Chapter 4233

**Married At First Sight Chapter 4233**

Audrey heard her precious grandson crying and immediately turned her attention away from her daughter. She exclaimed, “You two enjoy your time together. My grandson is crying, so I’m heading back inside. You and Remy should start planning for a baby too—get pregnant first, then have the wedding. That way, it’ll be double the joy.” Witnessing other daughters become mothers ignited Audrey’s desire to become a grandmother herself. Once she welcomed her first grandchild, she craved more. This is simply how parents feel about their sons and daughters.

Elisa sighed silently, realizing that her mother’s hurried footsteps were already rushing inside, calling out even before she crossed the threshold, “Baby, don’t cry! Grandma’s back!” Elisa muttered to herself, “Now that she has a grandson, I, her beloved daughter, have been sidelined. The moment a grandson arrives, the daughter seems to vanish.”

She and Remy definitely planned to have a baby, but there was no urgency—perhaps in a couple of years. Their wedding was set for the fall. Serenity would have her baby in the first half of the year, and then Elisa would have her wedding in the second half, ensuring both Serenity and Jasmine could attend. She had supported both of them at their weddings, serving as a bridesmaid, so it only made sense they would be there for her too. She decided to wait until they could make it.

Elisa turned and walked back into the yard. The late-blooming camellias had finally blossomed, filling the garden with vibrant colors. Various types of flowers were blooming under the soft glow of the yard lights. Feeling content, Elisa took out her phone and captured a few pictures of the stunning flowers. She looked around the tranquil yard again. Remy had…

designed the landscape to reflect her tastes, thoughtfully taking her preferences into account. The space was expansive, tranquil, and beautifully organized. Just picturing herself sitting outside, feeling the evening breeze while gazing at the moon, filled her with warmth and comfort.

Back inside, she entered the kitchen where Remy was cooking. Dressed in an apron, he skillfully wielded the spatula, his movements as adept as those of a professional chef. Despite being the young master of Annenburg’s wealthiest family, he still prepared meals for her.

Elisa approached him from behind. “Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready soon. If you can’t wait, feel free to grab a snack first.” Remy noticed the snacks still in her hand, smiled, and said nothing. Elisa always made it a point to take care of herself—she would never allow herself to go hungry.

“My mom wanted us to come over for dinner. She mentioned they were having a meal.” As Elisa nibbled on her snack, she continued, “I told her you were cooking, and I really wanted to eat your food tonight. She scolded me, saying you work so hard every day, and when you finally get home, you still have to cook for me. She felt sorry for you.”

Remy chuckled. “I eat at your house 340 days a year. The times I actually cook are few and far between. You enjoy my cooking, so I see it as an opportunity to practice. Honestly, I love doing it—I don’t even feel tired.”

Elisa leaned over and kissed him. He paused for a moment but then turned slightly, allowing her to kiss his cheek. Leaning closer to the pot, Elisa inhaled deeply, relishing the aroma. “I don’t know what it is, but after tasting your cooking, I can’t get enough. I love it more and more.”

“As long as you love it, I’ll cook for you anytime.”

“Just like Grandma York always said—knowing how to cook isn’t just a bonus when looking for a wife; it’s also a essential skill.”

“That’s a wonderful way to care for yourself,” he thought, even though his grandmother had never actually expressed those words.