The both of them noticed Scarlett as well, but they continued cooking in silence. Scarlett surveyed the dishes, which were an assortment of her favorites. Grilled rib-eye steak, spaghetti carbonara, classic meatballs, fish casserole, and even her top favorite—baked potato with sour cream. When she'd lived in Amerstica, she’d missed Atville’s local dishes but wasn’t particularly good at cooking. The only dish she knew how to make was baked potatoes, and she never got tired of it no matter how many times she made it.Her mouth was watering just looking at all the dishes before her, and she was getting increasingly hungry. Without realizing it, she'd walked right in front of the baked potatoes. Just as she was about to take a bite, Lucas stopped her. Scarlett looked at Lucas with a pitiful expression, her gaze protesting, as if saying, “Why are you stopping me? I’m hungry!” Scarlett looked just like a shepherd dog in Lucas’ eyes—pitifully cute—and his heart softened. “Mommy, you

“Alright, time to eat. Sit down now, or the food will get cold.” Scarlett gestured for Lucas to sit down as she stopped dwelling on the matter. Initially, both Scarlett and Lucas dined with poise and grace. But it wasn’t long before they abandoned their manners and ate messily. Jonathan raised an eyebrow, wondering if they had been pretending to be cultured all along. Before he knew it, he was eating just like them, even fighting over food like a child.It took them two hours to finish dinner, which was quite a feat in Scarlett and Jonathan’s books. They rubbed their satisfied tummies, both of them feeling very full. "Lucas, clean up," Scarlett ordered.Lucas wouldn't compromise so easily. "Uncle Jonathan, clean up."Jonathan silently gave them a vicious stare, then stood up and cleared the table. Even his movements while cleaning up were elegant, and he did it so skillfully. The house was restored to its clean state in no time, leaving both Scarlett and Lucas impressed. They t

Macy was smiling, but the words she spat out were hurtful. Lucas wasn’t fond of others pinching his cheeks, but his mommy and Aunt Macy were the exceptions. He stopped dwelling on the matter, thinking it was better to be a good, obedient boy since Aunt Macy could be pretty unforgiving. He put on a smile and said, “Aunt Macy, Mommy's waiting for you inside.”“Really? She said she’s excited to see me but won’t come out to meet me?” Macy asked with rightful indignation. Lucas prayed for his mommy, as he hadn't meant to betray her. “I’m sorry, Mommy,” he thought to himself. He knew all too well that Aunt Macy was frightening. He could afford to offend his mommy, but never Aunt Macy. Of course, only his actions bore witness to his statement, as he never dared to speak it out loud. “Mommy, she… She’s too full and can’t move.” Lucas made an excuse for his mommy. “Forget it, let’s go in,” Macy said as she walked in without turning back.Lucas trotted behind her. “It wasn't me. Don’t a

“Sigh, why did I make my life a mess?” Scarlett wondered. She laid on the couch for another half an hour, letting her food almost digest completely, before going back to her room. Macy had also just finished showering and changed into the Mickey Mouse pajamas Lucas bought her, looking extremely cute. She had perfectly proportioned features, an attractive face shape, thick, wavy hair that cascaded down her back in a naturally seductive manner, and long limbs that accentuated her height. It was hard to imagine that a stunning woman like Macy had been abandoned, and Scarlett had never believed it. It was hard to find anyone as naturally beautiful as her. Even women with plastic surgery didn’t look as good as she did. That guy clearly didn’t know how lucky he was. Scarlett took in Macy's desirable appearance. “Wait for me obediently in bed. I’ll be pouncing on you after I’m done showering.”Macy raised an eyebrow. “I think I’ll be the one doing the pouncing, Scarlett.”“

“A pervert? She could speak to a pervert on the phone for so long, not warn them using some harassment law she knew, and even childishly provoke them?” Macy mused silently. She was impressed that Scarlett had managed to keep the conversation going for so long. Usually, with strangers, she would hang up in one or two sentences. Macy wasn't that naive, and it was the first time she’d actually wanted to dig into someone else’s private matters. “Mmhm, and?”“And? And what?” Scarlett played dumb.“You spoke to a pervert for that long? You didn’t sound like you hated them either.” Macy voiced her doubts. It was Scarlett's turn to be doubtful. “You were never this nosy before. Who's been teaching you lately?”“Hey, how dare you call me nosy?” As Macy said that, a pillow went flying out of her hand. The pillow just so happened to go in the direction of Scarlett’s face. Her first instinct was to cover her face with her hands, but since the pillow flew faster, her hand ended up on the p