Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 62 It’s not my problem, it’s Cooper Coldson who’s not up to par

Chapter 62: Chapter 62 It’s not my problem, it’s Cooper Coldson who’s not up to par

The two stood there, proper and a bit awkward.

Old Master Coldson gave a light cough, "What’s wrong? You’d think I was about to tie you up and take you to the bridal chamber."

"Grandfather!" Cooper turned beet red.

Old Master Coldson waved mysteriously at the two and beckoned them over. "I want to go fishing."

"No way," replied Cooper, curt and decisive.

"Fine, I’ll just lie in bed and wait to die then," huffed Old Master Coldson as he flopped back onto the bed.

"Grandfather!" Cooper was helpless.

He really didn’t know what to do with Old Master Coldson.

Old Master Coldson closed his eyes, ignoring him.

Cooper looked helplessly at Yolanda Greenwood beside him, clearly hoping she would intervene.

"Is it really not possible?" But Yolanda wasn’t on his side at all, "I think it would be good to go out and get some fresh air."

Cooper was angry, "The weather is about to turn to winter, do you not know how cold it is outside?"

"Just dress Grandpa in more clothes and take some hand warmers or something."

"What fish can you catch in this weather?"

"Fishing is about the state of mind, you naturally wouldn’t understand with your business mindset."

"You!" Cooper was so angry he felt pain in his liver, "My mom wouldn’t agree either."

"Then don’t let your mom know."

Yolanda hit him with every sentence, leaving Cooper unprepared for her blows.

Finally, the old man on the bed opened his eyes, looking pleased at Yolanda, "Yolanda, truly a good granddaughter-in-law."

He then gave Cooper a displeased look, "So much stronger than you, my unfilial son."

Cooper was brimming with grievances.

The next day, after breakfast, Cooper had Yolanda stall Isabella Ross.

"Why me?" Yolanda felt like Cooper was taking revenge on her.

"Can you sneak Grandpa out behind my back?" Cooper said righteously.

Yolanda clenched her teeth and summoned Isabella to their bedroom.

Impatience was written all over Isabella’s face, "What’s up?"

"Mom," Yolanda could only proceed with determination, "Yesterday Cooper said, since it’s getting colder, our room’s style is too cold, and he wants to change it."

Isabella snorted, "If he can’t stand it, he’s free to move, if he wants to fuss about it, he can go back to his own house."

Yolanda couldn’t help but think that mother and son were really cut from the same cloth, both cold and merciless.

Seeing Isabella about to leave, Yolanda rushed to stop her, "Mom, please sit down, I have something else to tell you."

The look Isabella gave her seemed almost enough to curse Yolanda’s ancestors.

Thankfully, she was a cultured person and eventually sat down, her gaze warning Yolanda, "You better have something to say."

"It’s like this, mom, Cooper and I are planning to have children."

Isabella’s eyes widened in an instant.

As expected, Yolanda knew that would interest her.

She awkwardly lowered her head, "But there’s something Cooper is too embarrassed to tell you."

Isabella felt a headache coming on, sensing the plan that seemed so close to success was about to collapse.

"Remember the medicine you made for me last time? Cooper poured it out, right?"

Isabella looked at Yolanda impatiently, "And then? You want to drink it again?"

"No." Yolanda shook her head, lowering her voice, "Do you remember Cooper saying he doesn’t like children, doesn’t want them?"

Isabella’s heart sank with a bad feeling, "What are you trying to say?"

"Mom!" Yolanda drew nearer, her voice even softer, "Mom, it’s not that I have a problem, it’s Cooper, he’s..."

"How could that be possible?" Isabella nearly jumped up, instinctively refusing to hear the rest.

At this moment, Cooper knocked and came in, obviously having successfully smuggled Old Master Coldson out.

As he entered, he noticed Isabella’s strange look toward him.

It was a complex gaze, seemingly filled with incredulity, sympathy, and defeat.

Cooper looked at Yolanda, who was acting as if the matter didn’t concern her.

"Yolanda," he said coldly, "weren’t you going out? I’ll drive you."

"Sure." Yolanda picked up some things and stood by Cooper’s side.

"Mom, I’m off to the company." Cooper greeted and was about to leave.

"Wait," Isabella stopped him, conflicted and hesitant, "Little Cooper, you don’t always have to handle things at the company yourself, find time to relax, rest well."

Cooper was completely bewildered.

This was the first time he remembered Isabella telling him to take a break.

He suspected he’d misheard.

"It’s okay, mom, I’m not tired."

"When I tell you to rest, you rest, be obedient," Isabella said with a stern look, "Don’t exhaust yourself, it’s not worth it."

"Okay," Cooper agreed, full of suspicion, as he walked away with Yolanda.

Once out of the house, he asked Yolanda, "What did you say to my mom? Why does she seem so odd?"

"Nothing much, just chit-chat."

Yolanda swiftly got into the car and joined Old Master Coldson in the backseat.

Today, Cooper had Richard Reyes drive the car over and leave, choosing to be the driver himself with just the three of them.

Richard had sent the location for fishing to Cooper, and all the gear they might need was in the trunk.

Everything was ready, and the trio quickly set off.

On the road, Old Master Coldson was bursting with unprecedented energy, even asking Cooper to play music.

"We can’t play music in this car."

For sure not, at least he’d never seen Richard play any.

"How is that possible?" Yolanda was utterly incredulous, "This car is worth hundreds of thousands, and you’re saying it can’t play music?"

She pouted at Old Master Coldson, "I suspect, if our Young Master Coldson were willing, a singer would jump right out of the car, otherwise why would it be so expensive?"

Cooper’s hands on the steering wheel tensed with visible veins.

"Go to the passenger seat, teach him," Old Master Coldson immediately suggested.

Yolanda didn’t object and moved to the front, fiddling for a moment before connecting her phone to the car’s Bluetooth.

"Grandpa, what do you want to listen to?" Her voice rang out triumphantly.

Completely ignoring Cooper, whose face was turning as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Whatever, Yolanda decides."

Old Master Coldson hadn’t listened to music in a long time and had no idea what was popular now.

Cooper immediately suggested from the side, "Some soothing piano pieces, or musical scores would be nice."

But disdain was clearly written on Yolanda’s face.

"I don’t have that kind of stuff on my phone."

That kind of stuff?

Cooper was nearly mad with rage; if Old Master Coldson wasn’t there, he would have tossed Yolanda out of the car right then and there.

Soon, music filled the car, some older pop songs that even Old Master Coldson was familiar with.

So, the old and young, one in front and one in back, began singing along with the music.

"He says, ’What does pain in the storm count for? Don’t be scared, wipe your tears, at least we still have dreams...’"

Cooper: How is it so noisy?

"Tie my heart and your heart together, for all the calls of hope for the future..."

Cooper: I really want to go to work, I love my job!!!