My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1207

Dennis stared at his left palm, still feeling the sting from earlier. He had apologized to his grandpa because Amelia told him to, but honestly, he was still upset.

Grandpa had smacked his hand so hard, it still hurt. There was no way he was showing his hand again. What if Grandpa hit him a second time?

And just because Grandpa seemed calm now didn’t mean Dennis was. He was still mad, and he wasn’t letting it go so easily.

Once Dennis made it back to his own room, he couldn’t help feeling a little proud of himself for not falling for Kevin’s gentle act, and for keeping his hand out of sight.

Amelia watched him, trying to figure out what was on his mind, then reached over and ruffled his hair. “Are you hungry? Breakfast is here. Let’s eat something first.”

The word “breakfast” snapped Dennis’s attention away from his hand. He rubbed his stomach, eyes shining. “Breakfast? What did we get?”

Amelia nodded toward the nightstand. Dennis looked over and saw a stack of takeout boxes filled with all kinds of breakfast food. There was porridge, dim sum, pastries—the works.

He darted over, nose pressed close to the boxes, breathing in the delicious smells. He was about to tear one open when Amelia stopped him.

“Grandpa hasn’t eaten yet,” she said. “Take some breakfast over to him first.”

Dennis frowned, clearly unhappy. “But I already apologized to him. Do I have to go again?”

Amelia’s voice was gentle. “You said sorry, but you haven’t actually made it up to him yet.”

Dennis bit his lip, silent.

She squeezed his shoulder. “Come on, listen to Auntie. Bring Grandpa some breakfast. You want to make him happy, right?”

Kevin’s eyes softened. “Thank you. That was very thoughtful. Does your hand still hurt?”

Dennis finished arranging the boxes, then nervously wiped his palms on his clothes, eager to leave. “It doesn’t hurt anymore… Grandpa, you should eat. I haven’t had breakfast yet, so I’m going back to eat mine.”

Kevin hesitated, then lifted a hand. “Wait…”

Dennis paused, his voice barely above a whisper. “What is it, Grandpa? Do you need something else?”

Kevin opened his arms wide. “Come here, let Grandpa give you a hug.”

Just like before, Dennis took a few steps back and shook his head. “No, it’s okay, Grandpa. My hands are dirty. I shouldn’t hug you…”