All Too Late Chapter 113

Christopher couldn’t stop frowning.

Why did Astrid come back right now? I heard she worked as a war correspondent for a few years.

Christopher typed out a reply: I’ll do my best to be a good friend to her.

Osvald: It’s up to you. I just want you to keep an eye on her. That’s it.

Christopher let out a cold snort.

Is he saying that I’m overthinking?

Christopher went to watch the live stream and happened to see Kathleen bringing Astrid to their rooms.

“This is your room. Nancy and I are living on this floor, so if you need any help, just let us know.”
Kathleen was both gentle and thoughtful.

Astrid chuckled. “All right. This is my first time on a variety show, so I’m completely baffled. Please let
me know if I do anything wrong!”

“This is my first time, too.” A smile nudged Kathleen’s lips. “We can learn together.”

“Sure,” Astrid replied cheerfully. “I worked as a war correspondent overseas previously. A year ago, a
grenade splinter cut across my forehead, and I nearly lost my life. I was traumatized and ended up
coming home.”

Kathleen nodded in acknowledgment.

She actually didn’t want to ask personal questions, for she knew how to respect someone else’s
privacy.



Now that Astrid chose to reveal everything herself, Kathleen had to play along. “You did great.”

“If I don’t do it, someone else will,” Astrid responded. “It might be dangerous, but I think it’s a
meaningful job. Compared to normal jobs, I think mine is far more significant.”

“Every job has its own significance,” Kathleen told her.

Astrid met her gaze thoughtfully. “You’re right.”

“Let’s head down to join everyone downstairs.” Kathleen smiled.

Astrid nodded and reached out to take Kathleen’s hand. “Oh, your hand is soft, unlike mine. I didn’t get
to take care of my hands previously, so they are pretty rough.”

Kathleen’s lips curved. “You can start now. Your hands will be like mine soon.”

“All right. Whatever you say.” Astrid’s lips twitched.

With that, both of them headed down the stairs.

Strangely, I felt really uncomfortable after hearing Astrid’s words. Was it only me?

I feel the same way, too! She seemed to be mocking Kathleen! But she’s way better with her words
than Kylie.

You’re reading too much into her words. She was just lamenting how hard her life used to be. I can’t
believe you interpreted her words that way.

I think Astrid’s being honest. She revealed her identity outright so that Kathleen wouldn’t
misunderstand things, right?

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Astrid’s remarks. She wasn’t lying. Her job was really tough.



Yes, her job was tough, but there was no need for her to insult other jobs! Kathleen’s right. Every job
has its own hardship. We all work our asses off to earn money. She isn’t the only one who’s having a
hard time!

I can’t stand it when she commented how soft Kathleen’s hand was. She even said her hands are
rough because of her job. Obviously, she was mocking Kathleen.

The netizens began arguing again.

Christopher read the comments as his expression turned dark.

The shooting went on smoothly.

That afternoon, the production team told them that some special guests would be coming for dinner
that night and they should pay extra attention to those guests.

However, the production team didn’t mention how special the guests were.

Everyone felt nervous at that piece of news.

Astrid asked deliberately, “Kathleen, who do you think the customers would be?”

Kathleen shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“I thought you’d know who they are,” Astrid commented.

Kathleen’s voice was calm as she replied, “Why would I know when none of you know?”

Astrid gave her a sidelong glance.

“Will Kathleen prepare dinner alone tonight?” Nancy asked Steve.



Steve hesitated for a while.

“If you don’t mind, I can prepare dinner,” Astrid offered gaily. “My looks might suggest otherwise, but I’m
a great cook. I have the potential to be a good wife and mother.”

Nancy fell silent sheepishly. So what if you have the potential to be a good wife and mother? Is that
something that is worth bragging about? That sounds really strange.

“It will be tiring if you handle everything alone. You and Kathleen should work together,” Steve said.

“Sure. I heard that Kathleen’s a great cook. I shall take the opportunity to learn from her!” Astrid agreed
readily. “Kathleen, please teach me well.”

“Let’s each prepare our own signature dishes for dinner,” Kathleen suggested nonchalantly. “What do
you think, Astrid?”

After a pause, Astrid replied, “Sure.”

“I’ll teach you sometime later,” Kathleen assured her with a grin. “I promise I’ll teach you everything you
want.”

Astrid pursed her lips.

What an inconspicuous retort.

Nancy shot a look at Astrid and sneered inwardly.

After that, Kathleen turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

Astrid went after her.



In the kitchen, Astrid said happily, “What a wide kitchen. I just realized that there is a dishwasher here.
That eases our work.”

When she was busy touring the kitchen, everyone else had already gotten to work.

Shortly after, Astrid went to them. “I need some garlic.”

John gave her the garlic he had just peeled. “Here, these are peeled.”

“Wow, you’re fast!” Astrid was surprised. “How did you do that?”

John’s lips twitched. “I did this when you were strolling around.”

Astrid was speechless.

After his encounter with Kylie, John was equipped with the ability to distinguish flattery words.

Nancy bit her lip and tried hard to tamp down her laughter.

She hadn’t expected John to be the first one to speak up.

He must’ve been badly tormented by Kylie.

None of them wanted another Kylie among them, for it was really exhausting to keep cleaning up her
mess.

Astrid froze. She glanced at Kathleen before turning to John. “John, do you hate me?” A smile played
on her lips as she posed that question.

John continued peeling the garlic. “If you don’t say a word, I might fall in love with you.”

Astrid fell silent.



Nancy gave John a kick. “Stop joking around. Your fans will be upset if they hear that.”

“I love my fans the most!” John beamed. “I hope they love me forever and never abandon me. I’ll do my
best!”

Nancy’s kick relieved the tension in the air.

“Why do you need garlic?” Nancy asked.

“I’ll get them minced,” Astrid replied stonily. “But we don’t have the tools here, do we?”

“Yes, we do. None of us use it because we have to wash it after using it,” Nancy explained.

Astrid couldn’t hide her surprise. “Huh? What should I do, then? I don’t know how to mince garlic using
knives. Oh, I’m a fool. I can take pictures well using a camera, but I’m not a good cook. Kathleen’s
different, though. She can act and cook well. I envy her.”

Kathleen ignored her.

“Kathleen, can you help me mince the garlic? Thank you,” Astrid requested.


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