Billionaire's Match

Chapter 896

This time, the reply came quickly: [Practice more if you’re bad.]

Charlotte paused, her fingers hovering over the screen.

Noah’s words were direct, but did he have to be this brutal?

Seeing her silent, he added: [Actually, it’s okay. You react pretty fast. Next time we play, I’ll guide you.]

[Alright.]

Charlotte’s lips curved into a small, relieved smile. If he said that, it meant he’d be logging in regularly.

Her message had barely gone through when his avatar dimmed, signaling he had logged off.

She played a few solo practice matches to kill time.

After a while, the bedroom door opened, and Ethan stepped out.

Charlotte glanced at him. “The porridge isn’t ready yet.”

“How much longer?”

slowly toward the sofa. He had hoped Charlotte might help him sit, but the stubborn girl ignored him completely, eyes

Half

even

his throat. “That’s enough. I’m

trailed off, but Ethan snatched her phone before she could

exited her game and locked the

keep ignoring me like this, I’ll call Khloe.

“Ha.”

up to Ethan, but his insufferable habits kept wiping out her goodwill in one fell

to reach for the

we’ll eat. Please

If he complained to Khloe, she’d only be more

was served, it wasn’t quite to Ethan’s perfectionist standard, but

Charlotte tidied up her

he asked, looking

time with the porridge. I’ll clear the bowl

Sunday,” Ethan said, stirring the porridge gently.

“So?”