Chapter 77 You Are Like My Brother
Cynthia lowered her head, and her face tensed up. After speaking, she looked up at Alston cautiously, making him feel his heart softening.
The anger in the morning had dissipated long ago. Seeing Cynthia like this now, Alston couldn’t bear to blame her.
He sighed and patted her head. “I shouldn’t yell at you, but you must tell me as soon as you encounter such a
thing in the future. You should take your health seriously.”
“I see,” Cynthia responded obediently. She raised her head, threw herself towards Alston with a smile, and put her arms around Alston’s lean waist. “Come and have lunch. I cooked it myself.”
“Okay.” Alston pulled her, sat down on the sofa beside her, and opened the lunch box layer by layer.
The first layer was roasted pork ribs with excellent color. A sweet and sour aroma of pork ribs permeated when opening the box.
Alston felt warmed slightly.
He wasn’t a picky eater. He would eat what the servants cooked for him and hadn’t clearly expressed his
preferences, but Cynthia was different. When she first came to take care of him at the Smith family, she
noticed that Alston, who used to be indifferent and sullen, turned out to be addicted to sweet food, especially sweet and sour ones.
The lunch box had three layers, and Alston opened it layer by layer. In addition to the ribs, there were
vegetables and tender omelets. The box had a good insulation effect, so the food was still steaming.
Alston picked up a small rib and fed it to Cynthia first, watching her chewing on the ribs with puffing cheeks. Alston’s eyes were unprecedentedly gentle.
“By the way, what happened to Alice and Lucien?” Cynthia asked in a faint voice.
Alice’s liking for Lucien was so evident that anyone with eyes could see it quickly, but Cynthia was not clear
about Lucien’s thoughts.
If you said Lucien liked Alice, he not only didn’t accept her but also showed resistance when he faced Alice’s passion for him. But if you said he didn’t like her, he doted on her all the time, making people wonder what he was thinking.
Seeing that Cynthia was thinking of others while eating with him, Alston casually said, “They have been
friends from childhood. Lucien doesn’t realize his love for Alice.”
Seeing that Cynthia still wanted to talk about something, Alston fed her another spoonful to block her mouth.
“Focus on your food. Don’t talk.”
In a private restaurant not far from the Smith Group, Lucien and Alice sat together and ordered a large table
of dishes, which Lucien specially ordered for her return.
Alice only ate a few mouthfuls, but Lucien devoured the food because he hadn’t eaten since the last night.
“Eat slowly. No one competes with you.” Alice propped her face sideways with her fair palms and stared at him intently, her beautiful eyes full of affection.
Lucien’s mouth was full of food, and his voice was slurred. “I… I’m starving… You hurry up and eat. If it’s not
enough, I’ll order a few more dishes…”
He ate hurriedly, and some food stuck to his handsome cheeks.
Alice wiped the food off the corner of his mouth and said affectionately, “You are like a child. Look, there is food on your face.”
As they talked, their eyes met once, and they were both in a daze for a moment. Lucien was the first to turn.
his head, and the atmosphere between them was suddenly awkward.
Lucien swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty and smiled embarrassingly. “Alice, you seem to have
changed a lot this time.”
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