One Night Surprise Chapter 64
Chapter 64 So You Don’t Hate Him?
Courtney’s midnight snack looked no less impressive than a regr 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.
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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’sbor.
Such was the way Alexander lived ever since he was a child, but the scene before his eyes ovepped
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,
wasmon in the area, but it was avable 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.
“Actually, I understand your feelings.” Courtney desperately looked for words to make up for herck of
manners just now. “Back when I was still the second youngdy 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 bolognese in her life.”
Alexander looked a little surprised upon seeing that Courtney didn’t evade talking about her family, but
he quickly resumed his usual expression a moment after that. He asked, “Did your stepmother treat
you well?”
“What do you think?” Courtney threw him a look to let him figure it out himself.
Would’ve 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 nce how her
stepmother treated her.
Alexander frowned. He then asked, “But you don’t seem to be concerned, do you?”
“Yeah, I’m unconcerned.” Courtney swallowed a big mouthful of spaghetti. 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 meaningless to dwell on that.”
Alexander was startled for a moment. Thinking that he had reminded her of her sorrowful past, he was
a little apologetic. “I’m sorry.”
“Why should you apologize?” Courtney curled her lips into a self-deprecating smile. “You know what?
My dad kept telling me that my mom died of an illness, which 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
I am.”
All adults thought that kids were gullible, but kids weren’t idiots despite their childishness.
“Do you hate your father?”
Courtney nodded before shaking her head. “I don’t know. I’d certainly hate him if he treats me slightly
worse, but he has never concealed his preference for me ever since I was little. I figured outter that
there is nothing wrong with the way he treats me. In the end, I just can’t reconcile myself to what
happened to my mom and grandfather.”
Courtney’s father founded the Hunter Family by starting his 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 him. Otherwise, how could the Hunter Family be
what it was today?
“Simply speaking, you don’t hate your father.” Alexander found it hard to describe the feelings within
him as he stared at Courtney.
“Not really. It’s a matter between my parents, so we’re not qualified to intervene as children.” Courtney
raised her brows, trying her best to assume an unconcerned expression. “Moreover, I’m no longer living
with them right now. Otherwise, could you do anything if you were me?”
“If I were you,” said Alexander as his voice deepened; for some reason, it sounded chilling. “I would
make him and his mistress get out of the house together without a single penny.”
Stunned, Courtney stared at Alexander in surprise.
“I’m full.”
The fork produced a slight noise as it was put down on the table. The noise wasn’t loud, but for some
reason, Courtney could sense the anger in it.
Courtney waspletely baffled as Alexander’s figure quickly disappeared at the door to his room on
the second floor.
How did I make him angry again?
In the dimly lit main bedroom on the second floor, Alexander opened a book ced 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 handsome man in high
spirits.
Alexander held the photo, pressing his thumb so hard on its edge that it almost crinkled up. The light
cast on his face revealed a hint of touchiness.
So many years had passed since then, yet he never admitted what he had done wrong back then.
It was that woman who betrayed his father; she had an affair with another man behind his father’s
back, thus killing his father indirectly. Therefore, he didn’t consider it wrong to banish her from the
family himself even though she was his mother.
Yet, Courtney said that it was a matter between his parents, and he had no right to intervene as a child.
When Alexander woke up the next day, Courtney had prepared their breakfast and was having
breakfast with the two kids at the dining table.
“Are you awake? Let’s eat.” Courtney looked at him. She said with a smile. “I made some millet gruel
with red dates. It’s good for your health.”
Alexander pulled out his chair and sat down without answering her. His attitude was obviously colder
than before.
Courtney, who also noticed that, felt a little awkward. Nheless, she couldn’t figure out how she had
made him angry. She was only too anxious to stop staying here, but she wouldn’t allow that if her job
would be affected.
The maid filled a bowl with the gruel and put it in front of Alexander, who lowered his head and tasted it
without saying a word. He even finished off the bowl of gruel; only then did Courtney breathe a sigh of
relief.
As expected, one must take their cue from somebody else while living under their roof. I’d better finish
my job as soon as possible.
Tina had been living in Royal Park Manor ever since that day. Courtney and Alexander would send the
two kids to school together in the morning, whereas Alexander would pick them up personally in the
evening.
Strangely, Courtney was always in time for dinner no matter when she came home from work; it was as
though the cook at Royal Park Manor could predict the time she arrived back at home after work in the
evening.
The decoration of the event hall for the 100th-anniversary celebration took half a month toplete.
When it ended formally on Friday, Courtney had the Finance Department settle ounts with the
contract workers.
Just as she was contemting whether to get off work early and pick Tina up, her cell phone rang
suddenly.