No Remarriage for us Stay Away (Lenora)

Chapter 524 Aunt Or Granny

Bjorn carefully described his estate to Harrietta, noting the unmistakable look of longing that appeared on the young girl's face. A smile tugged at his lips, content and assured.

He was certain that once they arrived at Fairlake, Harrietta would fall in love with the place. In Clusian, there was a saying: "One is so absorbed in present joy, they forget their past sorrows." Lenora observed them as they conversed, then began scrolling through her phone.

Bjorn thought of something and turned to Harrietta. "Carol, where's your plane ticket? Let me take a look."

"It's with my Uncle Zachary. Why?" Harrietta's gaze shifted to Zachary, who sat across from her, reading a magazine.

"I want to see where you're seated," said Bjorn.

"First-class cabin, seat A in the first row," the young girl recalled clearly. "I specifically chose a window seat when I checked in."

Bjorn frowned. "Avril booked a bit late, and there were no first-class tickets left. When the flight was booked, only three first-class seats remained. Who's sitting next to you?"

The business class cabin of the flight was laid out with two aisles and a two-four-two seating arrangement. Harrietta had only one seat beside her, next to the aisle.

"Aunt Lenora," Harrietta replied.

"Oh." Bjorn glanced at Lenora, his disappointment evident. He had initially assumed it would be Zachary. In that case, he could have proposed a seat swap to Zachary, allowing him to sit next to his beloved granddaughter. As she listened to the conversation between the two, Lenora inadvertently glanced at Bjorn. In that brief moment, she instantly understood his thoughts-he wanted to sit with Harrietta.

Their eyes met, and Bjorn saw that Lenora had grasped his intentions. He expected her to say something, perhaps even offer to swap seats. However, Lenora merely looked away, feigning ignorance, and returned to her phone. Bjorn was left speechless. Had they not locked eyes, he might not have given it a second thought, but now, a sense of displeasure stirred within him.

The flight was delayed by half an hour, leaving Harrietta restless. She stood up and began to pace in the airport's waiting area.

Bjorn followed suit. "Carla, why don't you take me for a walk outside?"

"All right." Harrietta informed Zachary and Lenora, and the pair left together.

Zachary watched them go, their figures slowly disappearing into the distance. Then, shifting closer to Lenora, he sat down beside her and gently took her hand in his, continuing to read the magazine.

Within two minutes, a foreigner appeared before Lenora. "Ms. Lenora Wilkin."

Lenora looked up and recognized the secretary who had accompanied Bjorn earlier. After Bjorn had left, the secretary had followed him, but now she was back alone. Curious, Lenora wondered what had brought him back. She asked her directly. Hesitant, Avril glanced at Zachary beside her before speaking. "Mr. Wilson was wondering if you'd be willing to swap seats with him on the plane. His seat is in business class, and he's offering to pay double the fare." Lenora raised an eyebrow. He sent Avril here just to ask me this while he's not even around? Why can't he ask himself? Is it because I'm his daughter's rival and he can't swallow his pride? What a stubborn old man. Before she could speak, Zachary interjected, declining on her behalf. "Go and tell Mr. Wilson, no. Nora is pregnant."

The first-class cabin, with its spacious and private setting, was particularly comfortable for an expectant mother.

The rejection came as no surprise to Avril. She had never expected Lenora to agree. Nodding in understanding, she replied, "All right, I'll go let Mr. Wilson know right away."

"If he wants to be in first class, he might as well ask the other passengers," Zachary remarked.

Avril found Bjorn in the duty-free shop outside the waiting hall and relayed Zachary's response. Bjorn shook his head with a resigned sigh. Fine. Forget it.

Soon after, Bjorn and Harrietta returned. The old man's expression remained unchanged.

Lenora glanced at him, and at that moment, Bjorn's gaze instinctively flicked toward her abdomen. Their eyes met for a brief moment, quickly averting in an awkward but mutual understanding.

They checked their tickets and

boarded the plane. After nearly thirty

hours of travel, the plane finally touched down at Fairlake

International Airport, the sky already dark. Harrietta gazed out the porthole at the brightly lit city of Fairlake below, her face glowing with anticipation.

The Wilson family had arranged for a car to wait outside the airport.

Knowing Lenora's arrival time, the editor-in-chief had organized for an assistant to pick her up, and had also booked a hotel for her stay.

Initially, Bjorn had planned to take Harrietta directly to his home, but Zachary wanted to first accompany Lenora to the hotel to get settled, with plans to bring Harrietta over the next day. In the end, they decided on the latter arrangement. Bjorn pursed his lips, casting a dark glance at Lenora before climbing into the car alone. Just before driving off, he turned to Harrietta with a lingering gaze. "Carol, you must come see me as soon as possible tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you." "I know, Granddad. Go on, get in the car!" she replied.

Once they arrived at the hotel, Zachary let Lenora rest on the couch with Harrietta. He then opened Lenora's suitcase, carefully organizing her belongings for easy access. Then, he hung a few clothes in the wardrobe and pushed the empty suitcase into the corner. Lenora, having not slept well on the plane, enjoyed a light late-night snack before deciding to rest.

The following morning, the trio shared breakfast together. Afterward, the magazine staff arrived to pick up Lenora, while Zachary personally drove Harrietta to the Wilson Manor.

Located in a tranquil suburban town, the manor stretched across a vast expanse, surrounded by breathtaking scenery. Harrietta looked around, her curiosity piqued by the new surroundings. The manor staff, having been briefed in advance, respectfully guided them toward the main building.

Bjorn decided not to go to the office that day. Instead, he and his wife, Meredith, spent the early morning basking in the sun on their patio, eagerly awaiting the arrival of their beloved granddaughter. As time passed, Bjorn occasionally glanced at his watch. With a calm smile, Meredith looked at him curiously. "Is Carol really that adorable? You like her that much?"

Bjorn chuckled warmly. "Meredith, I tell you, Carol reminds me a lot of you-both smart and charming. Once you meet her, I'm sure you'll like her too."

Meredith smiled softly in response. "I don't expect her to be overly smart, just as long as she doesn't turn out like Isla did when she was young."

Meredith still remembered thenoveldrama

countless hours spent tutoring Isla with her homework. No matter how hard she tried, Isla just couldn't grasp the material, which pushed her to the edge of frustration. Back then, Meredith had been baffled. Both she and Bjorn were intelligent, so how had they ended up with such

a dim-witted daughter?

Because of this, the couple never expected Isla to take on any significant responsibilities. All they wanted was for her to be happy.

But to their dismay, Isla became increasingly uncontrollable. When they discovered that Isla had a five-year-old daughter, Meredith was so enraged that she nearly passed out from the shock. "Just you wait and see," said Bjorn.

The intercom buzzed with a message from the servant, announcing Zachary's arrival. Bjorn immediately rose from his seat. "I'll go down and greet them," he said eagerly.

He descended the stairs quickly and exited the grand hall, spotting Harrietta's figure in the distance. His eyes lit up. "Ah, Carol, you're finally here! Come in with me and meet your Granny."

Bjorn led Harrietta into the building,

with Zachary following at a more leisurely pace. As they entered the living room, Harrietta's gaze was

drawn to an elegant, high-class net

woman gracefully descending the staircase. Her demeanor was refined and gentle. The two women locked eyes, each curiously sizing the other up.

Harrietta had a round face, large eyes, fair skin, and rosy lips, making her look as delicate and perfect as a porcelain doll displayed in a shop window.

Tilting her head slightly, she blinked her large eyes and asked in a soft, childlike voice, "Are you my aunt, or my granny?"