His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 87: You are Quite Tsundere

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: You are Quite Tsundere

Chapter 87

Evelyn Thompson laughed cheerfully, "This is Alex’s handwriting, it’s his."

Then, she looked at Chloe Collins with a teasing glance, "Go on, don’t keep brother waiting, he doesn’t like dining alone."

"You’re not joining us?"

Evelyn’s smile was a bit more shy than before, "Uncle William already prepared something for me, I’m going home to eat."

"Hurry off, after dinner you still need to go to school. Oh, we’re going to pay respects to his grandma today. After that, we need to go pray at the temple, it might take a while. If you get hungry when you get back, just eat first, don’t wait for us."

"Okay."

Approaching the villa, Chloe was greeted by a tempting aroma.

She quickly recognized the likely ingredients.

There was even a hint of carrot.

Walking inside, she quickly spotted carrot shreds in the noodle dish prepared on the table.

Mixed with the Italian sauce, it looked very delicious.

Next to her, Alexander Foster was meticulously wiping utensils. His fingers were slim and defined, looking rather attractive.

"Wash your hands." He didn’t look up.

Without a word, Chloe dutifully went to wash her hands.

After sitting down, aside from having more carrot shreds than Alexander, there was also a glass of milk on her plate.

"I don’t want to drink milk right now." She moved the milk to his side.

The weather was stuffy, but the milk was warm.

Alexander glanced at the glass of milk, "You think I’d drink it?"

"Don’t like it?" Chloe glanced at him, "I thought you’d like it since there’s a milky scent on you."

His knuckles protruded slightly, his face was a mixture of emotions.

The next moment, the glass of milk was returned to Chloe’s side.

"I don’t like milk, and I certainly don’t smell milky." He clarified calmly.

Chloe looked at him, about to say something, but then decided against it, "Never mind."

She didn’t want to waste time explaining such trivial matters.

Alexander picked up a fork and began to twirl the noodles, but didn’t bring them to his mouth.

His deep gaze kept drifting over to Chloe, seemingly by accident.

Chloe twirled a small amount of the pasta, along with a few shreds of carrot and started eating.

Then suddenly, she stopped chewing.

Noticing her gaze, Alexander calmly continued to eat his pasta.

"Something wrong with the taste?" he asked lightly.

Chloe finished her mouthful and casually replied, "No, it’s just familiar, tastes similar to the braised pork you ate at the temple years ago."

Alexander paused.

After a while, he said, "You remember."

"Hmm, it was tasty."

"It was made by my grandmother."

Chloe nodded, not surprised at all. She knew that Madam Foster was a foodie who doted on her grandson. It wasn’t strange that she had cooked it herself.

"I can also make it." He said.

"Oh."

Chloe responded nonchalantly, and took out her phone, logging into a manga website.

Seeing her lack of response, Alexander said, "Drink the milk."

"No."

"Eat these." He moved a plate of cut fruits in front of her.

Without saying anything, Chloe reached out, took an apple slice and started eating, her eyes still on her mobile screen.

Alexander didn’t say anything else. After a couple bites of pasta, he picked up the glass of milk and drank from it.

By the time Chloe looked up, the glass of milk was already empty. The milk-white residue on the glass slowly trickled to the base.

In her eyes, a playful gleam was apparent.

"You’re quite tsundere."

Alexander nearly choked, his calm gaze flared, "What?"

With an arch of her eyebrow, Chloe tapped dismissively against the empty milk glass.

"Thanks for the meal." She said and stood up.

He put the fork down, his face looking a shade darker.

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