Chapter 187 Eugene’s Attentiveness
“I’m lucky! It doesn’t matter if Mommy can’t cook because we can just find a daddy who can cook in the future!”
The words rendered Olivia speechless. This little brat always liked to matchmake Eugene with her. She had no idea why he liked that man so much.
It took twenty minutes for them to get dressed.
When the doorbell rang, Eugene immediately got up to open the door. A slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips as he said, “Come in.”
As Olivia walked in , she said politely, “I’m very sorry to trouble you with dinner after you’ve been busy with my matters the entire day.”
With a smile, Eugene replied, “It’s fine. It’s my job to take care of you two.”
Olivia was dumbfounded. What did he mean by that?
Why does this man speak as if we have something to do with each other? Did I not make myself clear when I rejected him that day?
Only when she lowered her head to change out of her shoes did she realize that two pairs of brand-new house slippers were laid out neatly on the floor. One of them was for ladies and the other pair for children.
Her heart suddenly softened at that.
Since she knew how busy he was, she was even more touched by his attentiveness. It had started today from the jacket he put over her to the alcohol he drank on her behalf. When they came back, he allowed them to rest first before preparing their dinner. Now he had even laid out house slippers for them so considerately. It was as if he really regarded them as his family.
He was so attentive despite his busy schedule. She had no idea how much he cared about them, but it was clear that he cared!
Suddenly, she had an impulsive thought about how he would be a good candidate as a husband. After all, North liked him quite a bit too.
“Dinner is ready. You may come in and eat!” Eugene said.
Following a nod, Olivia changed into the house slippers and went straight into the dining room. Eight dishes consisting of meat, vegetables, fish and shrimp were neatly placed on the table.
Just by looking at them caused her to salivate.
“Take a seat.” Eugene pulled the chair out for her.
Olivia sat down in response, but she still looked a little awkward.
North treated Eugene as his father and didn’t need him to pull out a chair. He climbed up the chair, picked up the fork, and stared at the dishes on the table. For a moment, he hesitated for a moment before moving his fork over to the mustard-glazed pork chops and stabbing at a piece.
“North!”
Exasperatedly, Olivia called out to him. Since when has this kid become so rude?
North had already put a piece of the pork chops into his mouth. He asked with his mouth full, “Didn’t Uncle Eugene say we can eat?”
In an instant, Eugene replied indulgently, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just eat!”
After that, he gazed at Olivia with a disapproving look. “Why do you need to be so formal in my house?”
Olivia felt a little embarrassed. What’s so special about his house?
This man is really…
“Are you still upset? Would you like to drink more alcohol?” Eugene’s lips curved up in a mocking smile.
However, Olivia shook her head. “Of course not. There are so many delicious dishes here!”
Then, Eugene smiled and placed a bowl of soup in front of her. “This is turmeric chicken soup. You consume a lot of alcohol, so this is good for you as it has anti-inflammatory properties and will help soothe your stomach.”
Picking up the bowl, Olivia thanked him and thought that, for a split second, she didn’t really know the man in front of her. He was still handsome, calm and self-sufficient, yet she felt that he was a little more down to earth now.
No! It was his tender side that would only be revealed in front of her and her child.
“Try it. How does it taste?”
As Eugene spoke, he put on thin gloves and was preparing to peel the shrimps.
Olivia lowered her head and took a sip. Her eyes lit up as she praised, “Yeah, it’s delicious!”
With light chuckles, Eugene replied, “Well, drink more of it then. You had so much alcohol today.”
Olivia nodded. After taking a few more sips, she realized that Eugene’s cooking was really delicious.
