Chapter 132
Elara: [You're just too shy. I suggest you search online for tips on showing love to a man. Practice more with Mr. Sinclair, and you'll get scolded less.]
Lila: [What kind of terrible advice is that?]
Elara: [Some things might be bad, but they work.]
Well, she had no comeback for that.
Lila stared at the ceiling, trying to empty her mind, but somehow the image of sitting on Alexander's lap earlier popped into her head.
When his calloused fingertips touched her face, she didn't hate it as much as she'd imagined. When his lips landed on her cheek, her heart seemed to skip a beat. She just couldn't tell if it was nervousness or something else.
Couldn't figure it out, so she just stopped thinking about it.
All morning, Lila stayed holed up in her room. She'd left her "Comprehensive Quality" book in Alexander's study, so she just scrolled through videos about the teaching certification exam on her phone.
However—
When the clock struck eleven, lunchtime arrived.
Lila's briefly relaxed mood instantly tensed up again.
What should she do?
Should she leave her room now?
Would it be awkward if she ran into Alexander?
Lila agonized from eleven o'clock sharp until ten past eleven, finally convincing herself with the lame excuse that "he's still in his study," and obediently went downstairs to cook.
Half an hour later, lunch was ready.
She placed all four dishes on the dining table. Sitting in the dining room, she looked toward the study on the second floor and noticed the door hadn't moved at all.
Lila pressed her lips together, thinking to herself that she definitely wasn't going up to call him.
She'd wait five more minutes. If he still didn't come down, she'd eat by herself.
Time ticked by, second by second...
When she'd waited three minutes, the study door upstairs creaked open from the inside.
Hearing this, Lila immediately looked over.
Alexander walked toward the staircase with his long strides, then stepped down onto the first step.
She instantly looked away, acting casual as she picked up her utensils and slowly started eating lunch. But from the corner of her eye, she still glanced at him from time to time, quietly observing his movements.
Soon, Alexander entered the dining room.
Lila continued eating as if nothing was happening.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Alexander glance coldly at the utensils placed at his usual seat, sit down gracefully, pick up his utensils, and start eating in an unhurried manner.
That's it?
Not saying a word?
Lila's mind was active, but her mouth remained silent as usual.
This meal was eaten in considerable silence.
She and Alexander had some inexplicable understanding—clearly sitting together eating lunch, yet whenever they reached for food, they never once reached for the same dish.
The first to put down his utensils was Alexander.
After setting them down, just like when he entered the dining room, he gracefully stood up, turned, and left, not saying a single word to Lila the entire time.
She watched him go upstairs and return to his bedroom.
The moment the bedroom door closed, Lila's tense nerves relaxed. At the same time, an unnamed emotion spread recklessly through her heart. She couldn't quite describe what it felt like, but it just felt uncomfortable.
He was the one who scolded her first, so she stopped talking to him.
Why wasn't he talking to her either?
He's a man, shouldn't he be the bigger person?
Or was it that Alexander, despite appearing handsome, mature, and intelligent, was actually someone who held grudges?
Lila admitted she didn't know him that well, so she couldn't figure out the exact reason.
However, she made up her mind—she absolutely would not be the first to make peace.
She'd compromised enough times already.
Tonight she still had to go with Ethan to meet his parents, and he was going out to dinner with friends. They wouldn't get home at the same time, so they wouldn't run into each other. Perfect.