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"No, it's not necessary," Wendy Quay struggled internally and hesitated before saying, "I... I don't want to intrude on your time together."
"Us?" Faye Owen's eyebrow lifted in surprise, but she shook her head with a smile. "Don't worry about us. The company is really busy at the moment, so I won't have much time to spend with him. You just focus on your teaching."
Wendy still hesitated, seemingly unable to come to a decision.
"Hey, beautiful ladies, dinner is served," Yves King, who seemed to have nearly finished his share of the chores, stuck his head out. Upon seeing a radiant Faye Owen, he said, "Faye, this is your house. Don't act like a guest, come help carrying dishes."
