Adelaide saw Reginald’s dark, bottomless eyes and couldn’t help
but feel a little scared. She picked up the unopened beer and
placed it in front of him, saying, “Mr. Thorton, want a beer?”
Reginald rubbed the edge of the beer bottle with his fingers,
“Wanna drink with me?”
That’s not it.
I can’t just say “I want to eat alone, please go home and sleep.”
Adelaide kept it in her heart, with a flawless smile on her face:
“It wouldn’t be right if I’m the only one drinking.”
“Look at your face. It says ‘You better not want to drink, you
better get up and leave now.”
“Such a sharp pair of eyes.”
Click. Reginald already popped open the beer cap. “Pretend
invitation, I’ll take it as an invitation.“”
After saying that, he tilted his head back and took a sip of beer.
Luckily, Adelaide asked the boss to add another set of tableware
because the food arrived quickly.
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She ate home–cooked meals, definitely not as fancy as the ones from Rosecliff Manor. She subtly asked, “Mr. Thorton, not used
to this kind of food, huh?”
Reginald raised an eyebrow: “Ms. Pierce, do you really think I
grew up drinking ambrosia from the heavens?”
“Come, try this stir–fried beef tripe,” Adelaide picked up a new
fork, “enthusiastically” handing it to him.
Reginald calmly picked it up and put it in his mouth, saying,
“Tastes good, can add more chili next time.“”
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Adelaide did want to tease him a bit, who knew he could
actually eat.
Because she was so hungry, she couldn’t be bothered to talk
anymore, and just focused on eating.
Reginald took a few bites and then put down his fork. He
leisurely drank beer, his calm eyes always fixed on Adelaide’s
face.
He caught a glimpse and saw a familiar car parked by the
roadside.
Spencer got out of the back seat.
He frowned and clicked his tongue lightly.
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She heard it, even though it was barely audible.
She looked up curiously, thinking it was still about the dishes,
“Do you need two more dishes?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a dark shadow pass by
on her right side.
Then she saw Spencer, this big guy, sitting here.
“I
Adelaide knew why Reginald just clicked his tongue.
Spencer glanced over and saw the greasy and spicy dishes,
frowned and said, “Why are you, a girl, eating this unhealthy
greasy and spicy food? Didn’t I give you ten million? Can’t you
eat something better?”
It was already night, plus it was deep autumn, so there were
few people out for supper.
The shop seemed particularly quiet.
Spencer’s voice caught the attention of the owner of the small
stir–fry shop.
Too oily and too spicy? Not nutritious?
Was he here to cause trouble?
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“Adelaide, do you eat spicy chicken feet?” Reginald lazily asked.
“Yeah, eat, Adelaide nodded without hesitation.
Reginald turned his head and said, “Boss, stir–fried spicy chicken feet and another steamed fish, the spicier the better.”
The boss said OK and turned around to busy himself in the
kitchen.
Spencer knew Reginald was being intentional, so he calmly stared at him and said, “Mr. Thorton, there’s no need to force others to stay up with you in the middle of the night, especially since Adele is a girl.”
Another one of those know–it–all attitudes.
Was she really supposed to be a vase that was always
controlled?
Adelaide put down her fork irritably and said, “Spencer, if you want to show off as the big brother, go pick up your own sister instead of bothering me while I’m eating.”
