Chapter 43 Future Young Mistress
“How can that be possible? The Young Master is getting married to Miss Price.”
“I heard that Old Master Duncan dislikes Miss Price and doesn’t agree with the marriage at all.”
“Really?” A maid covered her mouth with astonishment as she lowered her voice and said, “If that’s true, does it mean that the appearance of Miss Hunter shows that the Young Master likes her more?”
“Be a little more sharp and respectful to her—who knows, she might be the future Young Mistress.”
Meanwhile, Courtney was busy eating with the children. Unbeknownst to her, Jordan’s dependence on herself had triggered the imagination of all the servants in the manor; she was even crowned as the future Young Mistress of the family.
It was already 3.00PM when the two meetings of Sunhill Enterprise were over. Josh placed the meal he had ordered earlier on the coffee table in the office.
“You should eat first, President Duncan. I will copy the minutes of the meeting to your computer later.”
Alexander pinched his eyebrows and nodded tiredly. He had been busy since 7.00AM and hadn’t had time to eat yet.
After a brief rest, Alexander called home and put his phone on speaker as he unpacked his meal.
The call was quickly connected as the butler’s respectful voice came through. “Are you done with your work, Young Master?”
“Yeah, I just finished. How are things at home?”
“Everything is fine. Don’t worry, Young Master—Miss Hunter and the Little Master are getting along, and he is having fun with Miss Hunter’s daughter as well.”
The sound of children playing came from the other end of the call as well as Tina’s loud laugh.
“Jordan, this toy of yours is just too funny! Haha!”
Alexander’s expression softened.
Although he couldn’t hear Jordan’s voice, he could already imagine how happy Jordan was from Tina’s laugh.
“That’s good. Pay attention to their safety,” he said.
“Do you still have work, Young Master? Miss Hunter asked me if you were coming back for dinner.”
“No, I have a dinner party later tonight.” Alexander said flatly. “I will be back later. If it’s too late, please arrange for a driver to send both of them back.”
As he hung up the phone, Alexander felt strange as he held the chopsticks and stared at the delicious meal in front of him. He suddenly lost his appetite and somehow yearned for the food that Courtney had brought over to the hospital last weekend.
She should be preparing dinner soon. Even though there are maids at home, she’d probably make it herself according to her personality. I wonder what’s for dinner?
“President Duncan, here is the chicken soup that the delivery guy forgot to deliver.”
All of a sudden, Josh knocked on the door and walked in with a thermos bucket.
Alexander stared at the silver thermos box and suddenly put down his chopsticks and stood up. “Josh, cancel the dinner party for me—I’m not going.”
“What?”
Josh carried the thermos box with a puzzled look and asked, “Why are you not going? Is there something important? It’s a dinner party for the Shanghai exhibition and sale.”
Meanwhile, Alexander had already grabbed his jacket and walked out, completely ignoring Josh.
While driving back, he stopped at a snack shop and bought two boxes of snacks to bring back home. It was almost evening when he arrived, but the sky was still bright with a gorgeous colorful haze in the distance. The house was lively with the sound of children giggling from the toy room on the second floor.
When Alexander pushed open the door of the room, a fuming Courtney was standing with her hands full of flour while she pointed at Tina, who was jumping excitedly on the bed.
“You come down this instant, Tina! Stop fooling around. I’m going to cook, and no one will be here if you fall down again. You too, Jordan—your injuries are not healed yet. How can you follow this nonsense?”
Alexander leaned against the door and was stunned by the scene in front of him. Jordan had always been quiet and reserved, but now he was actually jumping and rolling on the bed with Tina while wearing Spiderman clothes and occasionally posing as the hero.
He doesn’t look like a person who has a broken bone!
Courtney warned them again as the two kids looked at each other and stuck their tongues out before they got off the bed.
“That’s right, be good. If you want to play, you’ll have to wait until I finish cooking, all right?” Courtney pointed at Tina’s nose. “You must look after Jordan. Don’t play too rough—he’s not healed yet, and his arm is still in a cast.”
Tina giggled playfully. “Okay Mommy, I know! I won’t play then.”
Courtney nodded with satisfaction and turned around.
Her gaze was so focused on the two children that she hadn’t noticed there was someone at the door, bumping right into him immediately.
“Ah!”
Courtney cried out as her forehead knocked into a rock-hard chest. As she raised her head in pain, her heart skipped a beat while she panicked and took a few steps back.
“S-Sorry.”
Courtney looked down and realized there were two white handprints on Alexander’s black shirt as flour fluttered down to the ground.
Alexander’s expression darkened.
“I’m sorry,” Courtney rushed forward. “Let me help you pat it off.”
As her hands patted Alexander’s chest several times, the white palm prints were gone, leaving behind a chest full of flour. Alexander covered his mouth as he coughed and pushed her away from him.
“Courtney, y-you… are you trying to take revenge on your boss?”
Courtney shook her head vigorously. “I didn’t mean that! It’s just a misunderstanding! I was going to cook dinner—in fact, I’m making dough. How was I supposed to know that you were standing at the door?”
“Are you saying that it’s my fault right now?”
“I’m just saying that you shouldn’t stand at the doorway so quietly,” Courtney muttered guilty.
Alexander’s gaze darkened as his tone sounded strained. “Courtney, is this because I’ve been treating you too nice as of late?”
“No, not at all!” Courtney waved her hands and reasoned calmly. “I just thought that the reason I’m making dough and accidentally soiling your clothes is for your son, so when you think about it—which is more important, your shirt or your son?”
Alexander was actually rendered speechless as he frowned and changed the subject. “There are maids in the house, so why do you need to cook? I invited you as a guest here—don’t turn this on me later and say that I was bullying you.”
“How can what the maids make compare with mine?”
Courtney rolled her eyes and raised her eyebrow. “You don’t believe me? If you make a snack for Jordan now, Jordan will still be exceptionally happy—even if it’s not as good as the ones made by the maids.”
“We don’t need to go through all that trouble; I’ve already bought some.” Alexander lifted the box of snacks in his hand.
“Store-bought snacks are definitely not the same as the ones you make yourself.”
Suddenly, Courtney thought of something. “Wait a minute, do you not have any plans for tonight?’
Alexander looked at her and answered faintly, “Yep.”
“That’s great—you’re just in time. Follow me to the kitchen; let me teach you how to make the dough and snacks for the kids. Let’s go.”
