The More the Merrier novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Her Initiative

“Mr. Graham, would you like a bowl of soup?” Edwin gingerly asked.

Benjamin waved his hand in a dismissive manner and replied, “It’s fine.”

The butler glanced at him and hesitated for a second before retreating toward the rear of the room.

Arissa shot Benjamin a sideway glance, only to find the latter already staring at her. He had displeasure written across his face. For some reason, she felt a little guilty upon witnessing the look on his face.

“Um… Do you want to…”

“No, I don’t!” Benjamin snorted before continuing with his breakfast.

Arissa’s mouth twitched slightly at his words.

Gavin darted a glance at Benjamin. He was sitting by Benjamin and cautiously placed his hand under the table, tugging on his father’s pants.

At that, Benjamin swept a glance at Gavin.

“Daddy, do you want some of mine?”

Benjamin furrowed his brows as he settled his gaze on Gavin.

“Don’t talk while you’re eating!”

Gavin was dumbfounded.

Seeing that Benjamin was all riled up, Arissa pondered for a moment before abruptly getting up from her seat.

“Where are you going?” Benjamin questioned sternly. Nobody dared to cross him with the intimidating aura that he radiated.

Arissa curled her lips in dissatisfaction and answered, “I’m heading to the kitchen for a bit!”

With that, she went to the kitchen. Minutes later, she brought out a steaming bowl of soup.

She did not think that Benjamin would want a taste of her soup as well. It was rather unexpected, but Arissa felt a little guilty to have overlooked him like so. After all, she was in his territory.

“Mr. Graham, have some soup!”

Looking at the small wisps of steam rising from the soup, Benjamin’s face lightened, and his brows unfurrowed slightly.

“Who allowed you to take matters into your own hands? Did I say that I wanted soup?” Benjamin lowered his voice and questioned.

Edwin stole a glance at Benjamin, and Arissa could not help feeling annoyed.

Does he want soup or not? This is originally for the kids and not him anyways. It’s fine with me if he doesn’t want it.

Fuming, she reached out for the bowl as she said, “I was wrong to assume that you wanted some soup. I sincerely apologize for that. I’m sorry!”

However, before Arissa could even touch the rim of the bowl, her hand was smacked off.

She was rendered speechless by Benjamin’s move.

A string of curse words played out in her head, but she refrained from voicing them out.