Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 317

The first snow had just started falling, and Wiona couldn't help blurting out, “We have to have beef stew tonight, right?”

Her suggestion was instantly shot down by everyone in the room.

“Ms. Morgan, that's really not safe.”

“If you want beef stew, we can have the kitchen make it and bring it out to you at the table.”

“If you want to watch the snow, you can do that from the sunroom.”

“Either way, we really don’t recommend putting up a tent outside today. It’s not about catching a cold, it’s just… Miss…”

Phil, leading the group, glanced nervously over at Alice, who looked completely lost.

She blinked up at Wiona and asked, “Wiona, what’s beef stew?”

Wiona pressed her palm to her forehead and let out a long sigh. “Never mind.”

“Let’s just eat whatever. Forget the beef stew.”

Honestly, what was even the point of beef stew if you couldn’t cook it yourself at the table? Even after growing up with every luxury, Wiona still hated the idea of giving up that little slice of fun. If she couldn’t do it her way, she’d rather not have it at all.

But she couldn’t hide her disappointment. For as long as she could remember, beef stew was her way of celebrating the first snow. It became her yearly tradition, no matter whose family she was with.

When she lived with the Morgans, before anyone knew the truth about her, her family would always say yes to this simple wish. The house staff would set up a big awning in the courtyard as soon as the snow started falling. They’d get everything ready, with a heater going nearby so nobody got cold. Once the beef stew started bubbling, the whole place felt warm and cozy.

She’d enjoyed the food and watch the snow, feeling relaxed and a little bit dreamy. Without even realizing it, these snowy beef stew nights had turned into her personal ritual.

After she left the Morgans and moved in with the Salisburys, she always managed to be away from the main house for the first snow. Sometimes she’d order takeout, other times she’d find a fancy restaurant that served beef stew outside.

But this year, it just wasn’t going to happen. The Sullivans were so careful with Alice that they didn’t even let her use a knife and fork. Whenever there was steak, it came out pre-cut. beef stew was out of the question.

Wiona didn’t argue. She was about to turn away with Alice and go wait for a regular lunch when a large, warm hand gently closed around her wrist.

“If you want beef stew, then let’s have beef stew. There aren’t that many rules.”

“In Hawthorne Hall, whatever you say goes.”

Conrad took her hand off her forehead and leaned in, his handsome face suddenly so close she could barely breathe.

He was back.

The memories she’d been trying not to think about all day hit her in a rush. She’d worked so hard to avoid thinking about what happened yesterday, but now, just seeing his face brought back that tight, breathless feeling from the car.

Alice blinked and said, “Conrad?”

Conrad froze.

The room went silent as everyone stared at Alice in shock.

Wiona was confused. Had Alice never addressed him before?

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