stammered, "If you don't want it... Then give it back to me! "

As she spoke, she reached out to grab the pen from the hand of Dylan.

Of course, Dylan wouldn't give it to her. He raised his arm a little higher, and then Cassie couldn't reach

it.

He stared at her playfully, "I didn't say I don't want it."

But he didn't expect that. He couldn't believe that Cassie would give her a gift. She used to call herself

a capitalist, which seemed that she didn't like him.

Cassie's shoulders were trembling. Frowning, Dylan looked at her wearing only a thin red sweater. "Are

you cold? I told you many times to wear more clothes, but you never didn't listen to me. "

Cassie's face darkened.

She paused and chuckled awkwardly, "Yes... Yes, I'm cold. "

It's not cold at all. The heating in the West Mountain Linyu was fully covered, and it was as warm as RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

spring. It was her habit to shake when she was excited.

Dylan continued, "Thomas will be back in two days. There will be a party at home. Prepare for it."

Cassie was stunned. "Why me? Can't you just leave it to Carter and Cheryl? "

After being stared by Dylan for a while, Cassie blushed. Dylan told her, "Because you are the hostess."

"Oh... Oh, but it's my first time to prepare these. If I can't do it very well, you can't scold me. "

Frowning, Dylan asked, "When did I scold you?"

Cassie pursed his lips and asked, "Don't you? Every time I do something wrong, you keep nagging... "

Dylan smiled softly, "I was just telling the truth and helping you correct your mistakes. Is there any

problem? "

Cassie replied reluctantly, "Even so, you should be more euphemistic. Don't I want to save face?"

"Okay, I promise you," Dylan said in a gentle and pampering tone.

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It was the first time for Cassie to deal with these things as a hostess. She went to her grandmother's

house. Mrs. Carla happened to be there on that day.

When Mrs. Pearl saw Cassie coming back, she smiled and said, "Cassie, you are back?"

Cassie smiled, "Yes, grandma. Do you miss me?"

Mrs. Carla smiled and said, "Just now, Mrs. Pearl asked me why you didn't come back to see her. See?

Cassie is back. "

Cassie felt a little embarrassed and talked to Pearl, "In fact, I came back today to ask for my grandma's

help."

Pearl became interested in it. She patted Cassie's hand and said with a smile, "Okay, I want to know

what you want to ask me for help."

"Dylan's friend Thomas from J.K Jewelry will come back in two days, so Dylan wants to prepare a party

in West Mountain Linyu to welcome him back. He wants me to prepare for it, but it's my first time to

prepare for it, so I'm afraid that I can't prepare well, so I come to look for grandma. I hope grandma can

teach me something..."

Pearl smiled and said to Mrs. Carla, "Look, what a coincidence? Cassie, just learn from your aunty. I

promise she will tell you everything. "

Dylan's mother Catherine died a long time ago. Mrs. Carla was a very kind person, so she often came

to see Mrs. Pearl. After a long time, she regarded Mrs. Carla nearly as a daughter.

Mrs. Carla smiled and said, "No problem. I just felt bored at home."

-

In the west mountain forest

Mrs. Carla stood in the garden with Cassie. The sun was setting. Cassie kept what Mrs. Carla said in

mind. It was getting late. Mrs. Carla put down the coffee cup in her hand and said gently, "It's not

difficult to prepare these things. Just take care of the preferences of all the guests, and prepare all

kinds of food. Besides, you also need to prepare wine and drinks. Since it was a private party, the

arrangement should be as simple as possible, and there was no need to be particularly fancy. If you

have any other questions, you can call me at any time. "

Hearing Mrs. Carla's words, Cassie nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, aunty. I've learned a

lot."

Mrs. Carla patted her hand and said, "Hey, it's not a big deal. It's my pleasure."

Mrs. Carla didn't have a daughter. Cassie was cute and kind. Not only did Pearl like it, but also Mrs.

Carla liked her very much.

Cheryl walked to them and told Mrs. Carla with a smile, "Mrs. Carla, Mr. Ryan is here to pick you up."

Ryan had always been the pride of Mrs. Carla. With a happy smile on her face, she muttered, "Why

does Ryan bother to come here pick me up? I have told him that the driver will send me back, but he

insisted to come. "

Cassie relied to her, "In that case, let me see you off."

Mrs. Carla nodded.

When they went downstairs, Ryan was waiting for Mrs. Carla in casual clothes. His tall figure was

projected on the ground. He leaned against the door of the car and was talking with someone on the

phone. It seemed that something had happened.

"Ryan."

As soon as Mrs. Carla spoke to Ryan, Ryan hung up the phone. With a gentle smile at the corners of

his mouth, he said, "Mom."

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily fell on Cassie, "Cassie."

Cassie greeted him with a nod. Mrs. Carla complained, "I've told you that the driver will drive me home.

You don't have to come here."

Ryan smiled, "I'm not just here to pick you up."

Mrs. Carla frowned, "You didn't just come to pick me up? Then why are you here? "

Looking at Cassie, he turned around and took out a box from the car.

Perplexed, Cassie looked at the box in Ryan's hand and asked, "What is it?"