Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 142

A Bit Off

Ashlyn didn’t say another word and compliantly followed behind the man, but her eyes showed a hint of underlying dissatisfaction.

How? How does an ugly duckling like Elise manage to live so vivaciously, and yet I have to suffer in such a way?

……

When they arrived home, Alexander carried all the newly bought things to Elise’s room. This was his first time in her room, and he could detect a slight fragrance in the air as he entered.

“Let me know if there’s anything else you need. I’ll have Cameron bring it over to you,” Alexander said. Elise glanced at the pile of shopping bags in front of her and was a little shocked that they’d actually bought so many things today. “That won’t be necessary for now. We’ve already bought a lot, actually.”

Alexander nodded and asked, “What do you want to eat for dinner? I’ll pass the word to the kitchen.”

Elise’s eyes moved around as she pondered. She thought of something all of a sudden and said, “I want sticky pork ribs and roasted chicken.”

Alexander made a mental note of her cravings. “Sure, get some rest and just come downstairs when it’s time for dinner.”

As he spoke, he left her room with wide and brisk steps. Elise cupped her face with one hand as she stared at herself in the mirror. Strangely, she felt like a girl who was being pampered by her boyfriend.

Elise lay on her huge bed and stared at the ceiling above her; an image of Alexander surfaced in her mind and she couldn’t help but smile sweetly. Then, she rolled over and gradually fell asleep.

Night approached steadily outside her windows. It wasn’t until a knock sounded on her door that Elise stirred. She stretched lazily and checked the time—she was surprised to find that it was already over 7.00PM.

The housekeeper’s voice came from outside

replied,

before putting on her

on his phone.

looked at him and asked,

I only played for a while, though—it

“Okay. Have you done your homework? Is there anything you don’t

“Yeah, there are a few questions I don’t understand. Can we

the cunning look in her eyes as she stared at him. She replied readily, “Of course, but

feeling right

“Give me your phone. No

he gave it some thought, it was indeed his own goal to pay attention to his studies in the first place. He wouldn’t be

all day

said she wouldn’t bother him. It was almost as if he

they arrived downstairs, “Mr. Griffith has business to attend to this evening, so he won’t be having dinner at

table was the sticky pork ribs and roasted chicken that she’d mentioned earlier. A warm feeling flooded her heart instantly and her mouth curved up

out a chair and sat down. Then, he immediately picked up his fork and knife as he prepared to dig in. At that moment,

soon as he heard that and quickly put

Elise. “Here are the sticky pork ribs and roasted chicken

prepared for Elise. It was no wonder his brother reacted in such a way. Thus, he

bringing out all the dishes, neither Alexander nor Danny started eating. Alexander turned to Elise and said,

piece and took a bite. Instantly, the rich barbeque sauce melted in her mouth; it tasted no different from what she

itching to start eating the moment he saw the food, so