Chapter 178
Frederick’s comment could be considered friendly.
I sighed and laughed. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it. I know the budget for this is fairly limited. So, I never considered appearances. I focused on buying the essential pieces. They’re good quality too. At the very least, there’s no formaldehyde. So, it won’t be a health hazard for the staff.”
“You’re quite the considerate boss,” Frederick said.
He gave the place a once–over, clearly somewhat satisfied. “Plain and simple. I like it. And I’m not just flattering you.”
“It’s nothing compared to La Doghouse,” I replied with a smile. “Just the renovation alone is a completely different ballpark.”
“There’s no need to make comparisons.” He stared intently at me. “La Doghouse is a bar. It’s a service–oriented business. You, on the other hand, are running a startup. Comparing the two
doesn’t really make sense.”
I nodded. He suddenly asked, “Have you been living here this whole time?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “I pull out the bed once everyone gets off work. It’s convenient to start my day as soon as I wake up.”
Frederick raised an eyebrow and leaned against the railing. He had one arm hanging loosely over the edge, making him seem rebellious. “Jonathan didn’t come looking for you?”
“He did, but I didn’t really want to see him,” I answered honestly.
“What about Alicia?”
“She came too, of course,” I said impatiently. “Stop asking about them. Just hearing their names
gets on my nerves.”
“Okay. Sounds like you really don’t want to see him.”
Isn’t that obvious?”
Frederick stopped asking about them. After a while, he said, “About my parents… I’m sorry.”
I knew what he was trying to say. I shook my head. “It’s okay. I understand where they’re coming
from. After all, I’m technically still married. Of course, they wouldn’t want you to get involved with me. Even if we call it a sibling relationship, everyone can see what’s going on. No need to give anyone more reason to talk.”
“We’ll have to wait and see.”
We clinked our glasses. Though they were only filled with water, we both drained them in one go.
“Next time, I expect you to bring me some liquor,” Frederick said with a smile. “That ‘First Love‘ from last time was not bad. It’s a pity Jonathan took it back.”
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
He replied nonchalantly, “That’s the wine you two made together. He guided you through the whole process. I’m not interested in what belongs to the two of you. What I want is…”
He paused and said nothing more.
I knew what he wanted to say, but I didn’t push it. I simply looked down.
Silence hung heav
between us until a shrill honk shattered the moment.
I looked to see a familiar Brabus pull up downstairs. Jonathan stood in front of the car, dressed in a black trench coat. He was tall and slender with an upright posture. His gaze, however, was as cold as ice.
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