Chapter 64 So You Don’t Hate Him?

Courtney’s midnight snack looked no less impressive than a regular meal. Soon, three beautiful bowls containing bolognese sauce, cooked spaghetti, and meatballs were served on the table. The most aromatic food among them was the bowl filled with bolognese sauce, which smelled very appetizing.

Courtney served Alexander a big bowl of spaghetti before serving the sauce and the meatballs in front of him. She urged without thinking, “Mix the sauce with the spaghetti yourself. This is especially delicious.”

With that, she hastily served herself some spaghetti.

Alexander pressed his palms against the bowl of spaghetti bolognese. As he felt the bowl’s warmth, his eyes—which were fixed on the busy woman in front of him—were slowly filled with warmth as well.

Actually, it was rare for someone from a wealthy and powerful family to see a member of their family preparing food for them personally. There were plenty of maids and servants at home, so everyone in the household always lived off other people’s labor.

 

Such was the way Alexander lived ever since he was a child, but the scene before his eyes overlapped with some scenes of his childhood, evoking his memories and reminding him of some long-standing grievances at the same time.

Meanwhile, Courtney ate half a bowl of spaghetti bolognese in just a few bites. Just as she was fully satisfied, she saw Alexander’s bowl from the corner of her eye; its contents still looked the same as when she had given it to him earlier.

 

“Why haven’t you eaten it yet?” she asked, puzzled. After pondering for a moment, she asked in a whisper, “Have you not eaten spaghetti bolognese before?”

“Is it weird that I’ve never eaten spaghetti bolognese before?” Alexander asked her in reply.

Melrose City was located in the south. Spaghetti bolognese, which originated from another country, was common in the area, but it was available mainly as street food. Courtney presumed that the Duncans’ cooks wouldn’t prepare spaghetti bolognese for Alexander’s dinner, and it was even more impossible for Alexander to eat at a food stall.

“Uh, it’s not weird. It isn’t weird at all.” Courtney smiled with embarrassment. She reached out her hand ingratiatingly and offered, “Why don’t I mix the sauce with the spaghetti for you?”

“It’s not necessary.” Holding the fork in his hand, Alexander mixed the sauce and the spaghetti himself. His movements couldn’t be considered skillful, but it wasn’t clumsy either.

of the Hunter Family, my family wouldn’t let me do the chores whenever I was at home. My stepmother and sister led a pampered life and did nothing since

he quickly resumed his usual expression a moment after that. He asked, “Did

you think?” Courtney threw him a look to

treated her well? Children always followed their mothers’ example, so one could tell at

“But you don’t seem to

unconcerned.” Courtney swallowed a big mouthful of spaghetti. Then, she slurred, “Those who were truly important to me and treated me well have

reminded her of her sorrowful past, he was a little

her lips into a self-deprecating smile. “You know what? My dad kept telling me that my mom died of an illness, which was also what everyone in the Hunter Family and even my grandfather said. However, why would Anna be born before her mother married into the Hunter Family if my dad

were gullible, but kids weren’t idiots

hate your

he has never concealed his preference for me ever since I was little. I figured out later that there is

founded the Hunter Family by starting his business from scratch, but he couldn’t have done so back then without the first start-up capital given to him by Courtney’s mother, who brought a handsome dowry with her when she married him.

it hard to describe the feelings

so we’re not qualified to intervene as children.” Courtney raised her brows, trying her best to assume an unconcerned expression. “Moreover, I’m no longer living with them right now. Otherwise, could you do anything if you

said Alexander as his voice deepened; for some reason, it sounded chilling. “I would make him and his mistress get out

stared at Alexander in

“I’m full.”

put down on the table. The noise wasn’t loud, but for

baffled as Alexander’s figure quickly disappeared at the door to his room on the

did I make him

a book placed on the bedside table to reveal a photo that was torn in half. Half of the photo had been crumpled beyond recognition, whereas the other half showed

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