Hide Your Identities Or Inherit Millions

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Elizabeth Felt Frustrated

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Elizabeth began grilling a lamb skewer and nodded, “It’s been a tough day.”

The others seemed so inept, making her do everything herself.

“At least you’ve found your parents now. You won’t have to work this hard anymore,” Emily sympathized, feeling bad for her friend.

Now, the one who was having a tough time was Peter.

The two of them chatted amicably, even if their topics seemed mismatched.

Elizabeth thought of the times Alexander had helped her out. Despite some previous misunderstandings, he was genuinely a good person. She felt she should treat him kindly.

Thus, she began grilling some water spinach.

Once done, Elizabeth carefully placed the grilled veggies on a plate and presented them to an awaiting Alexander.

Although not initially hungry, Alexander’s appetite was whetted by the aroma. However, his expression changed when he saw the plate’s contents.

“What’s this?”

Elizabeth listed the ingredients, “Cucumber, water spinach, garlic sprout, and chives.”

“Little girl, are you playing tricks on me?”

Alexander was suspicious. Why did she only serve him grilled vegetables? And why were they all green?

He recalled a recent video Samuel had shown him, which joked about how to tell your buddy he’s been cuckolded.

Elizabeth was puzzled by his conclusion, “Eating more vegetables boosts immunity and prevents osteoporosis. It’s good for you.”

After a pause, she added, “I grilled them carefully to ensure all the nutrients were preserved.”

Emily stepped in to help, “Well, Alex doesn’t like cucumbers. I’ll eat them for him.”

But before she could, Alexander had already taken a bite. His protective manner surprised Emily.

“It tastes pretty good,” he commented, licking his lips.

Elizabeth seemed satisfied, “I’ll grill some more for you then.”

Alexander didn’t refuse. Elizabeth’s grilling was genuinely tasty.

Emily sidled up to Elizabeth, “You’re brave, giving my brother all these vegetables. Aren’t you afraid he might get mad at you?”

“He’s freeloading off me. He has no right to be angry,” Elizabeth quipped. Emily looked puzzled, “You mean he’s freeloading off your culinary skills?”

Elizabeth replied, “Oh, right.”

It seemed like a trivial distinction.

Alexander’s gaze lingered on Elizabeth, observing her fluttering eyelashes and chapped lips. Realizing she had been busy and probably hadn’t had a drink, he decided to get her some water.

Suddenly, a rainstorm began.

“Rain? Elizabeth, run for cover!” Emily yelled, dashing inside.

Elizabeth stood still, letting the raindrops cool her face.

Emerging from the house, Alexander saw Elizabeth, silently and contemplatively getting wet. He sighed, grabbing an umbrella to cover her.

“Lost in thought?” he inquired.

Elizabeth blinked slowly, “No, just… thinking.”

Even with a neutral expression, Alexander felt she was sad.

Elizabeth wasn’t sure about feeling sad. But, for a fleeting moment, she remembered times when someone would tell her during rain, “Elizabeth, bring in the laundry.”

When she was feverish, someone would comfort, “You’re just catching a cold.”

When hungry, someone would remark, “You’re just hungry.”

And when she shivered, someone would advise, “You’re cold, wear more.”

Such memories left a void in Elizabeth’s heart.

Alexander suddenly grabbed her wrist, “Let’s go inside.”

His hand was somewhat rough, but also warm. It jolted Elizabeth back to the present..