#Chapter 144 Heavy Thoughts

Grace As we reached the front of the cottage, I noticed the sleek black car in front. Gregory waved from within it. "Are we... heading back tonight?" "Yes. After dinner," Charles said. "We should get back early in the morning." I sighed and nodded. "I guess it couldn't last forever." We walked inside, and Charles headed to the kitchen. "I'll grab the makings of dinner. Think you can handle getting the dishes out?" I nodded as he set his purchases on the counter. Soon, we were outside by the chaise lounge. He snapped his fingers again, and the fire roared to life, though there was no wood beneath it or gas as far as I could see. "Would it be dumb to ask how that works?" I asked as Charles pulled out a stand-in rack that looked like a grill and set it over the fire. "It would not be dumb to ask, no," Charles shook his head. "And I'd like you to stop thinking that way. You can't be expected to know what you've never experienced." I sighed. "I'll... work on it, I guess." "The f