The president's seventh bride novel Chapter 8

The printed marble dining table was set with a hearty breakfast, but Alicia suddenly felt grieved. At the Joliot-Curie family's house, she never had a chance to have breakfast with her family. Actually, it could be better to say that she was not allowed.

When she was admitted into that house at the age of nine, they had made her invisible, never calling her at breakfast, and she also wouldn't join them at the table being unabashed. At an early age, because of her backbone, starvation was nothing to her. It wasn't until many years later that she suffered from a serious gastric disease. Only then did she began to realize that being angry with others meant giving a hard time with herself and nobody in the world would care about her.

Only the wearer knows where the shoes pain.

Seeing her sit still, Mrs. Sara asked with concern, "Why don't you eat? Are these not to your taste?"

"Oh, no, no."

She picked up the spoon and took a mouthful of tremella porridge.

"By the way, you are going back to Alicia's parents' home today, aren't you? I'll tell the housekeeper to prepare gifts for you later."

"I have no time."

Carlos coldly refused.

Master Edward frowned, "You have no time? Are you going to let her go back alone?"

"What does it matter to go back by herself? It's already the seventh time for me to get married, so don't make it look like the first one."

"What are you talking about? You are married for the seventh time, but it's the first time for Alicia. How can you..."

"It doesn't matter. My family doesn't stick at these trifles, so there is no need to do that. Besides, I have to work."

Alicia interrupted Sara, but she immediately felt it inappropriate as soon as she said that, because she wasn't sure whether a wealthy family like the Noel-Baker family could accept her work of showing herself in public.

It seemed that she should discuss it with Carlos first.

"What kind of work do you do?" Sara asked curiously.