Chapter 85

"What gift?" Faye walked up to Wilbur. She saw that he had used up quite a few sheets of paper but could not for the life of her figure out what he was writing or drawing. Wilbur said, "Stop looking, you won't understand it anyways. I won't be having dinner at home. You'll have to settle dinner on your own. I'm going to the Graysons'." "Home." The words made Faye smile, her chest thumping with warmth. Yet Wilbur did not understand the consequences of what he had just said to Faye and hurried out of the door with the pieces of paper. At the same time. Over at the Grayson household, the chef had prepared a table full of dishes, and Benjamin had also taken out his finest wine. Benjamin, Gordon, and Susie sat on the sofa, waiting quietly for their guest. Just then, the doorbell rang. Susie hurried to open the door. "You're here, Sir! Please, come in." Susie's treatment of Wilbur seemed to have changed overnight. It could be said that she practically saw him as a god now. Af