Chapter 102
Ava's mouth twitched. She turned around and saw William finishing his phone call and waving at her.
"Ava, come here first."
Not knowing what he wanted, Ava walked back to the rest area with her club.
"Are you hungry? I'll have someone bring some food over."
He finally remembered they hadn't eaten breakfast before leaving. Ava didn't stand on ceremony with him.
"I want pasta."
William had already told the waiter to bring sandwiches and milk. Looking at her slender limbs, he couldn't help but mock, "So picky. Just eat whatever there is!"
Despite saying this, he still picked up his phone and said to the person on the other end, "Bring a bowl of pasta too."
Emily was left standing in the sun. She looked around - her own brother had run off, the person who was supposed to compete with her was also gone, and Lewis was leisurely sitting in a chair drinking water.
Were these three people here just to watch her perform?
She threw down her club and stomped back angrily, sitting down next to Lewis.
"Lewis, will you play a round with me?"
Lewis gulped down a bottle of water.
"I don't want to bully a little girl. Won't your brother come after me?"
Emily started her persistent nagging routine.
"Lewis, play with me. If I win, you have to tell me one of your little secrets, okay?"
Emily was now full of curiosity about him. She didn't know much about her fiancé and wished she could spend every moment with him, knowing everything about him.
Lewis squeezed the water bottle in his hand and asked, "What if I win?"
"Then I'll agree to do something for you, too."
With stakes on the line, Lewis became interested. "Let's go, one round. Don't cry if you lose."
Emily was confident in her golf skills. When she first learned golf, Howard had hired a top coach for her, and she'd never lost to any of those socialites.
Except for her brother, no one had ever beaten her.
Meanwhile, William and Ava sat waiting for breakfast.
Soon, the waiter brought a sandwich, a glass of milk, and a bowl of pasta as William had instructed. Besides these, there was also a deep sea blue shirt.
Ava recognized it as a shirt William had worn recently. She was curious why he had the waiter bring a shirt - the white shirt he was wearing was clean and not dirty at all.
William saw her confusion.
"The skirt is too short, not suitable for sports."
Ava took a moment to react, then looked down at her knee-length skirt.
She didn't usually dress like this, but he had rushed her this morning, and she'd just grabbed something and thrown it on.
Looking at it now, it really wasn't suitable for sports, though it wasn't indecent either.
"I'm wearing safety shorts."
William was holding his sandwich, his expression slightly frozen.
"Still not okay."
Ava stopped talking and quietly ate her pasta.
She was starving, her stomach practically touching her back. At least he had some conscience, remembering she hadn't eaten breakfast.
The kitchen had made the pasta in a portion for a woman, a small bowl that would normally be enough for her. But today she was really hungry, and besides, whatever she ate had to nourish the two little ones first.
She slurped down the bowl of pasta in a few bites, still not feeling like she'd eaten anything.
She wiped her mouth, still not full.
At this moment, William was elegantly eating his sandwich, his eyes on the two people playing golf in the distance.
Sensing her gaze, he looked over.
He saw the empty bowl in front of her, not even a scallion leaf left. She was also eyeing the milk on the table with longing, looking quite greedy - it was really quite novel.
He was surprised that this picky woman actually had a day when she craved food, like a greedy cat, as if he usually starved her.
"Want the milk?"
Ava swallowed. "Can I?"
He scoffed internally - why had this woman's appetite suddenly increased today? She usually couldn't even finish that bowl of pasta.
"If you want it, take it. Would I let you go hungry?"
Since he said so, Ava didn't hold back. She directly took his milk and started gulping it down.
William's eyes stayed on her, unable to look away, watching her finish the entire glass of milk. He couldn't help but reach out to wipe the ring of milk residue around her lips.
As he leaned close, he brought with him the faint aroma of the sandwich.
Ava looked longingly at the half-eaten thing in his hand.
William immediately caught on, raising an eyebrow to ask, "You want more?"
This time, his tone was somewhat surprised. In his memory, he'd never seen her eat this much in one meal. She was always picky, and Lily worried about it so much that she'd taken a special cooking course to learn how to make different dishes so Ava would eat more.
Ava was too embarrassed to say that she really did want to eat. This was the first time she felt this awkward in front of him. Toda,y her stomach was like a bottomless pit that couldn't be filled no matter what.
It felt round when she touched it, but she still felt hungry.
William brought his sandwich to her mouth but didn't let go, holding it for her to bite, feeding her.
Ava didn't care about all that anymore - filling her stomach came first.
William's face showed a gratified expression.
"If you'd eaten like this earlier, you wouldn't be as thin as a stick."
Ava refused to agree.
"Where am I thin? I'm just right. Female celebrities of my height weigh less than 90 pounds, and I'm almost 110 pounds."
"That's an unhealthy standard of beauty, you know? Beauty should be based on health. Looking like a skinny monkey - what's nice about touching that?"
"Haven't you heard that beautiful women don't weigh over 100 pounds?"
"Haven't you heard that women who don't weigh over 100 pounds are either flat-chested or short?"
Ava almost choked on her bite of sandwich. She couldn't help but look down at herself.
William chuckled softly.
"At least you're self-aware."
The second half of the sentence went unsaid - knowing she was small-chested.
Hearing this kind of comment from him again, Ava got anxious.
"I'm not small, okay? If you don't believe me, look up the average data online. I definitely haven't dragged down the average."
William's lips curled up involuntarily. He held out his left hand in front of her, half-cupped.
"This size and you still have the nerve to say you're not small?"
Ava slapped his hand away with a smack.
"You, your hand is too big."
"Okay, I'll try to make it smaller."
Ava: "..."
What does the size of your hand have to do with me?
In the distance, Lewis was swinging his club when he saw William feeding Ava the sandwich. His hand slipped, he lost control of the direction, and hit the ball crookedly.
Even though the ball had rolled off somewhere unknown, he still stood there in a daze.
The rule he'd set with Emily was best two out of three. They'd each won one round and were tied. This mistake made him lose the match outright.
Emily tucked her club under her arm, looking smug.
"How about that, Lewis? You have to keep your word, right?"
Lewis didn't hear what she said at all. He saw the two people in the rest area being intimate, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with lemons - extremely uncomfortable.
"I'm done playing."
He threw down his club, wiped his forehead, and walked toward the rest area.
Emily found it baffling and followed him. From a distance, she heard her brother and that annoying woman arguing about something.
"William, what are you two discussing? What's big?"