My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1289
Right then, Queenie’s tummy began to rumble. She realized that she was starving as she hadn’t had much to eat since breakfast. Young Master Nigel seems like a pretty decent person, so I’m sure he’d offer me some food, right?
She couldn’t help but return to the washroom just to check herself out in the mirror. She was satisfied with what she saw-even though she didn’t have any makeup on, she knew that she was still pretty good-looking.
Queenie knew how to put her strengths to good use, and she knew that it’d be hard for a man to reject a pretty girl. She walked out of her room to take a glance at her surroundings.
The private and large villa didn’t seem like something every rich person could afford, but one who was both wealthy and powerful. It was clear that the Mansons were among the wealthiest families in Averna.
She strolled around the large house while admiring the furniture and the view outside the window. The whole place looked extremely modern, and there was a boyish tone to all the decorations.
Young Master Nigel has pretty good taste, Queenie thought to herself. When she got into the hall, she took a look at her surroundings with a hopeful gaze in her eyes. She was hoping that a whole, scrumptious meal would have already been prepared for her right then.
“What are you looking for?” A man’s icy voice came from behind her. Queenie was shocked by his sudden appearance, and she turned around to find a man dressed in a set of gray pajamas. The man looked fresh after a shower, and his lean body and gray outfit made him look like a young wolf that was wild and energetic.
Queenie stared at him for a while before telling him honestly, “I’m looking for food. I didn’t get to have dinner earlier,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong! I’m not some thief. My name is Queenie Silverstein, and my dad is Brandon Silverstein. He’s pretty well-known in the business world. You’d find him online if you did your research,” she added after a while.
“I don’t have any food at home,” Nigel replied with one eyebrow raised.
“Don’t you have any biscuits? I wouldn’t mind having some snacks.” Queenie was begging him at this point-she knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she was too hungry.
“No.” Nigel was amused by the look on her face. “Can you bring me out for food, then? Please…” Queenie gave him a puppy-eyed look as she clasped her palms together. He felt as if he was staring at a pitiful little dog at that moment, and he could feel himself softening at the sight of her.
Deep down, he was trying to remind himself not to be too nice to her. After what she did, she deserves to starve, he told himself. She bumped into my head, she saw my body, and she’s even the reason that my hotel received a complaint for the first time in the past six months. Why should I pity someone like her?
At that moment, the girl’s tummy let out a loud rumble that rang across the silent hall. Blood rushed to her face as her tummy protested against the man’s words.
She was genuinely hungry. “You can look around in the cupboards beside the fridge, Nigel finally said. The girl rushed to the fridge immediately, and she let out a gasp the moment she opened the cupboard. Is this a whole collection of snacks?
