Chapter 178
And he tells her to watch her attitude, but does he even hear his own tone?
She mimicked his tone, muttering "Good that you know," and immediately started rolling her eyes.
However, halfway through the eye roll, Alexander suddenly turned his head.
Lila quickly stopped mid-roll and smiled guiltily. "Honey, what's wrong?"
Alexander reminded her expressionlessly, "I asked you where you're meeting, you haven't answered yet."
"At Oceancrest City Shopping Center. Elara said there's a new place that just opened, and she wants to try it."
Alexander simply acknowledged with a sound. He turned back around and walked toward the living room.
Lila breathed a sigh of relief and finished the eye roll she'd cut short earlier.
What's his problem?
Why does he have to know every little detail?
Why is he so curious about where she goes?
After changing her shoes, Lila closed the door and entered the living room. She had just sat down on the sofa when she heard Alexander ask unhurriedly, "What are we eating for dinner?"
"What do you want to eat?"
"Everything I want to eat, you can't make. Or did you forget?"
Lila was speechless.
After a moment of silence, she asked, "So do you want pasta or steak?"
"Whatever."
"Then can I make pasta?"
Alexander sat in a lazy posture, and as he looked up at her, he gave what Lila thought was a deliberately nitpicky response. "Why not steak?"
Because making pasta meant using ready-made sauce and noodles, while steak required prepping ingredients, plating, and preparing side dishes.
But would she tell him the truth?
Lila smiled. "Because... Grandma's lunch was so delicious, I want to eat it again for dinner, though I can't make it exactly the same. So honey, let's have pasta tonight, okay?"
"Suit yourself."
"Fine."
So pasta it is.
He answered flatly, pulled out a cigarette, then took out his lighter to light it.
Lila noticed the lighter in his hand was the one she'd given him, and couldn't help but look at it a couple more times, wondering if the lighter was really that good.
Why was it that ever since she gave Alexander this lighter, he'd abandoned that seventy-thousand-dollar lighter and switched to the cheap one she bought on Amazon?
Could mass-produced lighters nowadays really rival a seventy-thousand-dollar antique lighter?
Lila felt she needed to reconsider online shopping products. After all, many industrial products these days had pretty good quality, and handmade antiques weren't necessarily better. Especially today, she'd witnessed with her own eyes how a three-hundred-dollar online purchase had beaten out a seventy-thousand-dollar lighter.
Thinking about it, it was truly unbelievable.
After lighting his cigarette, Alexander looked up and glanced at her, catching those almond-shaped eyes staring straight at him. He smirked coldly, "What are you looking at?"
Lila looked uncomfortable, but her words were stubborn. "How would you know I was looking at you if you weren't looking at me?"
He snorted and reminded her, "When I looked at you, you were looking at me."
"Oh, well there's only the two of us here, who else am I supposed to look at? Besides, aren't you good-looking? Me looking at you means you're worth looking at, it's a form of recognition."
"I need your recognition?"
Lila was stumped.
She really wanted to ask if he just loved arguing this much.
But she didn't dare.
In the end, Lila said flatly, "Fine, I won't look anymore. Can I go upstairs now?"
With that, she stood up and turned toward the stairs.
Alexander's voice followed from behind, "Stop."
She turned back to look at him, her fair little face full of helplessness, and when she spoke, even her impatient thoughts slipped out. "Now what?"