Ernest probably came because he wanted to eat pasta.
She couldn't panic. She had to remain calm before she had a clear understanding of the situation.
Vera talked herself into calming down. Soon, she was able to take a deep breath and walk downstairs.
As she went downstairs, she tried her best to pretend to be calm. When she saw Ernest, she greeted him as usual and then went into the kitchen.
After entering the kitchen, Vera cooked the pasta and recalled how Ernest looked at her just now. There didn't seem to be anything strange in his gaze and expressions. He probably didn't know it was her, right?
That was fortunate. If he knew, who knows what he would say to Quill.
It was still unknown whether she was pregnant; that was why she had to take a test first. It would be awkward if it was a false alarm.
Therefore, before she could confirm it, Vera decided that she would be the only one who knew about this. She can't be as rash as she was that day the next time she went to the drug store.
Ernest was in the private room upstairs, looking at the bag next to him with a half-smile.
He knew that Quill had fallen in love, but he didn't expect their relationship to progress so quickly. Ernest wondered how his best friend, who had always been steady, would be like when he lost control.
Also, what kind of expression would he have if he knew that he was going to be a father?
If possible, Ernest really wanted to take this bag of pregnancy test kits to Quill and tease him and see the change in his expressions. He found it amusing just thinking about it.
However, it would mean that he would have to take them away from Vera. He thought it was better to keep it a secret for her sake first.
Vera went into the private room with pasta in hand. She coughed to cover up her guilt and placed the pasta in front of Ernest.
"Ernest."
Ernest took a glance at her and noticed her gaze was evasive. Obviously, she didn't dare to face him.
Was he so scary? She had already acknowledged him as her older brother, but she didn't dare to look him in the eye now?
"Mm, take a seat," Ernest said.
Vera sat down in front of Ernest. Perhaps it was because she felt guilty, so her breathing was very light as if she wanted to lower her presence.
On the other hand, Ernest calmly picked up his fork and ate slowly in front of Vera. Vera normally chatted with him, but at this moment, she had nothing to say.
"What's wrong?" Ernest suddenly looked up at her.
"Huh?" Vera looked into his eyes, frightened. "Ernest, what's wrong?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question?" Ernest looked at her amusedly. "You're really quiet today. You don't want to talk to me?"
"No, that's not it." Vera denied as she waved her hand, "I was just thinking about something just now. It's not that I don't want to talk to you."
"Oh?" Ernest raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you thinking about? I'd like to hear about it?"
"That's not a good idea. You're eating right now. I'm going to bother you." Vera replied.
"I'm bored now anyway, so you can say whatever you want."
After that, Ernest lowered his head and continued to eat the pasta. However, Vera was in a total dilemma. "I'm just thinking if I should recruit one more employee for the restaurant."
Recruit one more employee?
"Why? Are you understaffed now? Are you going to step back?" Ernest asked.
Was she trying to pave the way for the restaurant if she got pregnant?
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