Chapter 246
Lila was a bit confused. "What?"
He asked coldly. "What 'what'? Just one sentence and you call that wanting to chat with me?"
She pressed her lips together and spoke up, both obedient and bold. "I can chat with you, but you have to promise me you won't get mad for no reason."
Alexander stared at her, his gaze becoming deeper and more complicated. When he spoke, his voice was even more steady and powerful. "In Oceancrest City, you're the first person who dares to negotiate terms with me."
Lila bit her lip and smiled, "After all, I'm your wife. According to normal logic, the husband-and-wife relationship is the closest relationship there is, bar none. Parents will grow old, children will get married and have their own lives, but only spouses can accompany each other for a very, very long time. So it's okay if I'm a bit special, right?"
Alexander's eyes grew darker.
A very, very long time?
Hearing her say this, he briefly imagined what it would be like if they didn't divorce after a year, if this woman just sat with him every day, eating and chatting like this. He realized he wouldn't actually mind or dislike it.
Lila saw Alexander staring at her in a daze without saying a word, so she tentatively called out, "Honey?"
"Fine, I won't get mad. Whatever you want to say, just say it."
"Really?"
He had given his word.
Although he had promised not to get angry, Lila still looked Alexander over carefully before asking cautiously, "Before, you asked me what kind of guys I like, so what kind of girls do you like?"
Hearing this, a flash of surprise immediately appeared in Alexander's eyes.
Meeting his gaze, she smiled awkwardly, "Or... you could tell me what your ideal girl is like?"
Alexander's eyes grew darker, and at the same time, his lips curved with considerable pleasure. He stared at her and, instead of answering, asked "What's this, Mrs. Sinclair? Are you asking because you want to be the woman I like? Finding out my preferences so you can match my standards?"
Lila denied it. "No."
"No?" His smug expression gradually became harder to maintain.
She answered with a smile, "I'm just curious-curious about what kind of taste the CEO of the Sinclair Group has in women."
Alexander snorted coldly and casually dropped a line. "Anyway, not your type."
Lila was somewhat dissatisfied with Alexander's ruthless blow.
That's it?
How boring.
Then what's the point of chatting?
Lila pouted, "You tell me to chat with you but won't talk nicely. I'm not chatting anymore, let's just eat."
With that, she buried her head in her food.
But somehow, his words kept repeating in her mind.
Anyway, not your type.
Anyway, not your type.
Anyway, not your type.
Lila felt like her head was going to explode.
She could honestly say she'd never thought about making Alexander like her, but for a man to say to a woman, "anyway, not your type" - wasn't that kind of hurtful?
What was wrong with her type?
She was kind, cute, pure-hearted, beautiful, optimistic, and smart.
She was great, wasn't she?
Besides, Alexander clearly knew that many men liked her.
That proved she was worth liking!
Of course, Lila didn't think her worth was determined by how many men liked her, but still, that was a form of validation.
Just when she had given up any hope on Alexander's mouth, she heard Alexander speak up on his own, "I ruined the mood just now. Now, I'll tell you what kind of woman I like."
Lila's eyes paused slightly, then she looked up at him and sneered, "No need at all, I don't want to know anymore!"