Chapter 708

When Piers entered the big house he had grown up in, he smiled nostalgically as the aroma of his favourite mac and cheese assailed his nostrils. He was not a fussy eater and with Hila at his side, he had grown out of the habit of a hearty lunch altogether for she ate sparingly, like a bird. But this once, he knew he was going to be tucking in, as Claude sometimes joked, while forking heaps of food onto his plates.