Chapter 172 Don't Target Me
Shae was shocked and asked, "Alexander, what did you just say?"
Alexander repeated, "Switch seats with Caspian. Didn't you hear me?"
Shae glanced at Caspian, clearly not wanting to move. "I'm sitting here. I wasn't interrupting your drinking and chatting."
"You talk too much," Alexander replied coldly.
Lillian felt bad for Shae but secretly enjoyed Alexander's obvious protection of her.
Caspian added, "Come on, Shae, do me a favor and switch places. It's awkward with you in the middle. Plus, you can chat with Evelyn."
Shae, frustrated by Alexander's clear dislike, reluctantly stood up, twisted her body, and switched places with Caspian. After sitting down, she kept a stern face, shot a nasty look at Lillian, and clenched her fists tightly.
Evelyn leaned over to Shae, "Don't get upset, but you shouldn't have sat there in the first place."
"Is it wrong to pursue someone I like?" Shae snapped.
"No, but maybe you're chasing after the wrong person," Evelyn said gently. "You should hold back a bit. Don't waste Alexander's courtesy at Amy's."
Shae nodded silently. "I understand."
"Alright, stop sulking and start eating," Evelyn added.
Angela found Tom annoying and sent him away. Theodore, ever the gentleman, took care of Angela.
Since the last couple of times he saw her, Theodore had a strong impression of her. Today, her perfume was a familiar scent to him.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Ms. Turner, have we met before?"
Angela looked at him. "Mr. Wellington, I don't think we've met anywhere other than the restaurant and the police station. I have no memory of it."
Theodore smiled, "Ms. Turner's perfume is very pleasant and unique. Maybe I smelled it somewhere before and got confused."
Angela lowered her head and sniffed her scent lightly. "This perfume was specially made for me by one of my patients. She's a perfumer."
"Oh, I see. It suits you well."
Theodore thought, 'Maybe I mistook her. Recognizing people by scent isn't very accurate.'
The dining table was still lively, and the noise drowned out the earlier unpleasantness. After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was a bit tipsy. Everyone else was calm except for Caspian, who was making a scene as usual, complaining about others when drunk!
"Evelyn, what's so special about you? Just because I like you, do you think you can do whatever you want without considering others?" Caspian was really drunk and irrational, making Evelyn his first target.
Evelyn knew his habit of complaining when drunk and wasn't angry. She just said, "Caspian, if you're done drinking, go upstairs to sleep. Don't act like a mad dog, biting everyone."
"Am I a mad dog?" Caspian slurred, pointing at himself. He staggered over to Evelyn, "If I'm a mad dog, why are you engaged to me? You're a mad bitch!"
Evelyn just glared at him, not saying a word. Wendy, watching from the side, felt embarrassed but decided to stay quiet.
Meanwhile, Lillian noticed Alexander drinking without eating and headed to the kitchen to see if there was any pasta left.
In the kitchen, the cook said, "There's no pasta left. I can make it now."
Lillian thought for a moment. "No need, I'll cook. Alexander loves the pasta I make. Do you have pasta and sauce?"
"Yes," the cook replied, bringing out the ingredients.
Lillian tied on an apron and went to the stove to boil water. She looked down at the apron and chuckled, thinking, 'Somehow, cooking for him makes me happy.'
As the water boiled and she was cooking the pasta, Shae suddenly came in and asked the cook, "Is there any food for Mr. Sinclair?"
The cook glanced at Lillian and said, "Mrs. Sinclair is cooking pasta for Mr. Sinclair."
Shae raised an eyebrow and walked over to Lillian. "Making pasta for Mr. Sinclair, huh?" Shae leaned against the counter with her arms crossed. "Alexander loves pasta. The first time Amy cooked pasta for him, she messed it up." She glanced at the sauce on the counter. "Yeah, Amy made him pasta. Even though it was terrible, Alexander ate it all."
Lillian smiled indifferently, "Ms. Anderson, are you trying to tell me not to overcook the pasta? Alexander loves the pasta I make, so of course, I'll cook it carefully, not like Amy."
Shae looked at her. "Lillian, in some ways, you really resemble Amy. I guess that's why Alexander likes you."
"A substitute?" Lillian laughed. "Alexander wouldn't stoop to that. The deceased should be kept in the heart. Finding a replacement is simply a counterfeit, never truly the same. What's the point?"
Her eyes showed a sharpness as she asked, "Shae, don't you think I'm right?"
Shae was taken aback, not expecting Lillian to have such a strong aura. She steadied herself and forced a smile. "You really know how to analyze."
"This isn't analysis, just my heartfelt thoughts," Lillian said, looking at the boiling pasta. She bluntly added, "I know you dislike me and want to divide Alexander and me. Don't target me. If his affections for me weren't strong, you might seduce him. Please deal with him."
"What do you mean? Shouldn't I be trying to push you out?" Shae was confused by her words.
Lillian added the sauce to the pasta, looked at her, and sneered. "If you push me out and he still doesn't like you, what's the point? Shouldn't you be making him like you? Are you confident in that?"
