Chapter 83
One of the Ramirez family rules was that everyone had to be seated for breakfast by 7:30 AM sharp. It was now half an hour later. Keeping the elders waiting was clearly a breach of etiquette.
As Natalie was about to apologize again, Alexander suddenly spoke up. “I’m coming down with a cold. I got up a little late p>
She turned to stare at him, stunned. Just moments ago, he had denied being sick.
And now p>
Hearing that Alexander was ill, Savannah immediately grew anxious. “A cold? What happened? You were fine yesterday!” She frantically ordered the staff to prepare a remedy and insisted on calling the family doctor.
“It’s just a minor cold. There’s no need to make a fuss,” Alexander said, pulling out a chair and gesturing for Natalie to sit before taking the seat beside her.
“How are you taking care of Alexander? He gets sick the moment you come back!” Savannah redirected her blame toward Natalie.
“What does my cold have to do with her? Is she a virus?” Alexander leaned back nonchalantly. “I’m hungry. If you keep this up, we might as well skip breakfast p>
At that point, Charlotte Roberts interjected, “Everyone gets sick. It’s just a cold. Is it worse than what I have p>
Gabriel Ramirez replied, “Mom, this isn’t a competition about who’s sicker p>
“Exactly, Mom. We all want you to live a long and healthy life. Don’t say such gloomy things,” Savannah added.
Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Then why are you blaming Natalie? Are you trying to upset me on purpose p>
Savannah was speechless, knowing she could never win an argument with Charlotte. She shot Natalie a final glare and fell silent.
Alexander glanced at Charlotte. For someone supposedly ill, she had plenty of fire in her voice.
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As Charlotte met Alexander’s gaze, she felt something was off. There was a strange look in his eyes.
Since Alexander had effectively saved her, Natalie discreetly took out her phone and sent him a message under the table: [Thanks p>
Then she began eating quietly.
Two minutes later, her phone vibrated.
[Who is this p>
Natalie blinked. She glanced at Alexander, who was eating his breakfast with perfect composure, as if he had genuinely received a message from an unknown number and dismissed it.
But how could he not know it was her? He had seen her take out her phone.
Something felt odd. Then it dawned on her he didn’t have her new contact information. So that was the game he was playing. He was doing this on purpose.
After breakfast, Natalie said her goodbyes to Charlotte and headed out. She got into her car and was
about to start the engine when she
realized it was out of gas.
To her left, Alexander’s Maybach was already running. She got out and tapped on
his window.
It slid down smoothly.
“My car is out of fuel. Could I borrow yours?” she asked.
Without much fuss, he simply said, “Take your pick p>
The garage was massive. Besides the Maybach, there was a Rolls-Royce, a
Bugatti, and a Cullinan. The other cars belonged to Gabriel and Charlotte.
Natalie pursed her lips. They were all top-of-the-line luxury cars, not a single one of them understated.
She returned to his car. “Could you give me a ride instead p>
Alexander looked up at her. They were alone in the garage. A faint smile touched his lips. “If you keep this up, I might get the wrong idea p>
Her car runs out of gas, so she tries to borrow his, and then asks for a ride. Wasn’t this just a classic case of playing hard to get?
Seeing his expression and hearing his words, Natalie felt a wave of embarrassment.
“In that case, I won’t trouble you. I’ll ask Grandma if I can borrow one of her cars p>
She turned to leave. She had only taken a few steps when his car pulled up beside her. “Get in,” Alexander said flatly.
“I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea p>
Natalie kept walking.
“Do you want Grandma to find out p>
They were still on the estate grounds. If he drove alongside her like this, someone would see them and get suspicious.
Natalie let out a heavy sigh, opened the passenger door, and got in.
“Three years, and you haven’t changed a bit,” Alexander remarked with a slight laugh as they drove off the estate. Though your temper has certainly gotten worse p>
Natalie pressed her lips together and stared straight ahead, saying nothing.
After a moment, she turned to him and held out her hand. “Give me your phone p>
Alexander glanced at her. “What for? Are you going to take your frustration out on my phone p>