Chapter 92 I Can Tell
"Oh, it's you! I thought it was Lola who came in." she said. Lillian turned around, a bit startled.
Alexander, sitting in a chair, teased, "Nice hairpin."
Lillian caught his sarcasm, glared at him and removed the hairpin, and put it away.
"Why are you here? Weren't you with Harry?" Lillian asked, putting a small gift box in her bag.
"I just want to see your room, to see the environment you live in." Alexander said, examining a small ornament.
Lillian, surprised, retorted, "Are you interested in my upbringing? That's unexpected."
Alexander put the ornament back, strolled around the small room, and casually remarked, "You've had a tough life, being bullied by them. Right?"
Lillian felt puzzled, asked, "How did you know?"
"I can tell." Alexander sneered.
Lillian, accustomed to it, replied, "I'm used to it. Thanks for your concern."
"I'm just checking." Alexander said, crossing his legs.
"Well, I didn't expect you to care." Lillian replied. But she cursed in her mind, 'Why does his words so harsh?
Having sorted out the things she wanted to take with her, Lillian called Oscar to move them to the doorway.
Seeing Alexander on his phone, she suggested, "Do yo want to play something else?"
"Sure, What do you want to play?" Alexander asked, interested.
"How about poker? Loser gets a sticker on their face." Lillian wasn't much of a player either, but back when she was at home, she would play these games with Oscar to pass the time. She also didn't want to ignore Alexander, especially since it was his first time visiting her home.
"Let's do it." Alexander agreed.
Oscar joined. They started playing.
Alexander, not used to such games, asked, "Do you play often?"
"We used to, with Leo. Lillian and I teamed up. Later, he bought us some snacks." Oscar said, shuffling the cards.
Lillian kicked him lightly, and Oscar quickly added, "That was all back in school."
Alexander said expressionlessly, "Let's begin."
Lillian, not skilled at the game, kept losing. Her face was covered with stickers, as was Oscar's, but Alexander remained unscathed.
"Alexander, you're quite good at this." Oscar said, trying to stick a sticker on Lillian's face, “You also didn't indulge your wife.”
"She's just not as talented." Alexander remarked.
"Does that mean I'm dumb?" Lillian retorted, avoiding the sticker.
Oscar persisted. One dodged, the other attacked, a playful scuffle ensued.
"Alexander, help me catch Lillian. Don’t let her get away!" Oscar called for support.
Alexander watched them with a smile from his chair. This warm scene was unfamiliar to him. He felt a twinge of envy.
Lillian ran behind Alexander, her hands resting on his shoulders. She said to Oscar, "Stop sticking stickers on me. My face is already full of them. Stick them on him instead."
"Alexander hasn't lost, so I can't stick them on him. Don't hide. Let me stick one on you." Oscar insisted.
Lillian laughed and tried to run. It had been a long time since she had played so happily with Oscar.
"Don't tire yourself out. You can't handle it." Lillian reminded.
Oscar chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I can afford to be tired in Alexander's house. It's big enough to make a fuss. But in this small room, I'm fine. How can I get tired?"
He waved at her, "Lillian, come over. You're so squeezed that soon you'll be lying on Alexander."
Lillian stood between Alexander's chair and the wall.At that moment, she realized that her hands resting on his shoulders were incredibly intimate.
Feeling a bit awkward, she took her hands off and said, "I'm done playing. I always lose."
"Alright then," Oscar said, packing up the cards. "I'll leave you to your intimate interaction. I'll call you later."
Lillian removed the stickers from her face and said, "Please go." Then, feeling her words might be misunderstood, she added, "Don’t get me wrong. I don't mean anything by it. I just don't want him to talk nonsense."
Alexander, engrossed in his phone, paid her no mind.
In the kitchen, Lola was cooking with Lisa and complained, "Mom, why don't you ask Lillian to help?"
"Are you silly? Can I just order Lillian around now?" Lisa turned to her daughter and asked, "What's the meaning of dressing up so conspicuously today?"
"No special meaning, just wanted to get Alexander's attention," Lola muttered. "He even laughed at me."
"If you want Alexander to introduce you to a boyfriend, you should also behave yourself. It's their first time back. Don't make everyone feel embarrassed." Lisa advised.
"Mom, do you think Lillian is too lucky? She married Alexander. It's like God is favoring her." Lola grumbled.
Lisa sensed the implication and warned her, "I'm telling you, you better not mess around, at least not now. I still want Alexander to help your brother open a shop. Be good for now."
"Can Alexander agree?" Lola asked.
"Don't forget about Lillian." Lisa said, glancing at the door. "Once your brother is settled, we'll arrange things for you. By the time you graduate from college, you can start working at the Sinclair Group. With Alexander's help, you can choose any position. When everything is stable, you can consider personal matters."
"It would be great if I could work at the Sinclair Group." Lola said excitedly. "Mom, you have to help me with this."
"Don't worry. I've got it," Lisa said confidently.
Lisa prepared a sumptuous lunch and called everyone to the table.
Lillian and Alexander had been in the room, each on their phones, not disturbing each other.
"Time to eat." she got up and walked to the door, saying to him, "We will leave after the meal. Just a little longer."
