Chapter 26 Lunch

Ava's POV
Unfortunately, I do, but Adele doesn't know that, and she's still talking.
"I used to like it best when we had guests. When we had guests, everyone was busy and no one would notice me."
"Don't you like being noticed?"
I found this passage made up of bushes going out to a very familiar place that felt familiar, but I hadn't been here before.
"Not like that." Adele said. "The look in their eyes always makes me feel uncomfortable."
"So that's it." I thought for a moment. "What about your brother, did he ask you to deal with these people?"
"He didn't." Adele pushed open a door in front of her. The door was covered with moss and some vines I couldn't name that looked so green they looked like they were dripping water.
"He wouldn't even care about that." Adele said, looking casual. "He'll just turn around and beat people up when he hears them bad-mouthing me."
So also because of his behavior, people simply will not really respect or report to understand, but make more people feel that Alpha's sister is really useless and love to snitch.
Such a protective behavior also does seem like a stupid thing he could do.
"But it's a lot better now." Adele smiled back at me. "Since I last went to him on your word, I've noticed he's not like he was before."
"Wouldn't that be nice?" I replied. "Getting it off your chest helps more than anything, doesn't it?"
"Yes." Adele said as she stopped in her tracks. "Here it is."
She pushed the door open again and what met my eyes was first a green color, from the window across the street, then the smell of damp dust and paper pages.
I turned my head towards the left to look at the corner where I had been for two whole months, with the table and bench neatly arranged and a book on the table that I hadn't finished reading earlier.
"Adele," I asked her. "Is this the place you said you were going to bring me?"
"Yeah." She happily put down our food and rolled up her sleeves to wipe the table.
"Do you like it?"
"I ......." I didn't know what to say. "I kind of like it."
"No one will come to this library building." She told me. "It's a very old attic that existed before and held books inside. We wanted to tear him down when we decided to settle here, but my brother didn't approve."
"He doesn't approve?" I was a little surprised.
He doesn't look like someone who would enjoy being in this place either, right?
"Yes." Adele nodded. "He didn't say it, but I know he always loved this place, he just rarely came."
I guess there was no time to come.
"Did you see him today?" Adele asked me. "He said early in the morning that he was going to prepare pear soup for you."
"I ......" I didn't, I didn't press him to come in the door.
"I didn't see it." I said. "Maybe he's busier today."
"He does seem to be busy today." Adele scratched her hair. "I saw the light in the study on all night yesterday, and Sam said he didn't even rest until noon before he came out of the study."
"Ah, yes." Adele suddenly stood up. "He doesn't seem to have eaten lunch either, and when he came to see me, I saw that he had brought something with him too."
"I put those in our food." She looked at me dully and said. "I thought that was brought for me, maybe that was his meal last night and today."
So there's nothing he can eat now?
"What about it?" Adele tugged them around by clutching the corners of her own coat. "He'll find nothing in his lunch box when he gets back."
My mouth is still stuffed with a large mouthful of meat, at this time also forgot to continue to chew, so that the dull look at her.
"What to do." She said in a series of words. "I'll just leave him a bowl of soup."
"Soup?"
I finally managed to swallow the meat in my own mouth with difficulty and asked her in shock. "What soup?"
"It's just a bowl of sweet soup." Adele said. "Like a bowl of water with some in it."
She frowned as she said it, seemingly stumped. "There are some, radishes? I don't know what those are."
"Not a radish."
I helplessly put down my own fork and plate and looked at her. "Is there any food left in your kitchen after hours?"
"Maybe there is." Adele answered hesitantly. "Maybe not, the last time I went to the kitchen after lunch all I found was some lettuce and sauce."
This is because many people have a quick cop-out bite for lunch.
"And." She added. "Today's cook is Big Mama Goudry, and she would have gone to tea by this time."
"Drinking tea?" I didn't get it.
But Adele wasn't about to continue telling me. "Anyway, he probably won't be able to eat anything, except the bowl of soup."
I started to feel weak when she talked about the bowl of soup.
That soup will definitely not be radish, that could be pear.
So Aaron had been busy all night and all morning, and had come to me earlier most likely to have lunch with me, but I had shut him out.
