Mysterious Little Wife novel Chapter 56

Lacey wrapped herself in the blanket as quickly as she could. 

She sat curled up and then buried her head in the bedding. 

Her lovely dark hair was scattered on both sides of her face. 

And underneath the hair, her ears were a visible red. 

Meanwhile, Sam's eyes were bloodshot. 

"What's the matter?" Theo's voice came from a short distance away, just then. 

The sound of his footsteps slowly approached. 

"Bang!" Sam slammed the door without hesitation.

"Nothing! Go and get some rest!" Outside the doorway, Sam said to Theo. 

The latter responded with a nod. "I see. I'll go then," Theo said, puzzledly looking at the tightly shut door.

He glanced back at Sophia's room every three steps.

"Ahem!" Sam coughed softly. He, too, went back to his room. 

Soon after, the sounds of running water came from the bathroom again.

Sophia got up hurriedly and locked her room. 

Then, she pointed at Lacey and ordered, "Get off my bed!" 

Lacey looked up at Sophia. Her face had visibly turned from red to black. A look of disbelief flooded her eyes. 

"What's that look on your face?" Sophia frowned. 

"Has your family always entered your room like this, shirtless?" With a raised eyebrow, Lacey asked suspiciously.

"Hey, what do you mean by that? Sam hasn't come to my room since I reached 12. The most he did was knock on my door and wait me out. He's never burst into my room with just a towel on—" 

Frowning, Sophia pondered for a moment before turning to face Lacey.

Lacey gave her a cold stare right away. She had better not blame it on her! 

"Are you having an affair with my brother?" Sophia cringed. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. 

Why else would he come in such a hurry?

"Haha-" Lacey chuckled out loud. But despite her laughter, there was something else in her eyes.

"What's with that laugh? What are you laughing at? Speak up!" Sophia's scalp tingled from the stare. 

"Switch off the light and go to bed!" 

Lacey said through gritted teeth. Her tone was tense. 

Only a fool would waste time answering a question like that. 

Sophia's lips quivered as she obediently switched off the light. 

After doing so, she paused. 

Wait a minute, why should she listen to Lacey? 

Lacey, on the other hand, had already wrapped herself in the blanket and closed her eyes in annoyance. 

Sophia pursed her lips. She wanted to ask Lacey what she had meant by those words in the living hall. 

However, it didn't look like she'd get the chance to ask now.

"Hmph!" Sophia walked over to the couch with a doll in her arms and threw it on top. 

She then turned around and glanced at the bed. 

"Why should I sleep on the couch? That's my bed!" 

The more Sophia thought about it, the angrier she became. And with that, she walked back to the bed.

Lying down, she pulled the blanket over and covered herself up. 

Around 5.30 a.m., Lacey was awakened.

It was the middle of winter.

Darkness overwhelmed the surrounding at this hour.

Lacey had grown accustomed to getting up early in the morning over the years. 

She once needed to prepare food and medicine for her mother, Maria.

But ever since Maria's death, she had woken up every morning feeling nothing but loneliness. 

......

The lamp at the end of the bed softly lit. Slowly in the dimness, Lacey rose to her feet.

Next to her, Sophia was sleeping soundly with her doll in her arms. 

She seemed less arrogant and domineering in her sleep and looked much pleasing to the eye.

Lacey got up and climbed out of bed. The clothing she'd washed the night before had dried.

Dressed, she then opened the door and walked out. 

There were bracket lights outside the door. She slowly walked down the stairs.

At first, she just wanted to grab some water, but then she heard noises coming from the kitchen. 

She could hear what sounded like complaints. 

Lacey frowned and decided to investigate further. 

Meanwhile, two tall figures appeared busy with something in the kitchen. The countertop was a shambles.

"I told you to get Uncle Caleb up and do it. What makes you think I can do it?" Sam's tone was grumble-filled.

"Caleb did a full day of work yesterday. He's exhausted. All I asked was for you to make me breakfast. Why are you complaining so much?" Alvaro looked upset. 

"Dad, do you know what time it is?" Sam sighed.

"Why should I care? All I know is that I'm hungry! Hurry up and make me something to eat!" Alvaro growled. 

Sam frowned. Having no choice, he grabbed the flour and asked, "How much water should I add?" 

Alvaro replied in surprise, "How would I know!"

"Then what makes you so sure I would know!" Sam was genuinely speechless at this point.

"Google it!" Alvaro pursed his lips, seemingly like a child.

Sam pressed helplessly between his eyebrows and said, "Dad, I'll make you some instant noodles, okay?" 

"No, I'm craving dumplings! Hurry up! I'm starving to death!" Alvaro said as he poured a bowl of water into the flour. 

And just like that, the flour turned into batter. 

Sam looked at Alvaro and frowned." Dad, what are you doing?" 

Alvaro replied, "I'm helping you, of course. Otherwise, you'd complain that I wasn't doing anything." 

"How can I make dumplings out of batter?" Sam looked at his father with a somber expression.

Alvaro raised an eyebrow. "That's easy. I'll add more flour!"