"It's fine, Petra. It's always a pleasure to have you over. Please, come in." I moved over and invited Petra in.
I brought her into the living room and ordered Miss Woods to serve some pastries and tea for her. I apologized again. "Petra, you're here to talk to Theo, right? Let me give him a call."
Petra had arrived at the door. I assumed that she was here to talk business with Theo.
"No, it’s fine. I came here today to see you because I wanted to talk to you." From the moment we entered through the door, Petra had been staring at me with her beautiful eyes while smiling.
I did not know why she was looking for me, but I knew it was not going to be a brief conversation. However, before she told me what she was here for, there was not much I could say.
Embarrassed by her stare, I coughed lightly and said," Petra, you take such good care of your skin. Your skin and your body look even better than models’."
When women had nothing to talk about, those were the magic words to break the awkwardness. It always instantly brought them closer.
"I guess that's the most prized thing for a woman,
huh? To be able to take care of their body. But sometimes having good skin is based on genetics, so I suppose I have to thank my parents for it. I don’t really do much to my skin. Mrs. Grant, your skin looks impeccable too. It looks so supple. I'm sure it’s mostly genetic too, right?"
"I’m a country girl, so I have tougher and rougher skin. It's nothing compared to yours." I smiled lightly, lifted my cup of tea, and said, "Oh yes, thank you for your help last time. I wanted to thank you in person, but I didn’t want to disturb your rest."
"That was nothing. It’s not even worth mentioning, Mrs. Grant. Don't worry about it." Petra took a sip from her cup of tea and said, "Did you say that you're a country girl? That’s a surprise. Where did you come from? What do your parents do for a living?"
"A small, insignificant county town. My father passed on early, so I grew up only with my mother, but she also passed away a few years ago. Oh yeah, we've been talking for so long but I still don't know why you came to see me." I did not feel like talking about my past, so I digressed.
Perhaps realizing my bluntness, Petra hurriedly said," Mrs. Grant, please don’t mind me. To be honest, I found you to be familiar and felt close to you when I saw you the last time. I couldn’t help myself and asked you too many questions. I came here today because I’ve been thinking about you, so I came to see you."
I could not help but feel doubtful. However, she had already said that she was just here for a chat. When I saw her earlier, I thought it was because of Xander. After all, Xander was her son. It was normal for her to come over and ask questions after such a big scandal happened.
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