Chapter 156
Hearing this, Alexander frowned slightly.
Lila continued, "I don't like people who don't like me either!"
After Lila finished speaking, Alexander stared at her with eyes that were especially deep and unreadable.
This was the first time he had ever heard a woman clearly and directly say she didn't like him. It felt surprising and novel to him.
For as long as he could remember, all he had ever heard were compliments. The fake politeness and flattering praise had long stopped creating even the slightest ripple in his heart.
Today was the first time in his twenty-five years that he had heard honest words from a woman—words he couldn't hear from anyone else.
And this woman was his wife.
A sense of pleasant surprise arose in Alexander's heart, and he even felt a bit of fondness for this surprise.
He stared at Lila and suddenly smiled.
After seeing his smile, Lila was stunned for a moment.
And also scared.
Was he laughing out of anger?
Was Alexander about to start bullying her right here in her own home, regardless of the setting?
Just as Lila was trembling with fear, Grandma's voice came from the kitchen.
"Lila, lunch is ready. Come help bring it out."
"Okay Grandma, I'm coming right now."
Her response was loud.
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly turned and ran toward the kitchen, feeling relieved, like she had just dodged a bullet.
Alexander watched her flee in panic, his lips curving slightly as he followed her.
Lila took a large bowl of pasta from Grandma's hands. Looking at the noodles covered in meat sauce, she was so tempted that she almost drooled.
However, when she turned around, she discovered that Alexander had somehow come into the kitchen. Startled, her hands holding the bowl shook, and the pasta soup looked like it was about to spill out and burn her. Lila reflexively let go.
Just as she thought the bowl she'd dropped was going to make a mess on the floor, she was surprised to find that Alexander had caught the bowl of pasta.
The hot soup spilled out because of the bowl's movement and landed right on Alexander's hand.
Lila was startled and quickly took the bowl from Alexander's hands. "Give me the bowl quick, go run your hand under cold water, or it'll blister."
Perhaps out of concern, her voice was much louder than usual.
But Alexander moved the bowl back, looking at her and saying, "This isn't too hot, I'm fine. I'll eat this bowl, you have Grandma get you another one."
"But—"
"I'll wait for you outside."
With that, Alexander turned around without changing his expression.
Lila frowned, thinking that Alexander was really enduring so much just to save face.
The bowl itself was hot, so the soup must have been scalding.
Yet he said he was fine?
Grandma's voice reached her ears, "Lila, go check on little Fu's hand quickly. Run it under cold water and put some ointment on it so it doesn't blister."
"Okay."
At Grandma's prompting, Lila responded and left the kitchen.
She rushed straight to Alexander's side, grabbed his hand, and headed toward the water tap in the yard where they washed clothes.
When they got there, she turned on the faucet and put Alexander's hand under the water, letting the cold water run over the reddened area where the hot soup had burned him.
Only then did she have time to look at him and scold, "I really don't know what you were thinking. The hot soup clearly spilled on your hand, but you still insisted on carrying the bowl out. Don't you feel the pain?"
"Grandma worked so hard to make that pasta. It would be a shame to just drop it on the floor."
"But what if your hand gets burned?"
When Alexander looked at her, his thin lips held a smile with unclear meaning.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked instead of answering, "If my hand gets burned, would you feel bad for me?"