The poor Billionaire novel (Ethan) novel Chapter 82
Horace responded to her request with a smirk.
Cara felt as if he had just driven a knife through her heart. She rolled her eyes at him. 'What did he mean by I would be glad to have five servings all by myself? Was he trying to say that I was greedy and fat?' As far as she was concerned, she was only a little chubby. She had the right amount of fat in the right places.
Before Cara could say anything, Laila and Macie shook their heads and said in unison, "Cara, you are free to take the remaining five servings home. One steak is enough for me!"
This was like adding insult to injury. Even though Cara was furious, she put on a friendly mask. "Oh, you both don't have to give me the remaining five servings. Each of you can take one home. Perhaps someone in your family wants to taste it."
"Okay, then." Laila nodded after thinking for a while. Her family members had never tasted Kobe steak before. This was a golden opportunity for them to taste such an expensive dish, so she decided to take one serving home.
Since Laila agreed, Macie also said with a nod, "Okay!"
"It's settled then!" Cara waved her hand and began to serve the food. Afterward, she dug in. The Kobe steak looked so delicious that she couldn't help taking a big bite.
Like a glutton, she also tasted all the dishes that were on the table. "Mr. Warren, where did you buy this Kobe steak? Why does it taste like heaven? I have never eaten a steak so delicious before. The chef must have gifted hands. It's so succulent and chewy at the same time. If I continue to eat delicious foods like this while working as your mother's personal nurse, I would become a fatty soon! I should probably cut down my food intake, but I can't resist the taste of this Kobe steak. Hmm!" Cara moaned as she munched on the food. She was a foodie, so she had a weakness for delectable and expensive foods.
"Your size is none of my business. You can get fat or lose weight for all I care." Horace chuckled and continued, "Well, I bought this steak from the Country Music Restaurant."
"Oh, that's a very good restaurant. No wonder the food tastes so heavenly!"
Cara spoke with her mouth filled with slices of the steak, but her words were still audible. Horace glanced at her. He couldn't help but wonder how she was able to talk so clearly despite her stuffed mouth.
A few seconds later, Cara playfully stated, "Mr. Warren, keep in mind that if I become a fat woman and can't find a husband, I will pester you!"
"No worries, Cara. If you are unable to get married at the right time, I'll be your matchmaker?"
Horace chuckled and continued to eat from the same plate as his mother.
They didn't eat much, so they might not be able to finish one serving of steak.
At first, Horace wanted to eat one serving alone. But he decided against it because Laila, Macie, and Cara wouldn't have enough to divvy up equally. Another reason why he shared a steak with his mother was that he loved eating with her. It was a way of bonding with her.
At the end of the meal, Horace shared the six remaining steaks equally between the three young ladies.
"Cara, are you in a hurry to go home?" he asked afterward.
She shook her head and replied, "No, Mr. Warren. Why do you ask? Do you have something to attend to? If you do, you can go ahead."
"Yes, I have something to do. Since you are not in a hurry to leave, please take good care of my mother for me. I need to send Laila home. The night is far spent. I don't want her to go back alone. The streets aren't safe," Horace whispered to Cara after glancing at Laila.
This statement was a heavy blow for Cara. The pain in her heart intensified. 'This is so unfair. I am a woman also. Why didn't you care about me when I went home late at night? Now you want to send Laila home in person. What's so special about her? Besides, the night is not far spent as you said. It's only seven o'clock. Seven o'clock! There's nothing to be worried about. Just say you want to create an opportunity to spend more time with her! Rubbish!'
Jealousy filled Cara's heart, but she didn't dare to voice her complaint. She just said with a fake smile, "Mr. Warren, you can go ahead. I'll watch her for you."
"Okay, thanks." Horace nodded and then shifted his attention to Laila. "Let's go, Laila. I'll accompany you home," he said with a loving smile.
A sense of envy swept through Macie because Horace only mentioned Laila. Just like this afternoon, she felt that he was neglecting her as if she were invisible. "Horace, I'm going home alone too. Aren't you worried about me?"
"Macie, there's no need to worry. Since we live only a few houses away from each other, we can go home together," Laila replied before her boyfriend could utter a word.
Now that Macie was being a spoilsport again, Horace wanted to get short with her and even beat her up. He had planned to spend some alone time with Laila in the car, but that wouldn't be possible now. Laila had already suggested, so he couldn't refuse.
A mixture of sadness and rage swept through him as he thought of how Macie had repeatedly put a spanner in the works today. He clenched his teeth and imagined giving her a good thump.
After a while, Horace came back to his senses. He hated her so much, but he had to echo Laila's words, "Macie, you live on the same street as Laila. I can send both of you home."
"Well, since you both offered, I have no choice but to agree. It's convenient for me anyway!"
The way Macie pretended to consider their offer made Horace even angrier. He badly wanted to teach her a lesson. She was just a third wheel, but she was behaving like the main character.
The three of them left the ward and went straight to the gate of the Rinas Infirmary.
After Dario dropped them earlier, Horace had ordered him to go home. He didn't have a car or a driver's license, so he had to hail a taxi now.
"Come to think of it, Horace. I think you shouldn't accompany us. We can go home ourselves. If you go with us, you would have to take a taxi back. It would be too stressful for you," Laila suddenly said to him after a taxi halted in front of them.
"No, Laila. I can't let you go home alone. You are a beautiful young girl. Some bad people are fond of targeting women at night. I can't rest assured if I don't follow you!" Horace insisted.
"Horace, what do you mean by going home alone? Are you trying to undermine my significance? Am I not a human to you? Don't get me started with this nonsense again!" Macie got short with him.
'Fuck! How could I forget Macie?' It wasn't until the angry voice rang out that he remembered that there was still a malicious woman beside him.
"I'm sorry, Macie. I didn't mean to forget you. Of course, I think you are a human being!" Horace blurted out the only words he could come up with.
'What? You think I am a human being? Is that something to be unsure of?' Macie got even angrier. She glared at him because she felt he was being rude.
Ignoring her glare, Horace opened the door of the back seat for Laila and said, "Get in, Laila. I don't mind going through stress just for you."
The three of them got into the taxi. Without being told this time, Macie sat in the front passenger seat. The lovebirds were left alone in the back seat.
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