Chapter 48: Chapter 48

The next day.

Ray and Alexa went downstairs to eat.

They were in a strange awkward atmosphere that made the housemaid confused. Their previous morning habit was that she would wake up early to help the housemaid cook, but this time she woke up very late.

The housemaid didn't mind the delay, only that they were confused as to why her eyes were a bit swollen.

"Miss, do your eyes hurt?" Maggy, the old maid who used to be a chef, tried to ask.

“Ah, this …” Alexa stopped, looked at Ray who also looked at her when he heard her voice, then awkwardly missed the contact. "I think there's a bit of a problem."

"I'll get some medicine."

Maggy was about to leave, but Ray stopped her. "No need. I knew her eyes would be like that, so I brought eye drops with me."

Maggy, "..."

'I knew her eyes would be like that,' she repeated to herself.

What does it mean for their master to damage the eyes of his own guests?

Another maid who was clearing the table remembered that the two were in the garden yesterday; intimate touch with each other. After the two people entered the room, the maid immediately had guesses in their heads.

Maybe their handsome boss has moved on?

All the housemaid were in the same mind and looked at each other. Then giggled silently.

That's good too. Everyone knows that Ray has been devastated since the news of his previous breakup with Hailey. This villa was used to being empty for a while, Ray usually only came for one to two days, but since he brought Alexa here, he had barely left the villa for almost a month.

Certainly the relationship between the two is not shallow.

Maggy looked at the eye drops on the table and muttered. "Mr. Sanders, that one has expired."

Ray was surprised.

"Let me check," said Alexa, she had just reached out her hand, but Ray did the same thing so their hands accidentally touched.

As if electrified, the two people reflexively withdrew their hands. As a result, the eye drops fell to the floor. Fillo innocently took it.

"Little Master, may I see the medicine?" Maggy's persuasion was friendly and gentle.

She naturally ignored Ray and Alexa's facial color which had undergone a significant change. From languid pale since waking up, to pink and cute.

The maid wasn't wrong if there was something between these two adults.

"I was right, it's expired," she said, somewhat grumbling. "Mr. Sanders, wearing this will only hurt someone's eyes more."

Maggy is quite old, almost the same age as Ray's mother. When he decided to stay here for a long time, she was pulled from the main residence. She is like a mother and is highly respected by him. Likewise the other housemaid's attitude towards her.

She almost often scolds him for his bad habits or when he makes a mistake.

No one dared to reprimand him like that except her.

Therefore he felt guilty. "I don't know if it's expired. I'll buy a new one, I happen to be leaving."

"No need." Alexa said.

Ray rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "But your eyes are so red, I think it's irritation."

"It's really okay." She insisted. "Sit down, why don't we eat first?"

"Yeah."

At the word eat, Fillo jumped close to Ray, clinging to his thigh. "Daddy, can I sit here?"

"Sure," Ray pulled out a chair, "but no picky eaters this time, okay?"

"Mn."

Fillo sat in the chair that Ray had pulled out, turned the plate in front of him and began to choose side dishes. His short hands reached for the spoon to grab the fish soup. He wasn't very clever and spilled the contents in the spoon.

His face was full of panic. His little hands tried to pick up the spilled fish, but the soup served was usually still hot. For fear of burning his hands, he was immediately prevented.

Two adult hands simultaneously held his little wrist.

The owners of both hands did not immediately let go. Even though their hands didn't touch this time, their eyes locked on each other. Ray didn't know why, but he felt a slight vibration that couldn't be explained. His eyes didn't blink at all, silently repeating the words; 'she is pretty' several times.

Ray knew Alexa was beautiful, and to him all women were beautiful, whether children, adults or old. Everyone knew how much he valued women in this world.

But, from the general beauty presentation, for him, Alexa was above all.

She's the most beautiful.

Her puffy, red and swollen eyes have their own charm. If it is said that women are very beautiful when they cry, yes, that's true, Ray admitted it. Because she was very beautiful, so instead of calming her from crying, he wanted to enjoy her face full of tears.

He wanted to see her crying beneath him.

The thought made his brow furrow! Damnit! Why is he so perverted? What's with this dirty mind? Come on.

Maggy deliberately cleared her throat and complained, “Little Master, hot soup cannot be handled with bare hands, or you might get burned, understand?”

"I'm so sorry, Maggy." Fillo regreted it.

The two hands on his arms immediately let go. The situation was truly as awkward as strangers bumping into each other.

"Let me get it."

"I can help you."

The words came out of both of their mouths at the same time.

"Ah, yes, let your mom do it—"

"Okay, let Uncle Ray do it—"

Again, both of them said at the same time, and stopped at the same time, then looked at each other and were in a daze, as if they were performing a great drama.

"What a mess," Ray muttered, scratching his head.

"Let me help, okay?" Alexa pretended not to hear his words and took over the soup spoon.

Fillo innocently looked at the two adults and said, "Why don't you two do it together?"

Alexa's movements stopped. Ray almost forgot to take a breath. They both looked at Fillo, then exchanged glances again, then looked away from each other again.

The old maid who was tired of seeing the two's slug relationship just shook her head. Went to the kitchen.

Fillo lowered his head. "Can you?"

"What do you mean, sweetheart? Two people can't hold one spoon, right?" Alexa tried to answer normally.

"Mom, that's not what I meant." Fillo touched his hand like cotton and looked down.

"So?"

At first Fillo was hesitant. Habits at home, the two of them were not used to talking for a long time and were used to being awkward and stiff. Fillo's change only happened when he got to know Ray.

However, sometimes he still worries that he will be scolded.

"You will get the soup for me and," Fillo paused to look at Alexa's expression, lacking any anger, he continued, "Daddy will get the carrots for me."

There was no answer for a while, more like the two adults suddenly turned to stone.

"May I?"

"Ah, of course you can," Alexa regained her senses with her voice returning, taking a spoonful for her son and she signaled Ray with her eyes.

This time the previous awkwardness disappeared and Ray worked together to scoop vegetables for Fillo. He took carrots, broccoli, cherry tomatoes and lettuce. Didn't skip the mayonnaise to get rid of the foreign taste in the little boy's mouth.

"You want mushroom sauce?" Alexa asked.

Fillo shook his head. She felt relieved that the task that made her nervous was over, before she heard the child's voice again, "Mom, get it for Daddy too."

At this moment, her heart turned cold.

On the one hand she served Ray for revenge, when she got closer to the goal, there was a sense of reluctance. Having to act with someone you hate really drains your sanity. She was already exhausted from acting and crying all night to attract his sympathy and she still had to do this in the morning.

Sometimes she felt like she was dreaming.

... to be continued ...