Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1493

"Why didn't you..." Lena frowned. "Just knock instead of turning the handle?"

Alexander was taken aback.

"That's something you need to learn," Lena said seriously. "No matter where you go, whether it's to the teacher's office or your classmates' dorm, you must knock on the door first instead of opening it right away. It's a matter of courtesy. Do you understand?"

His lips moved, but in the end, he chose to hold back what he was going to say.

It wasn't him who had done that just now.

More than ten minutes ago, he had accidentally found himself in this quiet corridor while trying to escape the noise of the banquet for some fresh air. He had no idea what the room was for, only seeing someone trying to enter it in the dark.

He hadn't seen the person's face, and that person had been on high alert, fleeing after failing to open the door.

He had approached because he became concerned when he heard Lena's voice asking, "Who is it?" from inside. That's why he knocked.

"Why aren't you saying anything again?" Lena asked with concern. "Did you hear what I said?"

He nodded.

"You—"

He turned and left before Lena could finish her sentence.

As she watched him go, her mind was suddenly filled with chaos. Memories of that little boy, with snot dripping from his nose, always wanting her to carry him, would occasionally haunt her. Those painful memories felt like needles pricking at her.

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Leo was only three years old when she escaped from the village. Despite being Drake's son, the child she had longed for, he couldn't escape the clutches of the devil.

Drake believed it was his right to strike his son. Whenever he lost money in a bet or got drunk, he would first strike his daughter before turning to his son.

Bianca had organized dinner at a popular four-star hotel.

Drake was astonished by the dishes on the table. He glanced at her, refusing to eat until the lady he had to impress began her meal.

Bianca scoffed softly and looked at him in disdain. She looked down on a person like him but had to tolerate him for her current needs.

Therefore, she had to treat him to something exquisite, hoping to get him to talk.

With a sly smile, she signaled the waiter to pour him some wine.

"Eat to your heart's content, Mr. Drake. Don't hold back!

"The wine here is exceptional. I assume you've never had anything like this in the mountains? Don't worry about it. If you fancy it, I'll arrange for it to be delivered daily! How does that sound?"