Chapter 24 Is It Not Possible?
The silence at the dining table was ridiculously heavy.
The old lady's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them.
That brat!
He must have bullied Emmie again.
Otherwise, why would the atmosphere be so cold that even her arthritis was about to flare up!
At this moment, no one at the table was speaking.
Only the sound of knives and forks clinking against porcelain plates.
Margaret's scrutinizing gaze swept across both their faces, noticing something was off. "Did you two have a fight?"
Both answered in unison. "No."
Margaret's smile grew even more sly. "Well, well, you two are pretty in sync right now."
"Emmie, Grandma won't listen to him - you tell me! If this brat dares to bully you, Grandma will make him sleep on the street tonight!"
Alex's eyebrows slowly furrowed.
Who's the actual grandchild here?
Emily quickly shook her head. "Really, we didn't. Don't worry, Grandma. I just woke up, so I don't have much appetite."
Alex put down his coffee cup, his expression growing even colder.
But then, unexpectedly, the old lady suddenly leaned close to Emily and asked in a whisper, blinking, "Emmie, how's your baby-making plan going?"
Emily's face instantly turned bright red, nearly choking.
This... this was way too awkward.
Why was Grandma asking such specific questions! How was she supposed to answer...
The old lady didn't seem to think anything of it and kept pressing about the baby-making plan, completely ignoring Alex's face, which had turned completely dark.
Seeing Emily's face turn completely red, Alex said through gritted teeth, "The company's been busy lately, haven't had time for that."
"We'll definitely work harder on it, but Grandma, please stop going through the trash and asking these questions."
"We know what we're doing."
What?!
Going through the trash?
A question mark slowly appeared beside Emily's head, followed by deep helplessness.
Grandma really was...
Margaret just snorted coldly, not responding at all. She pulled Emily over and took out her phone, opening TikTok.
"Come on, Emmie, let's make a video and jump on some trends. Our Emmie is so beautiful, she'll definitely bring lots of traffic to the account."
The old lady really cared about her followers.
"Beat it up, catch a charge."
"Extra large and extra hard."
"Put this cookie right in your face..."
As soon as she opened the app, Cardi B's WAP started playing.
Silence...
The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.
All three of them froze.
Alex was so choked up he couldn't speak, his face dark enough to drip ink.
How ironic.
Was Grandma doing this on purpose?
Meanwhile, Emily was watching the show with a smile, her silver fork spearing fruit as she ate leisurely.
Her fair, glowing face actually showed a hint of... relaxation?
She rarely got to see this man embarrassed - it was too entertaining.
However, Alex narrowed his eyes dangerously. Enjoying the show?
Then he suddenly curved his lips, and as his thin lips lifted, he said, "Since you love this song so much, let's make a detailed baby-making plan. Make it in PPT format and send it to me - I'll read every word carefully and give it my full cooperation."
Suddenly, Emily's smile froze.
Baby-making plan?
Full cooperation?
Emily's cheeks instantly burned.
She put down her knife and fork and glared at Alex without any courtesy. Shameless!
Then she immediately stood up. "Grandma, I'm full. Going to the bathroom."
With that, she turned and quickly fled the dining room.
Margaret slowly put down her knife and fork, her tone full of disappointment. "You brat, get your act together. Emmie is such a good girl - you better treat her right. Don't wait until you lose her to regret it, or you'll have plenty to cry about."
Alex didn't say anything, just watched Emily's flustered retreating figure, the corners of his lips curving into a nice arc.
Half an hour later, the two prepared to leave.
Emily needed to follow up on her father's case, and Alex had to go to the company to handle business - they were going the same way.
As soon as they stepped out the door, a cold wind hit them.
Emily instinctively pulled her coat tighter, but still felt chilly and couldn't help shivering.
This small movement was caught entirely by Alex beside her.
His eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing.
Soon, the butler brought the car out from the garage.
Emily didn't want too much contact with him and just wanted to keep her distance, so she walked straight toward the back seat.
It wouldn't open.
"Sit in front." Alex's face darkened, his voice cold. "I'm not your driver."
Emily paused slightly. "I'll just sit in the back, won't trouble you."
Alex laughed in anger and immediately half-lifted his eyelids to look at the window. "I don't care where you sit, but Grandma's still watching. You can explain to her yourself later."
With that, he opened the car door.
Emily hesitated when she saw Margaret standing by the window with a kind smile.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and had no choice but to get in the passenger seat.
As soon as she sat down, Alex suddenly leaned over.
Emily's body stiffened, and she looked at him warily. "What are you doing?"
Alex glanced at her with a half-smile and clicked her seatbelt into place.
He hadn't smoked today, so his scent was a light cedarwood.
As the distance between them closed, the man's aggressive aura almost enveloped her.
Looking at his sharp jawline and deep, chiseled features, Emily felt her heartbeat skip, her face heating up uncontrollably, even her breathing falling out of rhythm.
Alex straightened up, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over her flushed face, his lips curving slightly.
Then he casually turned up the car's heating.
Before Emily could recover, a black suit jacket was tossed onto her lap.
She was slightly stunned - wasn't this the one Alex wore this morning?
Before she could refuse, she heard Alex sneer, "Put it on, so you don't have to pretend to be pitiful."
Pretend to be pitiful?
Emily looked confused.
She was actually amused and looked up at the man's cold profile, too lazy to say more.
She didn't want to argue.
Besides, it really was a bit cold today, so she just put on the jacket.
The suit was loose and crisp. With her petite frame, she was practically swimming in it.
Alex's scent filled her nostrils. Emily closed her eyes and turned to look out the window.
The scenery outside rushed past, but it couldn't hide that strange emotion in her heart.
Memories surged again.
If things had been like this before... would they not have ended up like this?
The car was very quiet.
Alex held the steering wheel with one hand, but his peripheral vision swept to the rearview mirror.
Emily in his jacket looked especially petite, her wheat-colored skin appearing even more delicate against the black suit.
She quietly looked out the window, with an indescribable gentle elegance.
Alex's thin lips pressed together slightly, his heartstrings stirring.
The two remained silent all the way.
Until the car stopped - Emily's apartment was just ahead. "Stop, stop the car."
Alex's brows furrowed slightly, but he still braked.
Emily not only had to follow up on her father's case but also complete online work for Paris. Time was really tight.