Nelson Cooper came in holding a dish, his right palm still wrapped in gauze, but it didn't take away from his usual polished vibe.
He placed the food down, glancing sideways with a calm expression.
"Dishes are ready. Let's eat."
It wasn't clear if he heard what was being said just now, but either way, he cut the conversation short—saving Claire from having to come up with a reply.
Still, Claire was a mess inside. She couldn't figure out what Nelson was doing here.
Given how rocky things were between him and Beatrice, they either avoided each other or ended up fighting when they met. She dared to come back to the old house for dinner tonight because she was sure Nelson wouldn't show—less awkwardness for everyone.
Plus, Serena was still in the hospital. Shouldn't he be th
