Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 268: Uncle Thinks the Child Belongs to Whom

Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Uncle Thinks the Child Belongs to Whom

Lola Gold apologized with a flick of her tongue, "It was me who told him you like the food here."

Yolanda Greenwood, not sure whether to cry or laugh, "Okay, it seems you’ve really fallen for him."

The door opened, and they went in one after the other.

When Yolanda Greenwood had come here with Cooper Coldson previously, this place was usually packed, but today, it was almost empty.

As she wondered why, she suddenly heard a familiar voice greeting, "Lola, Yolanda, you’ve finally arrived."

Yolanda Greenwood turned around incredulously, "Christopher Coldson?"

She looked at Lola Gold, still in disbelief, "Your boyfriend?"

"Yes." Lola Gold hurried forward, grabbing her hand, "Yolanda, a lot has happened in the three months you were away. Christopher has already cleared things up with Sunny Coldson, and he has also come to understand his own heart."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I, I couldn’t forget him, so I thought to give both him and myself a chance."

Yolanda Greenwood remained silent.

Although Yolanda Greenwood didn’t know exactly what had happened between Lola Gold and Christopher Coldson, she saw that Christopher Coldson showed no respect to Lola Gold at all.

"Yolanda," Christopher Coldson stepped forward, "I was wrong in the past, I truly realized my mistake, and I really want to be with Lola properly."

"Yolanda, Christopher said he would take me to the old house in a few days, to meet the old man and others." Lola Gold obviously cherished this relationship, "I believe that this time, he is serious."

At this moment, what else could Yolanda Greenwood say?

She forced a smile towards Lola Gold, "Lola, you really don’t need to care too much about what I think..."

"No, I care." In this world, apart from her mother, Lola Gold cared about Yolanda Greenwood the most, "If you think it’s not okay, I’ll break up with him."

"This..." Christopher Coldson looked about to cry, "Ladies, I really know my mistake, please don’t torment me anymore."

Lola Gold ignored him, looking at Yolanda Greenwood, waiting for her to make a decision.

"Alright, alright." Yolanda Greenwood patted her protruding belly, "You guys might not be hungry, but they are, let’s eat first."

Lola Gold and Christopher Coldson exchanged glances, both understanding that Yolanda Greenwood had agreed.

"I’ve ordered some dishes, they will be served soon." Christopher Coldson attentively handed the menu to Lola Gold, "See if you want to add anything?"

Lola Gold gave him a look.

He immediately handed the menu to Yolanda Greenwood, "Yolanda, see what you like, feel free to order."

Yolanda Greenwood smiled and shook her head, "Then I won’t be polite."

She casually ordered a few more dishes, then warned Christopher Coldson, "You only have one chance, I’ve given it to you, if you don’t cherish it, I definitely won’t speak up for you in the future."

"Don’t worry, I understand." Christopher Coldson looked sorrowfully at Lola Gold, "This woman, when she is determined, is more frightening than jackals and leopards."

Thus, the whole meal, Yolanda Greenwood listened to them talking, sentence by sentence, about how they had reconciled.

In tacit agreement, both did not mention Sunny Coldson.

When Yolanda Greenwood visited the old house, she had seen Sunny Coldson, who obviously hadn’t left.

After returning home, Yolanda Greenwood asked Lola Gold, "What is Sunny Coldson’s attitude?"

"It’s nothing, even if she doesn’t agree, she has to agree." Just thinking of that woman, Lola Gold still couldn’t suppress her anger, "Christopher already knows her true colors, she can’t stir up any trouble anymore."

Yolanda Greenwood nodded thoughtfully, but couldn’t help reminding, "However, don’t forget that for Christopher Coldson, Sunny Coldson is his biggest benefactor."

A favor as heavy as a mountain.

Thinking of what Cooper Coldson did for Melissa Greenwood in the name of gratitude, Yolanda Greenwood felt that Sunny Coldson’s existence was also a danger.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be careful." Lola Gold was obviously in a sweet spot, her smile never fading.

Yolanda Greenwood forced a smile, not saying much else.

On the other hand, after Christopher Coldson returned to the old house, he called everyone to the living room.

"Everyone is here today," he scanned the room, "In a few days, I plan to bring Lola back, to meet everyone and introduce her to the old man."

No one spoke for a moment, except for Cooper Coldson who didn’t seem to care, everyone else looked towards Sunny Coldson.

"That’s good." Sunny Coldson smiled, "Christopher isn’t getting any younger, it’s indeed time to settle down."

Isabella Ross frowned, "Lola? Another young star?"

"No, she’s Yolanda’s good friend," Melissa Greenwood volunteered.

"Yolanda’s friend?" Isabella Ross became even more puzzled, "How do you know her friend? And you got together?"

"Big sister," Christopher Coldson’s face hardened, "What do you mean by ’got together’? This time I’m serious, I plan to marry her."

Isabella Ross then looked toward Sunny Coldson, "And you’re not going to do anything?"

"Big sister, what are you talking about? This is Christopher’s personal matter, I bless them."

"Sunny Coldson," Isabella Ross’s face changed instantly, "Don’t pretend with me, you and Christopher were almost engaged, and now you tell me it’s all his personal matter, and you’re not involved?"

Sunny Coldson lowered her head, her voice a bit disheartened, "What status do you want me to use to intervene? As a spurned old love? Or as a sister never acknowledged?"

"..." Isabella Ross was at a loss for words.

"Big sister, I’ve already made my decision, as for me and Sunny, we’re over," Christopher Coldson looked apologetically at Sunny Coldson, "I wronged her."

Isabella Ross stood up, speechless, and left.

The living room turned awkward, and Sunny Coldson also stood up, "I’ll go for a walk in the garden."

"Little aunt, I’ll come with you," Melissa Greenwood followed her.

Instantly, only Christopher Coldson and his nephew Cooper Coldson were left, both silent for a while, Christopher Coldson spoke first, "Want a drink?"

"Sure." Cooper Coldson got up.

Christopher Coldson was slightly surprised, "Strange, you didn’t refuse."

He headed towards the liquor cabinet, expressing his interest, "Young nephew, it seems you are quite annoyed."

Cooper Coldson stood there not moving forward, "Christopher Coldson, if you keep talking nonsense, I will refuse."

"Fine, we won’t talk about it if you don’t want to," Christopher Coldson took out two wine glasses and placed them on the bar, "We’ll just drink, no talking about feelings."

Cooper Coldson finally walked over, took the wine glass, and downed it in one gulp.

Christopher Coldson poured him another, "I saw your wife today, looks like she’s about to give birth?"

"Eight months, still two months to go," Cooper Coldson casually remarked.

Christopher Coldson immediately laughed, "Everyone’s saying it’s not your child, why do you still care so much?"

Cooper Coldson, holding the glass, coldly watched him, "Little uncle, what do you think? Is the child in Yolanda’s belly mine? Or my brother’s?"

"What do you think?" Christopher Coldson shook his head and did not directly answer his question.