Then he went back to his sister.
"He probably wants to have dinner with me." Adele whispered in desperation. "I did tell him earlier that he hadn't had a meal with me in a long time."
And his sister disappeared after taking all the food he had prepared by herself, leaving him a bowl of soup that he would never drink.
Oh my God.
I said why is this lunch so generous, at least it's for four people.
"You." I cleared my throat and said to Adele. "You go get him."
Adele stared at me blankly, as if she didn't understand.
"Go ahead." I said with a sigh, holding my own forehead. "Just tell him we invited him and had lunch together."
Before I could continue to convince her, Adele was already darting for the door. "I'm on my way!"
Her voice came from a distance. "You wait here for a while, it won't take long."
It didn't take long indeed, I just stood up and walked around twice before I heard the library door open, revealing Aaron's shocked face.
He probably didn't expect me to get so close to the door, nervously touched his nose, and then slowly walked over. It's hard to describe that step of his.
It was the most hesitant, nervous pace I've ever seen, hating to take one step back two steps. As if there was even the slightest variation now, he would immediately turn around and flee without looking back.
And his nervousness was equally infectious to me.
I suddenly felt that the library was indeed empty and quiet, so quiet that I could hardly hear anything else, and the sun was suddenly burning.
I was even a little worried that I might have been too eager to go out earlier, resulting in looking terrible and sloppy now.
But Fog told me no.
"You're fine now." She said. "Couldn't be better."
I realized she wasn't actually mad!
"I'll listen to Adele." Aaron had made his way to the table, and instead of sitting down immediately, he kept his head down and stammered. "You, you guys invited me to join you for lunch."
I heard him stutter and tried to stutter myself. "Ah, yes, that's right." I said as I hated myself. "Don't be polite."
"Why are you so serious." Adele followed him and reached out to tug at him when she heard our strange exchange. "Bertha's just worried that you don't have anything to eat, so we're just having a meal together."
This sentence means nothing, but I don't know what happened, just a moment after she finished, I suddenly felt like my whole body was bound, my heart was tingling like it was electrified, and my cheeks were rolling.
I stopped talking and sat myself down first, while he did not make a sound and came over and pulled up the chair for me first.
I noticed that his ears were red.
Adele has raised her fork.
However his brother walked to his own that chair for a long time paused without any movement.
I looked up in amazement and saw his cheeks flushed as he handed over what he had been holding in his hand.
"Pear soup." He said. "You said before it tasted pretty good."
The soup swirled slightly in the white ceramic bowl in his hand, creating a small ripple.
My heart was beating almost like it was going to leap straight out of my chest.
His eyes fell on the soup and never moved.
I slowly stood up and took it from him, and as I was about to sit down he added. "But it's already a little cold, and it just spilled some when it came up."
"Yeah?" Adele, who was already munching on her spaghetti and dinner bag at the side, answered. "But when I just went to look for you, I clearly saw you sitting in the room with a spoon."
"I didn't drink it." Aaron's face was buried in his plate.
And Adele is still saying. "Then why are you gawking with the spoon."
I had no idea what to do, scratching around with my fork on the meat, but when I looked up I saw Aaron stuffing his mouth with noodles with his fork while holding his sister's little head down with his other hand. His eyelashes were trembling wildly in the sunlight and his neck was red like an allergic skin disease.
I don't dare to look anymore.
Reader's POV
Adele didn't feel that there was anything special about today's lunch, and she was even a little disappointed that she couldn't be alone with Bertha.
But you can't let your brother starve, she felt like a really good sister.
But they both behaved so strangely, both kept their heads down and didn't say anything or said something strange that Adele felt she couldn't understand at all.
It's just a lunch, although this is their first time eating together, but it's really just a lunch, why make it seem like a date or a dinner.
It wasn't until she swallowed her noodles in one big gulp, questioning the possibility that the bowl of soup might have been partially consumed, that her brother reached out and held the back of her head down.
His hands were trembling, his palms hot and damp, all covered with sweat.
Adele knows what that means.
He has expressed it in action. Shut up and eat your own noodles.
So she obediently lowered her head and snickered as she hid her face between the food.