Chapter 17: Chapter 17

There was too much nonsense in her life, in the end none of her plans could work.

The initially passionate intention of revenge, burning like a campfire consuming dry wood, all disappeared in an instant when she saw the figure of that bastard Rex directly. She had already worked out many scenarios in her head, but once her target was in sight, all she wanted to do was chew this person in her mouth.

Alexa didn't know what Ray's hidden intention was in coming to her house so early in the morning, but she knew everything the man said was a lie. She doesn't know how long this man will continue to lie in front of her. She was sure he had remembered his mistake and was trying to make her melt so she wouldn't sue him in court.

Yeah, it must be like that, right?

Good, Mr. Sanders. Please continue your stupidity!

Who would melt over a bastard like you, huh?

After offering him a seat with an insincere heart, she gave him a cup of warm water and stomach ache medicine.

Ray cleared his throat slightly. He felt his self-esteem was somewhat insulted because he had to borrow someone else's washroom because his stomach was uncomfortable. Really ruined his image.

"Sorry to bother you." Then his eyes couldn't be taken away from the small cup with a picture of a giraffe and an elephant eating grass, with a colorful natural panorama. "This is a cup for kids? Do you usually entertain guests with this cup?"

She replied indifferently, "No, just you."

"Why?"

"There are very few plates and glasses in my house, and they haven't been washed. There's only one left ... and it's Fillo's. Just watch until he finds out someone else is using his favorite cup."

"What will he do?" He cradled the cup and smiled slightly.

With a serious face, she answered, "He will be angry."

"Angry? Such a small kid? It must be cute."

She looked at him as if to convince him that her nonsense was true.

Then he remembered how fierce and sensitive her personality was, and also remembered the information given by his men who were monitoring Fillo and said that the little boy was a loner, also had no friends to play on the playground.

"How does Fillo usually play?" he asked curiously. "Does he usually have friends come to this house?"

"Why do you want to know?" She asked back.

"I'm just ..." Ray racked his brains to answer, "... curious. He's still so small and kids his age are sure to be good at socializing."

It was clear that he was extracting a lot of information. In her eyes, this man was truly a poisonous snake, who would tell him about her child? She didn't want to.

"So, do you want to drink or not? Otherwise ..."

Just as she wanted to snatch Fillo's cup, Ray raised his hand high. "Wait, if you take this cup now, what should I drink with?"

"Soup bowl."

Soup. Bowl.

Damn!

What kind of life did the two of them lead to have to serve guests water with soup bowls? Ray couldn't take it anymore and he was curious. He took the stomach medicine that Alexa gave him and drank it quickly.

His every move, Alexa unblinkingly watched him; saw Ray's thick Adam's apple rise and fall when he swallowed water, somehow she immediately folded her lips inwards.

"Are you sick?" She asked.

Well, not that she cared or anything. However, she thought maybe Ray was pretending to be weak because he had evil intentions. So the pattern is like this; Ray remembered that he had raped her five years ago, then he looked for a way to apologize with the excuse of jogging around her house, so as not to be thrown out he would pretend to be weak and sick, in the end saying that he only had two months left to live.

What an impressive scenario. Ray might be worthy of being a playwright.

Whatever it is, she will not be fooled again.

"No biggie, just ate something wrong yesterday," he answered.

"Oh."

Ray got up to put Fillo's small cup in the sink, washing it if necessary, so his little peanut wouldn't get angry. He actually wanted to see the little boy get angry, wanted to know how his innocent face turned red when he exploded. It will definitely be so funny.

Ah, he really wanted to take as many photos of that kid as possible.

When he arrived in the kitchen, his thoughts about Fillo's cute face were shattered when he saw dirty dishes scattered everywhere. Food waste that may have been left over from yesterday gives off a slightly unpleasant odor, the kitchen floor is also dusty and slippery.

What the fuck is this?

"Just put the cup on the table," she shouted from the front.

Ray hurried back and looked at her in disbelief, but was confused about where to start.

Alexa, "What's wrong?"

Ray, "How can your kitchen be so dirty? You have small kid!"

Suddenly scolded by her rapist, she was stunned. "Oh, I haven't had time because I'm busy."

The single mother is currently combing her hair in front of a small mirror hanging on the wall. Is this 'busy' that she means?

He asked impatiently, "You don't have a servant?"

"No."

"Sorry, but how could you possibly live in a place like this?"

Somehow she became angry. "What do you mean by that? You can't apply your rich lifestyle to my ugly house, I'm just a poor woman."

"How can the big boss of a wedding organizer business be called poor?"

"When there is no work, there is no income."

"You also have a babysitter, paying her for a month also requires a lot of money." Ray insisted, his tone neither pushy nor demanding.

But this time she was completely silent.

"By the way where is the babysitter?" He asked. "She can wash the dishes."

"I'm on holiday, so she won't come."

He sized up her appearance a bit this time; this woman was wearing oversized clothes, her hair was not neatly tied, and she was not wearing make up. Normally, women would enjoy showing their beauty faces to other people, but he only saw her dressed up on important occasions. Her face without make up looks naturally white and smooth.

For him, all women are the same in his eyes. They are such noble creatures and deserve to be respected. So, no matter how they look, he doesn't care.

But she was the single most indifferent woman he had ever met.

The informant also said that she was very strict in her life, so she strictly adhered to a frugal lifestyle. Seeing how the house looks like; it's very simple. The house only had one floor, there were two rooms in use, the family room was mixed with the kitchen and dining room, their living room was very narrow. He really objected to the fact that there were little boy growing up living in a place like this.

"You seem busy?" Ray asked.

While asking this question, he saw that she was wearing sneakers on both feet.

"It's time for Fillo to go home," she answered without looking at him.

"Oh," Ray stood up and took out the keys. "Let me take you."

Her movements stopped and she looked at Ray as if he was an alien.

"Look at yourself, Mr. Sanders. Your face is pale as paper. Do you expect me to carry you on the road when you faint?"

Ray was speechless as if the one scolding him was his mother.

Alexa returned to tying her shoes. "Stay for a while, I'll buy you porridge on the way when I get home."

"You're going to buy porridge on the street?"

Buy ... porridge ... on the street ....

Really! What happened on her quiet day today? Why did she have to be faced with a philandering man who had raped her and she could offer him a seat in her house? Not even half an hour later, she couldn't stand this man's hygienic attitude.

She pulled the faded pink jacket that was on the hanger roughly. "The porridge shop near here has been around for almost 30 years. If they sold poison, they would have gone bankrupt a long time ago."

Ray didn't expect that everything he said would always make her angry. "That's not what I meant, I just can't eat something unhygienic."

These words offended her, as if accusing her of giving him dirty food. "Whatever if you don't want it. You can go out yourself to find food. I don't care."

Angrily, she walked out of the house with his shoes hitting the floor hard. On the other hand, Ray felt that she had misunderstood him again and tsked. Because he wouldn't let any woman leave in a fit of anger, so he quickly followed her.

... to be continued ...