Jenna Roland glared at her phone screen as she dialed Ethan Roscente's number for the third time.

The line rang twice before being abruptly disconnected again.

She threw her phone onto the couch in frustration.

Fine. The man was determined to give her the cold shoulder.

The sound of running water came from the kitchen.

Jenna tied on her apron and began preparing dinner.

......

At the fifteenth-floor conference room of HM Group headquarters, Ethan sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished surface.

The sudden ringing of a phone silenced the entire room.

Executives exchanged uneasy glances. Who would dare disturb a meeting presided over by the CEO?

Even more shocking—the phone rang a second time.

Ethan's expression darkened dangerously.

He powered off the device and slammed it onto the table.

"Continue."

That single icy word made the presenting executive flinch.

Everyone present pitied the fool who'd interrupted the meeting.

......

Just as Jenna picked up a kitchen knife, the doorbell chimed.

She wiped her hands and hurried to the entrance.

"Grandma Blanche?"

The elderly woman stood outside laden with shopping bags.

"Help me with these, dear."

Jenna quickly took the heavy bag of fruits.

"You shouldn't have brought so much."

Grandma Blanche smiled warmly as she entered. "All fresh and good for your health."

Jenna poured her a glass of water.

"This is too generous."

"Nonsense, my pension covers it." The older woman pulled Jenna down beside her. "Has Ethan been home these past days?"

Jenna's ears turned pink as she shook her head slightly.

Grandma Blanche's expression darkened instantly.

"That ungrateful brat!"

She reached for her phone, but Jenna stopped her.

"Grandma, we barely know each other. These things take time."

The older woman slapped her knee in frustration.

"He doesn't know how lucky he is!"

Jenna lowered her gaze.

Truthfully, she preferred Ethan's absence.

But Grandma Blanche had other plans.

The matriarch had already calculated—how could they build affection without living together?

And how would she ever hold a great-grandchild?