novelraw Chapter 468: Old Xie is very angry, the consequences are very serious
Chapter 468: Old Xie is very angry, the consequences are very serious
In the evening, when Leah came home with two small cakes, she unexpectedly found that the man hadn’t cooked. Little Casimir Shaw was starving, his eyes brimming with tears, lips pursed, and pitifully rubbing his small belly—he was on the verge of crying.
"Mommy, I’m so hungry," Casimir whispered into Leah’s ear, "Old Richard is really angry today, and the consequences are very serious."
Leah was initially furious—she could tolerate being hungry herself, but how could he let Little Casimir go hungry? Just as she was about to lose her temper, hearing that the man was very angry made her hesitate. Though he was usually taciturn, when he got mad, he exuded such an imposing presence that she wouldn’t dare provoke him.
"Mommy brought two small cakes. Let’s eat them secretly and call it dinner." Leah handed the cakes to her precious child and lowered her voice, asking, "Is there any food left in the house?"
Little Casimir instinctively wanted to nod—there was plenty of food in the fridge, and he even had some snacks secretly stashed in his room. But as soon as he thought of Old Richard, a shiver ran down his spine, and he shook his head instead, whispering, "Mommy, can you go check on Old Richard for me? I don’t dare to go."
Truthfully, Leah didn’t dare either. But faced with Little Casimir’s big, shiny black eyes, she had no choice but to steel herself, nodding courageously before heading to knock on the door.
"Come in." The man’s voice came from deep in his throat, low and irresistibly sensual.
When Leah entered, the man was sitting in a wheelchair reading a book. A thin blanket was draped over his legs, and he was making notes with a pen as he read. His long, strong fingers rested elegantly on the open pages. The light cast over his chiseled profile made his demeanor strikingly attractive.
"Why didn’t you cook today?" Leah, momentarily dazzled by the sight before her, was a beat slow before she coquettishly complained, "Our son and I are both starving."
The man’s tea-colored eyes darkened slightly, and his tone shifted—like a wife teasing her husband upon arriving home. Richard Shaw, who had spent the entire afternoon sulking after being mocked, instantly felt his mood lighten. No matter how capable Leclair Family’s Crown Prince was, did Delphine Carter ever act all sweet and coy toward him? Dream on!
The Major General was immensely smug on the inside. Yet his handsome, rugged face remained impassive as he lowered his gaze, feigning a hurt tone: "So my only remaining worth is cooking?"
Leah froze. It was the first time she had seen him act so self-pitying. Instantly, she bit her red lip—how had she forgotten? This man’s pride was particularly strong, and he was especially sensitive. Even if his only skill truly was cooking, she couldn’t say that.
"No, it’s just that your cooking is especially delicious." Leah was about to search her mind for something to say when the man placed his book aside and wheeled himself closer.
Though he was seated in a wheelchair, Leah couldn’t help but feel as though his back was straight, his shoulders broad, his legs long, and his body brimming with strength. Her own body tensed as a wave of heat rushed over her.
By now, Richard had reached her. His stunningly handsome, chiseled face looked like the most exquisite piece of art. Due to years of wearing Buddha Beads, a faint, soothing sandalwood scent clung to him.
His deep voice resonated: "Yet you take the soup I brew every day and share it with others? You clearly dislike my cooking—don’t force yourself."
Leah was stunned. So this was his way of going on strike?
"No, it’s because the soup you make is so good that I share it with Delphine," she hastily explained.
The man looked entirely unconvinced.
"So, no more sharing from now on?" Leah, now like a schoolchild caught misbehaving in front of their parents, replied with some trepidation, wary of wounding his ultrasensitive, fragile pride once again. Fine, she’d just have the chefs at Squire Manor make soup in the future.
Only then did the Major General break into a satisfied smile. Thus, because of the Crown Prince of Leclair Family’s mocking and posturing from earlier that afternoon, the Major General cut off Delphine’s supply of nutritional tonics. Neither Leah nor Delphine had any clue that from Imperial City to the Southern Seas, when these two men—residing at the very pinnacle of the social hierarchy—acted childish, it was downright unbearable to witness.