The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 12

The Noel-Baker family's dinner is grander than breakfast. Mrs. Sara held her daughter-in-law's hand and kept saying that she wanted to go to the Imperial Mountain to redeem a vow in the afternoon.

Master Edward was on the side as an audience, while Aurora Noel-Baker complained that her brother was not active in eating, and usually people asked him out for three or four times, he would agree to come to dinner.

A rush of footsteps coming from far to near, Alicia turned around and saw Carlos coming to the table with a long face. Apparently he had taken a bath, still sending out a faint mint fragrance.

"Let's eat."

Mrs. Sara patted her daughter-in-law on the back of her hand and ordered the maid next to her, "Bring the soup to Mrs. Alicia."

The maid put a bowl of soup in front of Alicia, and Alicia was flattered by Sara, saying thank you.

"Enjoy it by yourself. You worked hard all day."

"Ah," Carlos snorted coldly, "How hard? Just lip service."

Master Edward raised his eyebrows and said, "How can you know her hard? Do you think it is easy to be a teacher?"

"Definitely hard. Alicia is teaching a group of children in a rebellious period. It is really hard."

Carlos glanced at Aurora with his sharp eyes, and Aurora shut her mouth obediently.

"Ignore him. He is envious of the preferential treatment you have. He doesn't have it." Mrs. Sara stared at her son.

"Mom, we are going back to my own mother's house this weekend."

Alicia looked her mother-in-law, solemnly said.

"You... together?"

Sara asked uncertainly, and her eyes were full of surprise.

"Yes."

"Oh my god, is it true? Carlos, will you really accompany Alicia back to her family?"

Aurora was so excited that she forgot the warning eyes just now.

Carlos didn't speak, but the family members recognized that his silence meant tacit approval. Suddenly, the family broke out in a riot of laughter, although Carlos had a dirty look.

He felt very uncomfortable. Carlos thought he fell into Alicia's hands. His heart sank.