Brittany Oakley’s hand paused in mid-air. Then she turned around and smiled at Alexander. “Okay, we’ll do it your way.”
She went to the office table, put down the bag, and opened it. Inside was a big lunch box. “I know you forget about everything when you work. That includes eating.”
She picked up the coffee cup in front of him, then poured away its contents. “Drinking coffee without a proper meal isn’t good for your stomach. You don’t know how to take care of yourself, do you?”
As she said that, she opened the lunchbox. Nestled within it was hot food. Not only was the color of the food attractive, but it also smelled mouthwatering.
“I cooked your favorite BBQ ribs. I also made fried chicken.” Full of enthusiasm, she placed some cutleries in front of him. With both hands supporting her chin, she looked at him with a yearning expression.
Alexander shot her a look and said faintly, “You cooked all this?”
“Yes. Quick, sample my handiwork. Go on,” Brittany urged. She smiled so wide that her eyes turned into slits.
“You cooked?” Alexander repeated, but it was a rhetorical question. His cold eyes bore a hole into her as if trying to read her thoughts.
Pouting, Brittany stood up and stomped her feet. “Fine. I got takeout from Cloudy. I just got off a plane and didn’t have much time, alright? I’m still jet-lagged and exhausted. Even if I wanted to cook, I had no time to buy the ingredients.”
“I never said you have to cook.” Alexander put the lid back on the lunch box and pushed it aside. “Since you’re tired, you should go home and get some rest. Not come here.”
“I wanted to see you.” Brittany got angry when she saw him push the lunch box aside without taking a bite. “Even if I didn’t cook it, I did buy it. Why won’t you just try some? Don’t you like the food from Cloudy’s?”
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