Chapter 47 Flowers and Cow Dung
Myron Curtis, who had lived for so many years, felt a deep sense of frustration in his heart for the first time!
As a result, the pressure surrounding him became heavier and almost suffocating.
Luann said in a gentle voice, "You can be mad at me, but don't joke about your own health."
"It's already so late, and you haven't even had lunch. Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache from hunger?"
As she spoke, Luann picked up the bowl of noodles and handed it to him again.
Myron Curtis felt a tangled mess in his mind and stood up, ready to leave.
"I said I don't want to eat it..."
But he didn't expect to stand up too abruptly and accidentally bump into her.
There was a loud thud.
The carefully prepared noodles fell to the ground, the bowl shattered into pieces, and the noodles scattered all over.
Myron Curtis was momentarily stunned. It wasn't intentional.
Luann sighed helplessly and bent down to pick up the mess.
"What's wrong with your hand?"
Only then did Myron Curtis notice the Band-Aid on her hand.
Luann pursed her red lips and sighed.
At that moment, the half-closed study door was pulled open by the grandmother, who stormed in and started scolding. "Myron Curtis, you're really pushing it! Luann kindly cooked for you, and yet you have the audacity to act so ungrateful!"
"If he doesn't want to eat, then he doesn't have to. What's the point of throwing the dishes?" Luann quickly explained, "Grandma, it was my mistake. I accidentally dropped the bowl, that's why..."
"Stop defending him! As his grandmother, I know what kind of person he is!" The grandmother pulled Luann up, shielding her behind and displaying an intimidating stance to anyone who dared to bully Luann.
"Let's go, Luann. Let's ignore him! He can cool down here on his own!"
With that, the grandmother dragged Luann away.
As they went downstairs, Luann supported the unsteady grandmother to prevent her from falling.
"Grandma, things are not as you imagine."
The grandmother patted her hand and sat down on the sofa.
"Enough, no need to explain. I know my grandson better than anyone."
"I saw those things online."
Luann's surprise was evident, "You... you go online?"
It was already impressive for someone of her age to use a smartphone.
"Of course! I surf the internet regularly!"
The grandmother proudly raised her chin when mentioning this, wearing a wrinkled face with a kind and familiar smile.
Luann couldn't help but be amused, "You are truly amazing."
"It's you who's amazing. I never expected my problematic grandson to marry such a precious girl!" The grandmother felt both gratified and regretful, feeling as though a beautiful flower had been planted in cow dung.
Even the most troublesome little devil in the family is better than Myron Curtis!
Luann blushed slightly and gently waved her hand, "Grandma..."
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Regarding all the nonsense online, I also saw it. Don't worry, no matter what happens, Grandma will support you, and the Curtis family will support you. Remember that?" The grandmother's tone suddenly became serious.
In fact, she had long noticed the video of Juliet and Luann and had even brought it up with Myron Curtis before. But he told her not to worry, as Luann knew what she was doing. That's why she didn't intervene.
Now that it has been confirmed that Luann wasn't faking it, she couldn't help but feel sorry for what Luann had been through.
"I remember."
The butler, John, walked in from outside and reported, "Madam, the young master has arrived."
The grandmother nodded and got up, heading upstairs. "Alright, Luann, you talk to him. I'm going to take a nap."
"Okay."
Soon, Alvin rushed in excitedly, with freshly dyed chestnut hair neatly combed back with hair gel.
He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a huge skull imprint, and he eagerly grabbed her hand.
"Oh my god, oh my god! I actually held hands with a pianist!" Luann blinked awkwardly, trying to pull her hand back but couldn't.
"I regret it; I really regret it! I regret it so much!" Alvin exclaimed anxiously, hopping on one foot. "I didn't go to the live performance! I didn't see it! Now I can only watch the replay!"
"Alright, let go of my hand first," Luann tugged at her hand, which had turned red.
Alvin ignored her, saying, "No, no, I have to take a photo and show off! Look, you've gained tens of thousands more followers, share some with me! And while you're at it, give me an autograph too, will ya?"
A figure appeared behind him and forcefully pulled Alvin away.
Alvin stumbled a few steps backward, barely managing to grab onto the sofa.
"Are you out of your mind, man?" the figure, Myron Curtis, asked in a sinister tone. His eyes were sharp, his chin slightly lowered, and his fine bangs covered half of his forehead.
Alvin shivered, smiling awkwardly. "Sorry, got a bit too excited, hehe."
Luann glanced at Myron Curtis but remained silent, sitting quietly.
Myron Curtis coldly said to Alvin, "Got something to do or not? If not, get lost."
Alvin touched his nose, puzzled, and asked, "Bro, did you eat gunpowder today?" Why is he speaking so harshly?
Myron Curtis gave him a cold look that made Alvin uneasy, unsure of where to put his hands.
"Fine... I'm leaving..." Alvin gestured a sign for contacting through a phone to Luann before he walked away.
After he left, only Luann and Myron Curtis remained in the living room. Luann stood up first but was held back by Myron Curtis.
"I'm hungry," Myron Curtis muttered..
Luann nodded, "What does it have to do with me if you're hungry? Weren't you fasting?"
"I didn't get to eat that bowl of noodles," Myron Curtis complained.
"If you didn't get it, ask the chef to cook for you. We have servants in the house," Luann said, shaking off his hand and walking upstairs without looking back.
Back in her room, Luann sat at the table and absentmindedly pulled out an unfinished design drawing. But after half an hour, her wrist holding the pen had stiffened, and there wasn't a single additional stroke on the design paper.
She slammed the pen onto the table, quickly went downstairs, and rushed into the kitchen.
"Where's Myron Curtis?" she asked.
The chef shook his head.
"Did he eat?" Luann asked again.
"No one informed us to prepare food," the chef replied.
Luann sighed and made another bowl of noodles for him. Perhaps fueled by a revengeful mindset, she accidentally added an extra spoonful of salt while seasoning.
She carried the bowl over to Myron Curtis.
With a thud, she put it down.
Their roles seemed to have done a 360-degree turn.
Luann said only one word, "Eat."
Myron Curtis didn't say a word.
Picking up the chopsticks, he took a big bite. However, his chewing paused.
"Is it tasty?"
Luann bent down, looking at him with a smile in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, hiding a hint of cunning.
Myron Curtis swallowed, without slowing down his eating speed.
"Mm, delicious."
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