Chapter 13
Even though last night's conversation with Alexander had been unpleasant and they hadn't reached any agreement, Lila still quietly accepted the unfair deal of covering all three meals at the villa to maintain a superficially harmonious marriage with Alexander.
The next day, she got up early to buy groceries.
Following the GPS to the nearest supermarket to Island Mansion, she discovered it wasn't open yet.
Lila was completely helpless. When she exited the navigation, she noticed it had already indicated "Closed."
She nearly cried at her own stupidity.
By then, it was already ten past seven.
While Lila was struggling with what to do, her phone rang.
The string of numbers on the caller ID was the same unfamiliar number that had shown up when Alexander called her yesterday.
Alexander was awake?!
Lila quickly answered, "Mr. Sinclair, good morning."
"Where are you?" Alexander spoke to her as if it would shorten his life, his voice always displeased and interrogating.
Lila kept her tone as gentle as possible, "I'm out buying groceries, thinking of making you breakfast."
"Really? The Sinclair Group starts work at nine. I hope I'll still have time to eat your breakfast."
"I will..."
Only the sound of the call being disconnected remained.
"...hurry" got stuck in her throat, cut off by the suddenly ended call.
Perhaps because she'd experienced this before, Lila didn't feel suffocated or short of breath. Instead, she calmly put away her phone and started thinking about what to do for breakfast.
Twenty minutes later.
As Alexander was browsing financial news on his iPad, there was movement at the entrance.
He maintained his position looking at the screen.
However, his eyes glanced over.
Lila walked in carrying two bags and kicked the door shut with her foot.
Seeing Alexander sitting on the living room sofa, Lila raised the bags in her hands, "Mr. Sinclair, time for breakfast."
Alexander frowned slightly.
She just got back and called him to eat—did she cook it on the way?
He put down his iPad and stood up gracefully.
In the dining room, Lila laid out everything she'd bought, coffee, milk, cheeseburgers, sandwiches, hot dogs, and yogurt fruit cups.
Knowing Alexander was hard to please, she'd bought a bit of everything.
After arranging everything, Lila looked at Alexander, "Mr. Sinclair, do you prefer a sandwich, hot dog, or cheeseburger?"
She'd already planned it out—
If he wanted the sandwich, she'd eat the cheeseburger and hot dog; if he wanted the hot dog, she'd eat the cheeseburger and sandwich.
Whatever was left over could be saved for dinner.
Of course, she wouldn't dare trouble Mr. Sinclair with leftovers—those would all be hers.
Lila thought this was a brilliant idea—ready-made breakfast that wouldn't delay Alexander's work and saved her some effort.
However, when she looked at Alexander, she discovered his entire face had turned dark at some point!
Lila immediately sensed trouble.
She quietly stepped back before daring to ask tentatively, "You... don't like any of them?!"
Alexander's icy gaze pierced toward her as he spoke with heavy emphasis, "Miss Grace, are you messing with me?"
Messing with him?
How would she dare?
Lila shuffled over to the dining table with tiny steps and smoothed out the wrinkled plastic bag containing the hot dog.
Then she looked at Alexander, her pretty face showing a sweet smile, "Mr. Sinclair, you probably live a more refined life, so you think these things look a bit rough, but actually, they're amazing. The Sinclair Group is such a big company with so many employees—not every one of them gets to drink a cup of refined hand-ground coffee and eat freshly baked bread and bacon every morning. This kind of breakfast sold outside is their daily reality."