My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 1286 - 1282: What are you always staring at Joanna for?

Chapter 1286: Chapter 1282: What are you always staring at Joanna for?

She was indeed too hasty.

It seemed like she really frightened her Cecilia.

"I’m sorry, Cecilia. Mom was too hasty." Madam White quickly let go of her, but her gaze couldn’t move away from Joanna Lawrence. "Okay, okay, I’ll listen to Frank and Ashton. I won’t rush you. Take your time to think."

Joanna Lawrence raised her head blankly, looking at Ashton Heath.

"Joanna, you don’t have to think about anything right now." Ashton stroked her hair, took her hand, pulled her up, "It’s just like what I said before, no matter how you choose, I am always by your side."

"No one will force you."

"Whatever you choose, it’s all up to you."

"Right."

Frank’s eyes softened. "Joanna, no matter what choice you make, we can understand. Let’s not discuss this right now, let’s have dinner first, shall we?"

"Everything else can wait till after dinner."

"I heard that Mom cooked a grand feast today. It’s been years since I had one. We’re lucky to partake this time."

"Yes, Joanna."

Madam White hurriedly got up. "Dinner is ready, it’s getting late. Let’s have dinner."

Joanna glanced at Ashton, and Ashton gave her a slight nod.

She tightened her grip on Ashton’s hand. Under Madam White’s anxious and expectant gaze, she gently nodded: "Okay."

A smile immediately appeared on Madam White’s face, and she quickly instructed the maid to get things ready.

*

Although Madam White seldom cooked, her culinary skills were certainly good.

A grand table full of dishes, all rich in color, aroma, and flavor.

She sat next to Joanna, always attentive.

During dinner,

If Joanna’s gaze lingered on a dish for more than a few seconds, she would immediately serve it in Joanna’s bowl.

This made Joanna feel embarrassed to look at the other dishes and only ate the ones in front of her.

Whenever Joanna tried a dish, Madam White would ask her how it tasted and if she liked it.

Throughout the meal, Madam White didn’t eat much herself, her full attention was on Joanna.

"Mom, you should eat too." Frank couldn’t help but intervene, serving some food in Madam White’s bowl, "Why are you staring at Joanna all the time? You’re making her uncomfortable."

Madam White laughed heartily.

She turned her head and grinned at Frank, "What’s wrong with me looking at Joanna. You mind your own business. I’m not hungry."

Frank was exasperated and rubbed his forehead.

"Joanna, you like shrimp, don’t you? How come you haven’t taken more?" Madam White slowly noticed that Joanna only ate a few dishes in front of her and didn’t touch the others. "Are you tired of it?"

"No, the dishes that Madam White cooked are all delicious, I’m not tired of them. I’m just full." Joanna Lawrence uttered gently. When she called her "Madam White," she saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

She knew that technically, now that the truth had come out and her identity as the daughter of the White family was confirmed,

Madam White was indeed her biological mother,

And she should address her as such.

But for the moment, she really couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.

Madam White was indeed a bit disappointed.

After searching for over ten years, she finally recognized the daughter she had missed day and night, and naturally, she couldn’t wait to be acknowledged in return as mother and daughter.