Lillian didn’t want to continue arguing with Conrad, so she simply turned her head toward the window.
After a while, Conrad spoke again, “Where’s my beef?”
Lillian felt a little guilty. “Oh, I asked before I finished work. The fresh beef was all sold out, and the frozen ones aren’t fresh. I thought it wouldn’t be right to bring them back.”
Conrad clicked his tongue. “Lillian, can your lies be as few as your money?”
“…”
He accused her of lying and then mocked her for being poor.
“I’m hungry.”
“Lillian, did you hear that? I’m hungry!”
Lillian wasn’t deaf, of course she heard.
“Then why don’t you eat at home?”
“Didn’t you say you’d bring beef to cook for me?”
When Conrad thought about how this girl always claimed she had no time, but somehow found time to chat with Gordon and then talk to everyone on the set, he got angry. She didn’t even remember to ask if he had eaten.
By the time they got home, it was nearly 9 pm.
The food was still warm, and they arrived just in time for dinner.
Ada lazily lay by the door, and as soon as Conrad walked in, he kicked it. “Move, you’re blocking the shoe rack.”
Ada moved a little and continued to lie there, making a soft, gurgling sound, thinking Conrad was playing with it.
Lillian couldn’t help but roll her eyes. This guy was in a bad mood, and even the dog had to suffer.
“Sir, Miss, you’re back. Do you want to eat now?”
Conrad threw his jacket at her and sat down immediately.
Lillian slowly walked over. She hadn’t gotten a good look at Conrad earlier, but now she couldn’t help but study him.
It was her first time seeing him in a sweatshirt, and it felt completely different from when he wore black suits and shirts.
Now he looked like an irritable college student.
If he posted a selfie online, he’d probably gain a bunch of female fans.
Conrad glanced at her, and Lillian quickly lowered her head and started eating.
“What are you looking at?”
Without thinking, Lillian looked up and said, “I’m admiring how delicious you look.”
Several staff members standing nearby nearly burst out laughing.
Conrad frowned at them.
“Leave!”
“Yes, sir.”
Seeing this, Lillian almost put down her cutlery to leave as well, but Conrad slammed his hand on the table. “Didn’t you say I look delicious? Why are you leaving?”
“I’m full…”
“So you’re full now? Then do something useful.”
Lillian nearly jumped up. “I need to go to the base early tomorrow morning.”
“Lillian, are you just full of dirty thoughts? I asked you to pick a wife for Ada.”
He’d waited all night, and she still hadn’t done it. This girl… it wasn’t like she hadn’t slept with him, so why was she reacting this way?
When Lillian heard what he meant, she relaxed, sat down quickly, and said, “Ada’s wife will either come here, or Ada will go there.”
“There’s a special place for it. Ada will stay there for half a month and then come back.”
“What about the babies?”
“Forget it, one is enough to deal with, why would I want two?”
After Conrad said that, Lillian felt sorry for Ada…
It was hard enough being a father, but it wouldn’t even get to see its own child.
Conrad looked at her expression and immediately knew what she was thinking.
“Then bring one back, Lillian, don’t get too greedy.”
“What’s there to get greedy about? This house will eventually have a new mistress.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the atmosphere dropped to a freezing point.
Conrad completely lost his appetite, wiped his mouth, and went upstairs without saying another word to Lillian.
She silently finished her meal and glanced at the large portion of food he had left. After a while, she stood up.
Lillian searched the house from top to bottom and finally found him in the boxing room.
Conrad was sparring with Andrew, landing every punch with precision, sweat evaporating in the air.
The quiet room was filled only with the dull thud of boxing gloves hitting flesh.
Lillian held a plate of seafood fried rice, unsure whether she should leave or stay.
Conrad caught sight of her entering and tilted his chin. Andrew immediately stepped out of the boxing ring and walked past Lillian.
Conrad braced his wrist against the octagon cage and poured a bottle of water directly over his head, the water mixing with sweat and trailing down the contours of his muscles. The water ran down his defined abs and into the waistband of his pants, exuding a strong, dominating aura.
Lillian grabbed a towel from the side and handed it to him. “You didn’t eat much earlier, so I made some fried rice. Would you like to have some?”
“Is this what you’re using to appease me?” Conrad scoffed. “Ada would get something better than this.”
Conrad took a deep breath to calm himself, the towel still on his head, his hair wet and hanging down over his eyes. His gaze was intense, filled with an aggressive energy as he stared at her.
Just as Lillian lifted herself on tiptoe to wipe the sweat from his face, Conrad shook his head, splashing water all over her face.
Then, without warning, he scooped her up under her armpits and lifted her off the ground, pulling her into his arms from the other side.
Lillian screamed, but before she could react, Conrad had already tossed her into the boxing ring.
“It’s disgusting, all this sweat!” Lillian couldn’t help but complain.
Conrad made her sit on his abdomen and forcefully pushed his waist up.
Lillian’s body softened, and she braced her hands against his solid abs, punching him hard. “It’s gross, let me down!”
Conrad raised an eyebrow. “You hadn’t tasted my sweat before? You even licked my member.”
Lillian’s face turned bright red. “Say that again!”
She struggled to get up but ended up falling to the side, only then realizing the mystery of the ceiling above.
“What’s that up there?”
It turned out that the ceiling of the boxing room was covered in photos.
“Old photos.”
Lillian’s eyes locked onto one image: Conrad in camouflage, his face smeared with war paint, his skin tanned to a bronze color. He was glaring at the camera, and behind him were other kids around his age, holding guns and smiling at the camera.
“How old were you here?”
“I forgot, maybe nine?”
Actually, Conrad looked pretty innocent when he was a kid. Although his expression was fierce, you couldn’t help but want to pinch his chubby cheeks.
Not like now, he looked like a devilish beast.
Conrad, noticing Lillian’s focused gaze, asked curiously, “Is it really that good-looking?”
“Well… it seems like your military didn’t have any female soldiers?”
“No.”
“All men?”
“Yeah.”
“Then when you were a kid, didn’t you have any girls chasing you?”
Conrad glanced at her sideways. “Well, even in the mountains, there were a few village girls who would send me flowers.”
In the photo, Conrad had a bruise on his brow and was tugging at his gloves with his teeth. Just from the dim lighting of that set of photos, it was obvious that the place where they were taken was probably his room.
“Who took this photo for you?”
“You don’t know them.”
“Oh.”
“Besides the group photo from when you were a kid, all these other pictures were taken by the same person, right?”
“How could you tell?” Conrad asked.
“It’s obvious. Look, the photography style is consistent, mostly candid shots. They’re really well taken.”
The photos captured that mix of righteousness and rebelliousness in his aura.
Even in military uniform, Conrad still gave off the vibe of a troublemaker.
“Which one do you like the most?”
“That one, the backlit shot where you’re turning around and glancing over your shoulder. Only the silhouette is visible. That’s the kind of photo I’d have liked when I was younger.”
Conrad raised an eyebrow. “So you picked me because I’m your type? Lillian, do you have a crush on me?”