NOVPUBChapter 911: Chapter 911: I Still Prefer You_1 Chapter 911: Chapter 911: I Still Prefer You_1 They found a comedy show to watch while enjoying some barbeque and beer.
What a blissful life, indeed!
“Cindy is here too,” the Old Madam said, “I thought you’d want to chat with Cindy some more.
You haven’t had the chance to talk much.”
“Fortunately, we’re all here.
You must be worried about Cindy since you’re at home all by yourself?” the Old Madam added.
Peggy Lewis: “….”
The Old Madam’s words hit the bull’s eye.
Peggy Lewis was wavering indeed, yearning to go.
...
She was indeed quite worried about Cindy Clarke.
If Cindy weren’t there, regardless of what the Old Madam said, Peggy Lewis definitely would not have wanted to go to the family mansion.
“So I was thinking, since you haven’t eaten dinner yet,” the Old Madam continued, “Lyke hasn’t eaten either.
He’s coming back anyways, so he might as well bring you along.”
Listening to the Old Madam’s words, Peggy Lewis started to feel that something was off.
Why is it that Lyke Zhekova needs to bring her back to dinner?
“That’s settled then,” the Old Madam declared, then added a complaint to Lyke, “It’s all Lyke’s fault.
He neglected even a simple task of having dinner together.”
Peggy Lewis was dumbfounded.
Is dinner such a crucial matter?
“Even I didn’t anticipate it, let alone Mr.
Zhekova,” Peggy Lewis responded.
“Just because you didn’t anticipate it doesn’t mean Lyke is not at fault,” the Old Madam defended, “It’s settled then.
Hurry up and let Lyke bring you back, alright?”
The Old Madam didn’t give Peggy Lewis another chance to speak and directly demanded, “Peggy, give Lyke the mobile phone.
I have a few more words for him.”
Peggy Lewis had no choice but to comply obediently.
She answered with a “Sure” and handed the mobile phone to Lyke Zhekova, saying, “Old Madam would like to say a few more words to you.”
Lyke Zhekova took over the mobile phone.
Nowadays, mobile phones are made with larger and larger screens, thus increasing their size as well.
Generally speaking, when two people pass a phone to each other, considering the size, their hands shouldn’t touch.
Peggy Lewis just held half of the phone.
It might be because Lyke Zhekova’s fingers were too long.
He reached out casually, and the tips of his index and middle fingers accidentally brushed the tip of Peggy Lewis’ fingers.
Covering most of her fingernails and the skin around them.
It was surprisingly warm.
Peggy Lewis’ fingers trembled a little as if a faint current passed through.
Especially where he had touched, it was more intense.
However, Lyke Zhekova seemed to not have done it on purpose.
In less than a second, he quickly moved his fingers away.
Once Peggy Lewis let go, she saw that Lyke Zhekova had taken the phone with no unusual expression on his face.
He must have accidentally touched her just now.
Peggy Lewis thought she was overthinking.
Peggy Lewis despised this about herself.
She wasn’t usually like this.
She never fancied herself in a narcissistic way, thinking a man would like her just because he got close.
Nor was she a love-struck fool, who liked a man just because he was good-looking.
Of course, her own steaming thoughts and reality are definitely different.
Peggy Lewis realized her reaction was unusually strong.
During ordinary times when she went to the Supermarket to buy things and had to hand over items to clients, there were inevitably accidental touches.
Whenever she passed things, her hand might accidentally touch the other person’s.
But she never thought much about it.
She was truly unusual tonight.
She was behaving completely like a love-struck fool.
While Lyke Zhekova was still on call, Peggy Lewis slyly pinched herself on the thigh.
Being brutal towards herself, she didn’t show any mercy.
She used excessive force.
Peggy Lewis pinched herself so hard that she almost brought tears to her eyes.
She sharply inhaled a breath.
Lyke Zhekova was still talking to the Old Madam.
However, most of the time, the Old Madam was speaking while Lyke just responded “Hmm” casually.
Lyke Zhekova wasn’t paying attention.
He didn’t care about the Old Madam’s words.
He didn’t even remember what the Old Madam said and some of it he didn’t even hear clearly.
He just casually responded with a “Hmm.”
At this moment, Lyke Zhekova’s attention was still on Peggy Lewis.
Seeing how Peggy Lewis was still struggling, even her facial expressions slightly distorted, made Lyke Zhekova intrigued.
After hanging up the phone, Lyke Zhekova asked Peggy Lewis, “What’s wrong?”
Peggy Lewis squeezed out an expression, pretending to be fine, which was worse than crying and said, “Nothing.”
Lyke Zhekova doubts for a while but couldn’t figure out anything.
He just suggested, “Shall we get in the car then?
We should head to the family mansion.”
This was Peggy Lewis’ first time going to the family mansion.
She got in the car in a dizziness, still feeling somewhat clouded.
Even though she was worried about Cindy,
how did she end up going to the family mansion?
As Lyke Zhekova drove the car out, Peggy Lewis began to hear a continuous “beep” sound.
Peggy Lewis was still a little dazed previously.
Now awakened by the beeping sound, she was puzzled, “Why is it continuously ringing?”
Only then did Lyke Zhekova reply, “It’s a reminder that you’ve not put on the seat belt.”
Peggy Lewis finally came to her senses and quickly put on her seatbelt.
She completely forgot about the seatbelt when she first got onto the car due to her dizziness.
After wearing the seatbelt, she felt extremely embarrassed.
How could she forget such a thing?
At the family mansion, after the Old Madam hung up the phone, she said to Cindy Clarke, “Cindy, I’m sorry for using you to lure Peggy Lewis here.”
Cindy Clarke shook her head, “No worries, I had nothing important to do anyway.”
“Ah, I just thought of what Samson said about observing how Fourth Uncle interacted with Peggy Lewis.” the Old Madam mentioned.
Old Madam again took Cindy’s hand and whispered, “As a matter of fact, the one I like the most is….”
“Ahem!” Before the Old Madam could utter the word “you”, Cindy quickly coughed to interrupt.
Not because Cindy was narcissistic, but given the Old Madam’s history of favoritism within the household, Cindy was certain that the word “you” was about to be said.
No room for doubt at all.
So, Cindy stopped the Old Madam from uttering the words.
She signaled the Old Madam with her eyes that Victoria Wheeler was still present.
The Old Madam quickly changed her tact.
Indeed, she did not dare to continue.
Cindy knew she was about to say it.
Cindy just kept smiling.
The Old Madam chuckled awkwardly and said, “In any case, I like you better.”
But she omitted the word “most.”
Cindy nodded in understanding but just brushed off Old Madam’s comment about “liking her more.”
