One Night Surprise

Chapter 64 So You Don’t Hate Him?

Courtney’s midnight snack looked no less impressive than a regular meal. Soon, three beautiful bowls containing bolognese sauce, cooked spaghetti, and meatballs were served on the table. The most aromatic food among them was the bowl filled with bolognese sauce, which smelled very appetizing.

Courtney served Alexander a big bowl of spaghetti before serving the sauce and the meatballs in front of him. She urged without thinking, “Mix the sauce with the spaghetti yourself. This is especially delicious.”

With that, she hastily served herself some spaghetti.

Alexander pressed his palms against the bowl of spaghetti bolognese. As he felt the bowl’s warmth, his eyes—which were fixed on the busy woman in front of him—were slowly filled with warmth as well.

Actually, it was rare for someone from a wealthy and powerful family to see a member of their family preparing food for them personally. There were plenty of maids and servants at home, so everyone in the household always lived off other people’s labor.

Such was the way Alexander lived ever since he was a child, but the scene before his eyes overlapped with some scenes of his childhood, evoking his memories and reminding him of some long-standing grievances at the same time.

Meanwhile, Courtney ate half a bowl of spaghetti bolognese in just a few bites. Just as she was fully satisfied, she saw Alexander’s bowl from the corner of her eye; its contents still looked the same as when she had given it to him earlier.

“Why haven’t you eaten it yet?” she asked, puzzled. After pondering for a moment, she asked in a whisper, “Have you not eaten spaghetti bolognese before?”

“Is it weird that I’ve never eaten spaghetti bolognese before?” Alexander asked her in reply.

Melrose City was located in the south. Spaghetti bolognese, which originated from another country, was common in the area, but it was available mainly as street food. Courtney presumed that the Duncans’ cooks wouldn’t prepare spaghetti bolognese for Alexander’s dinner, and it was even more impossible for Alexander to eat at a food stall.

“Uh, it’s not weird. It isn’t weird at all.” Courtney smiled with embarrassment. She reached out her hand ingratiatingly and offered, “Why don’t I mix the sauce with the spaghetti for you?”

“It’s not necessary.” Holding the fork in his hand, Alexander mixed the sauce and the spaghetti himself. His movements couldn’t be considered skillful, but it wasn’t clumsy either.

words to make up for her lack of manners just now. “Back when I was still the second young lady of the Hunter Family, my family wouldn’t let me do the chores

evade talking about her family, but he quickly resumed his usual expression a moment after

do you think?” Courtney threw him a look to let him figure it

at Isaac and Vanessa’s engagement party if her stepmother treated her well? Children always followed their mothers’ example, so one could tell at a glance how her stepmother

asked, “But you don’t seem to be

spaghetti. Then, she slurred, “Those who were truly important to me and treated me well have passed

her of her sorrowful past, he was a little apologetic.

was also what everyone in the Hunter Family and even my grandfather said. However, why would Anna be born before her mother married into the Hunter Family if my dad didn’t cheat on my mom back then? She’s even two months older than

thought that kids were gullible, but

you hate

slightly worse, but he has never concealed his preference for me ever since I was little. I figured out later that there is nothing wrong with the way he treats me. In the end, I just can’t reconcile myself to

business from scratch, but he couldn’t have done so back then without the first start-up capital given to him by Courtney’s mother, who brought a handsome dowry with her when she married

your father.” Alexander found it hard to describe the feelings within

raised her brows, trying her best to assume an unconcerned expression. “Moreover, I’m no longer living with them right

reason, it sounded chilling. “I would make him and his mistress get out of

at

“I’m full.”

fork produced a slight noise as it was put down on the table. The noise wasn’t loud, but for some reason,

at the door to

did I make him

to reveal a photo that was torn in half. Half of the photo had been crumpled beyond recognition, whereas the other half showed a little boy who was riding on the shoulders of