The next morning.
Amy was shocked when she looked in the mirror. Her eyes were swollen, as if she had been beaten up. Even after applying several layers of makeup, she couldn’t cover it up. So she washed her face clean and went downstairs without makeup.
It was quiet and mysterious downstairs, and Mr. Smith wasn’t there. Maybe he had left?
She glanced at the bunny dolls in the backyard, which were still quite heavy. Such a big bunny would need to be dried for several days. She made a mental note to buy a button for its nose later.
She pinched the bunny’s ears and pushed its forehead up, saying angrily, “Bunny, please bless Mr. Smith to be less crazy.”
The wind rustled through the grapevines, and a tall figure emerged. He was bare-chested, wearing only swimming trunks, with water droplets still dripping down.
Right, there was a swimming pool in the back! Lucas was so familiar with this place, even more than she was! She hadn’t even used the swimming pool in the back yet!
Amy pursed her lips and casually greeted, “Good morning, Mr. Smith.”
Lucas glanced at her, came over to pat the bunny’s head, and then walked briskly into the house, saying, “Come in.”
“Okay,” Amy hummed softly and followed him inside.
“Don’t interfere too much with the couple’s renovation. If you don’t have the ability, don’t meddle.” He turned to look at her.
“Huh?” Amy looked at him in astonishment. How did he know?
“Are you following me?” she hurriedly asked as she followed him inside.
Lucas ignored her, opened the refrigerator, took out ingredients, and started preparing breakfast. It took Amy a while to understand that he was making egg pancakes for breakfast!
Amy was even more shocked. Lucas could actually make pancakes! With just swimming trunks on, his muscular arms holding a shiny pan… it felt so natural!
He could make money, take care of the household, and be strong in bed… What kind of fairy did she stumble upon?
Ding ding… her phone rang. It was the couple from yesterday.
“Sorry, I…” She walked out to answer the phone, feeling guilty about explaining the situation to them.
“Hi, Amy! Your friend’s company is so efficient. We’re very satisfied with the design. Your Spanish is very good. I have a friend who wants to hire a translator to accompany her on a tour of the city. We’ll discuss the payment in person.” Without giving her a chance to breathe, the other party interrupted her excitedly.
Her friend’s company? She glanced at Lucas. Could it be him?
“Let’s eat.” Lucas swept his plate and headed to the dining room.
Amy had arranged to meet with someone, so she went to the dining room. The golden-brown pancakes looked far superior to her scrambled eggs.
Amy glanced at him and whispered, “Can I discuss something with you?”
“Go ahead.” He picked up his glass of milk and took a sip, leisurely picking up his chopsticks to eat breakfast.
Amy watched his nonchalant demeanor and quickly dismissed the idea of asking him for money to buy some new clothes. She wanted to dress in Chanel; otherwise, she would never find a job, and it would be inconvenient for her to accompany people on sightseeing trips wearing a dress.
“Go ahead,” he said, looking up with a sharp glare in his eyes.
Amy sat down, poking at her pancake with chopsticks, and quickly said, “Let’s sleep in separate rooms.”
“Then you might as well move out.” He sneered, wiping a bit of milk from her lips with his finger, which then lingered on her lips, rubbing them a few times, in a bewitching manner!
Amy’s face quickly turned red, and she quickly pushed away his fingers, grabbing a tissue to wipe her mouth vigorously.
Lucas looked at her with a smirk, his voice low as he said, “Learn how to cook properly at home. I’ll come back for dinner tonight.”
“Hey… I need to go out later,” Amy quickly said, realizing she might be late returning from accompanying someone on a sightseeing trip.
“Where are you going?” Lucas stared at her and asked.
“To work as a translator for someone,” Amy said, taking a deep breath, enduring the uncomfortable feeling of being judged.
“Stay here properly. Can’t I support you?” He stood up, glanced at her, and strode out of the dining room.
Amy waited for a moment, then yelled at him, “I’m going out. You have no right to interfere with my freedom.”
He just scoffed in what seemed like disdain and said, “Suit yourself.”
“Damn rabbit!”
Amy cursed angrily, not wanting to eat the pancakes he made. She went to the living room to get her purse, changed her shoes, and left.
Her car was just for show, so she had to walk out of the villa area and flag down a car on the road. After walking for about fifteen minutes, a black SUV roared past her, and she paused in surprise before recognizing it as Lucas’s car.