Chapter 109 How does Xavier feel angry?
Edith handed the fork to Omari, but he didn't take it.
"Aren't you eating?" Edith asked, "Then I'll eat this."
With that, Edith picked up the piece of cake that Omari had taken a bite of.
"Edith!" Omari wanted to stop her, but Edith had already eaten it.
Omari's lips moved, as if to teach Edith a lesson for what she had done.
However, Omari knew that Edith was very sensitive inside. She cared a lot about not being the biological daughter of the Turner family, always wondering if she did something wrong, if she was at fault.
Now, in front of Grace, if Omari said something to correct her, Edith would be upset. Considering Edith's fragility, Omari found it difficult to say anything.
Edith had always been attached to him, trailing behind like a shadow. Despite knowing she wasn't his younger sister, Omari treated Edith no differently from Angela. In his eyes, they both held equal importance.
However, as they aged, the dynamics between Edith and Omari grew more complex, much like today.
Omari's busy schedule kept him away from the Turner family, yet whenever he encountered Edith, her enthusiasm knew no bounds.
"I find the breakfast here tastier than the one delivered to the room from the restaurant," Edith said while eating.
"Not really," Omari didn't see much of a difference.
How could Grace not see through Edith's intentions? She lowered her head and smiled gently.
Edith looked at Grace, who was smiling. "Why are you laughing?"
Grace's gaze seemed to see through her thoughts, making her feel like a fool. She liked Omari, but she didn't dare to say it.
Omari just saw her as family, and she was afraid that if she confessed, she might even lose that family status. Moreover, the Turner family would not approve of Edith and Omari being together. She wouldn't be able to survive if they were to drive her away and send her back to her birth parents' remote and impoverished village.
"Nothing," Grace said.
"Do you think I'm stupid? What's with that look in your eyes? Are you cursing me in your mind!" Edith interrogated.
"If I really wanted to curse you, I wouldn't do it in my mind, I would say it directly." Grace responded calmly.
"You! What do you mean by that?" Edith felt Grace was being deliberate, definitely trying to help Angela. It was really annoying!
"It means nothing, just that I think the relationship between you siblings is really good, good enough to share a breakfast," Grace uttered, "Or is it because you're lazy and can't get it yourself? Why can't you go get your own?"
Edith, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up. "Who do you think you are? It's none of your business."
"I'm not minding your business, I'm just seeing for the first time a young lady from a big family eating breakfast without caring if it's already been eaten by someone else."
Such behavior was inappropriate even among family members.
"He's my brother, why can't I eat what he's eaten!"
"You know he's your brother, not your husband."
"Grace!" Edith was angry. "What are you saying? What's the difference between a brother and a husband? In my heart, Omari is..."
"Is what?" Grace looked at her amusingly.
Edith dared not say more, she still couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Alright." Omari pulled Edith. "Sorry, Grace, for making you witness this."
Omari turned to Edith again. "Grace is right. If you want to eat, go get it yourself. There are plates over there, you can take whatever cake you want."
Although the words were serious, Omari said them with a smile, and others couldn't tell why he was so happy.
Edith coquettishly said, "How can you help her like this?"
"Grace is not an outsider," Omari said.
Grace and Edith both looked puzzled, then Omari explained, "Grace is Angela's best friend, so she's not considered an outsider."
Grace fell silent, and Omari's words were quite surprising.
"Omari, enjoy your meal. I see an acquaintance, I'll go say hello." After that, Grace picked up the cup of milk and went to sit opposite Xavier, pulling out a chair. "Good morning, Mr. Montgomery."
Grace's clear and pleasant voice rang out, causing Xavier to shudder, his back straightening.
In front of Xavier was a cup of coffee and a bowl of oatmeal.
"Having coffee in the morning, is your stomach okay?" Grace asked.
"Aren't you having breakfast with your good friend?" Xavier spoke, his tone unreadable, his expression cold and distant, as if he didn't want anyone to get close.
Grace didn't understand Xavier's words. "Good friend? Are you talking about Omari? He's not really my friend, he is..."
In fact, Grace and Omari weren't very close, they hardly saw each other once a year.
Before Grace could finish her sentence, Xavier coldly interrupted, "You don't need to tell me what your relationship is. I don't care."
Indeed, Xavier wouldn't care about such trivial matters.
"Xavier, I haven't had a chance to thank you in person for arranging the room for me, thank you."
If it weren't for Xavier arranging a separate room for Grace, she would have spent the night in the car.
"No need to thank me, I would make it even if it were someone else," Xavier said.
Grace felt that Xavier wasn't very happy, his words were sharp. Although she had upset Xavier that night, she had apologized later. Xavier shouldn't be so petty.
"Are you not very happy?" Grace asked directly.
Xavier frowned. "No."
Grace fell silent, Xavier's obvious unhappiness contrasted with his words of denial.
"Do you want something else to eat? Shall I get it for you?" Grace looked at Xavier, who had eaten so little. She felt that a man like him must be hungry.
Xavier paused his spoon in the oatmeal. "If Omari Turner wanted something to eat, would you go get it for him too?"
Grace was taken aback. "What does that have to do with Omari? Besides, it's not my turn to get food for him."
If Omari wanted something, Edith would be the first one to rush out.
Xavier said coldly, "If it were your turn, would you go?"
Grace was helpless, even if she were asked to get it, she wouldn't go. Omari can help himself.
Xavier had lost his appetite, remaining the oatmeal in his bowl. He just finished his coffee in one gulp, the bitterness lingering on his taste buds, making him feel like today's coffee was particularly bitter.
Xavier was ready to leave.
"Xavier." Grace quickly drunk her glass of milk and followed him.
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