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.

the second young lady of the Hunter Family, my family wouldn’t let me do the chores whenever I was at home. My stepmother and sister led a pampered life and did nothing since they never had to fend for themselves. I guess Anna won’t ever eat something like spaghetti

family, but he quickly resumed his usual expression a moment after that. He asked, “Did your stepmother treat

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

Anna treated her like that 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

He then asked, “But you don’t

Then, she slurred, “Those who were truly important to me and treated me well have passed away, and those remaining are unimportant, so it’s

was startled for a moment. Thinking that he had reminded her of her sorrowful past, he was a little apologetic. “I’m

and even my grandfather

thought that kids were gullible, but kids weren’t

you hate your

preference for me ever since I was little. I figured out later

the first start-up capital given to him by Courtney’s mother, who brought a handsome dowry with her when she married him. Otherwise, how could the Hunter Family become what it was

speaking, you don’t hate your father.” Alexander found it hard to describe the feelings within

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

for some reason, it sounded chilling. “I would make

at

“I’m full.”

the table. The noise wasn’t loud, but for some reason,

was completely baffled as Alexander’s figure quickly disappeared at the

did I make him angry

the dimly lit main bedroom on the second floor, Alexander opened a book placed on the bedside table 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 a