His Secret Spoiled Wife (Lily and Alexander) novel Chapter 472

Brandon widened his eyes. ‘I’m the one who frightened, okay?!’

Alexander finished preparing the meal in a short while. He made butter prawns, beef steak, stir-fried asparagus, and mushroom soup. There was also a pudding in the fridge, and Brandon was very jealous when he saw the scrumptious dinner.

He was cheeky enough to stay until now, so of course, he would stay to eat. Otherwise, his trip here would be in vain. He took the initiative and helped bring the food to the dining table. He sat down and picked up the fork and spoon to start eating. However, Alexander slapped the back of his hand, “I’ve said before, this is not your share of dinner!”

“I see that you’ve cooked a lot of food. I’m afraid the two of you won’t be able to finish it. It’s such a waste, and we mustn't waste food. I’ll help you!” After saying so, he picked up the fork and wanted to eat.

“There’s no need!” Alexander stopped him with one hand and shooed him away like he was a fly.

Brandon may not have other skills, but he was very thick-skinned. They went back and forth, trying to fight for the food on the table. Brandon finally managed to grab a piece of meat.

Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he heard a sweet female voice. “My car seems to have a small problem. Can you help me send it to the workshop tomorrow?”

“Okay. You can drive my car tomorrow.” Alexander answered her naturally.

“I don’t want to. Your car is too flashy. I’ll take the cab instead.” Lily walked down as she spoke. Her footsteps were very leisurely and unhurried.

Alexander walked over to her and grabbed a large towel along the way, “Let Edward drive you to work. It’s too troublesome to take the cab.” He put the dry towel over her head, rubbed it lightly, and said, “You forgot to blow dry your hair again.”

“It’s too troublesome to blow dry!” She grabbed a handful of her hair. When she turned around, she saw Brandon, who was about to eat a piece of meat, looking at her. She recognized him as the person in the kitchen who had called her ‘ghost’ earlier.

She frowned, “Why haven’t you left yet?”