Chapter 11
If Lila did something wrong, let God punish her, not Alexander!
A thunderclap suddenly rang out in the sky.
Lila jumped in fright and quickly hurried after Alexander.
Sure, the weather had been gloomy all day, but for thunder to strike right after her inner thoughts—was this really just a coincidence?!
On the way back to Island Mansion, Lila sat in the passenger seat, feeling more and more upset.
She started recalling what Grandma had asked her at the Sinclair Family Manor. Two things immediately came to mind: taking the blame for not liking having people in the house, and being assigned to cook.
Lila turned her head to glance at Alexander.
The evening streetlights cast a glow on Alexander's handsome, perfect profile, adding a touch of softness to his usually cold and domineering appearance.
Alexander was very focused, as if he wasn't thinking about anything except driving.
"Stop staring at me like that. Don't get any unrealistic ideas. You're not worthy of liking me."
Lila was furious at Alexander's remark.
She muttered under her breath, "Me, interested in you? Dream on."
After venting, she stared at Alexander again and said, "I was just wondering—at lunch at the Sinclair Family Manor, why did you tell Gaia that I don't like having people in the house? And you lied to Gaia saying I wanted to cook. When did I ever say that?"
Alexander's voice was cold and dismissive. "If you don't cook, who will? Me?"
Lila shot back without hesitation, "What's wrong with you cooking? Is cooking naturally supposed to be a woman's job?"
"A woman? Since when did you become a woman? Looks like Grandma didn't even investigate your private life before marriage."
"You... I meant women in general. I haven't..."
Wait, how did the conversation get derailed?
Lila snapped back to attention. "Stop changing the subject. Just tell me why you made me the scapegoat at lunch?"
"Aren't you always good at manipulating Grandma? You've got her listening to you the most, respecting your wishes the most. If I didn't say you don't like having people in the house, did you want the servants at the Sinclair Family Manor to discover we sleep in separate rooms and go report it to Grandma?"
Lila froze for a moment.
She hadn't thought of that at all.
Her thoughts were simple—she hadn't thought that far ahead.
Seeing her silence, Alexander took it as confirmation. "Miss Lila, you really are quite scheming."
Lila never expected to be caught off guard like this, having the tables turned on her by him!
Lila was desperate to defend herself, even raising her voice considerably. "Don't accuse me falsely! I never thought that!"
Alexander scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Really?"
Lila answered seriously, "Yes. I just don't want to be the scapegoat."
Alexander didn't respond, and the car fell silent again.
After about half an hour, the Rolls-Royce stopped outside Island Mansion.
Back home, Alexander changed his shoes while informing her, "I'll have my secretary send you a weekly menu. From now on, you'll prepare three meals a day here according to the menu."
Lila turned to look at him. "I haven't agreed to cook."
"Don't want to?"
"Right."
"Would you rather get divorced?"
Divorced?
Lila felt uncertain when she heard those two words.
Because she had promised Grandma they wouldn't divorce for at least a year.
Alexander stared at the girl's speechless expression, his eyes full of contempt, and spoke with a hint of sarcasm. "I knew you couldn't bear to give up the position of Mrs. Sinclair. Even if it's just for the high compensation in the agreement after one year, you'll have to handle all three meals here, won't you?"
Lila glared at him but said nothing.