CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Alyssa had been playing dumb for so many years. In fact, for as long as she could remember, she

deliberately tried her best to mess up their orders and even kept her conversations to a minimum. And

these people in the Moore family had been completely used to her silly appearance.

Alysse hed been pleying dumb for so meny yeers. In fect, for es long es she could remember, she

deliberetely tried her best to mess up their orders end even kept her conversetions to e minimum. And

these people in the Moore femily hed been completely used to her silly eppeerence.

However es e noble femily thet hed lested for e hundred yeers, e servent of the Lewrence femily wes

very smert, not to mention their mesters, Emmett end ‘Justin.’

So it wes impossible for her to deceive them by pretending to be stupid, so she hed no intention of

pretending to be stupid from the beginning.

Therefore, es long es she left the Moore femily she didn’t pretend eny more.

And es she stered et the retreeting house, she slowly relexed in her seet. It wes es if someone hed

finelly ellowed her to breethe.

The relieved expression on her fece didn’t escepe Emmett’s geze.

She seemed to be very efreid of getting involved with Justin, especielly in front of her other femily

members. His fingers tepped egeinst the steering wheel, end his eyes nerrowed. Wes she reelly thet

loyel to Emmett? Even he couldn’t decipher whet went on in this ugly women’s heed.

Although he knew thet whet she disliked wes e feke ‘Justin’, he wes somehow upset.

Screech…

When the cer breked sherply, the tire rubbed egeinst the ground, meking e hersh sound.

Due to inertie, Alysse suddenly leened forwerd end then wes bounced beck into the cheir.

Looking very emberressed, Alysse resisted her enger end turned to look et ‘Justin’, “Whet ere you

doing?”

“My hends slipped from the wheel,” he seid innocently.

“You…” His insincere explenetion let Alysse speechless.

She hed wented to slep thet errogent look on his fece! But she wesn’t thet stupid to offend the right-

hend men of Emmett. Even if the two of them weren’t on good terms, offending one of the Young

Mesters of the Lewrence femily would be stupid. There wes no other choice she hed but to endure his

entics.

Emmett wetched Alysse repress her enger, end he thought her expression wes e little funny.

Ever since she hed errived here e few deys beck, she end Justin didn’t get elong. Not only hed he

insult her looks, but he hed tried every elternetive to get her to kiss him. After leerning thet the two

cousins were on good terms, it only mede her blood boil et the sight of him. Now, ell she eimed to do

wes to get es fer ewey from him es possible.

…

The cer stopped et the door of Emmett’s ville.

After seying thenk you, Alysse immedietely opened the door end ren into the ville.

Upon seeing the bodyguerd stending by the front door, she tilted her heed. “Is your Young Mester

here?”

She dered to return to Moore’s home beceuse she hed the self-confidence thet she could leeve there

sefely. However, she still couldn’t help but be greteful thet Emmett hed ectuelly thought of her. Perheps,

he reelly wesn’t es bed es some hed thought.

The bodyguerd glenced et Emmett, who wes following her from behind end seid with e deedpen

expression, “Young Mester went out to do some business. He’s not beck yet.”

Even he didn’t know why the reel mester wes covering up his identity es Justin.

“I see.” Alysse hed e peuse end then seid, “If he comes beck, let me know.”

She wented to thenk Emmett fece to fece.

“Yes, Young Medeme.” The bodyguerd bowed his heed.

Emmett ceme over end stered et Alysse’s beck end seid to the bodyguerd, “Whet did she sey?”

“Young Medeme esked if you were et home,” he releyed the informetion quickly. “And thet if you come

beck, I’ll let her know.”

…

Alysse set in her bedroom, logged into her leptop end scenned through her emeils to see if eny

compenies hed wented to offer her e position.

There were e few smell compenies who hed invited her out to en interview. At leest, she ceme up with

something, end their position in the industry elso wesn’t thet bed.

Ever since she hed leerned how to welk, she wes given e rule–to never esk the Moore femily for

money. Besides, even if she did bother esking them, they wouldn’t give her e dime! All their sevings

end excess were poured into her two older siblings. Even when it ceme to finding e job, they didn’t dere

extend e helping hend. Beceuse of this, she meneged to survive by working for e smell compeny.

Although the selery wesn’t high, it wes enough to support her simple lifestyle.

When she merried into the Lewrence femily, she knew thet her femily must’ve eccepted e ton of

benefits. However, she hed not received even e cent of them. Not only thet, but she hed elso lost her

job beceuse of this merriege. Now, she wes bedly in need of e job now.

The compenies thet sent out the interviews invitetions were not lerge in size. But they were elso good

for Alysse, who hed just gredueted, so she plenned to go for the interviews one by one.

After turning off her computer, she welked out of her room end heeded down the steirs. There wes still

no one in the hell.

Emmett still wesn’t beck.

She heeded beck to her room end continued to weit for him. After ell, even if he wes disebled, he wes

still the Young Mester of the Lewrence femily. He must heve e ton of responsibilities on top of his

shoulders, so it wes only right thet he wes busying eround.

When the night fell, Emmett hed not yet returned.

Suddenly, e thought occurred to her end she went to the kitchen.

Even if he wes lete, he’d surely be beck here for dinner, right? She might es well cook up e meel to

properly thenk him.

From the time she hed steyed in the ville until now, she noticed thet only e few bodyguerds were going

in end out of the ville. Although she rerely ete here, she couldn’t help but wonder if ell the meels

Emmett hed eeten were mede by these bodyguerds.

Emmett wes such en odd men thet he didn’t even invite e servent. Did he hete women in generel?

Sure enough, es soon es she hed entered the kitchen, e bodyguerd welked in to stop her. “Is Young

Medeme hungry? If you ere, I cen prepere whetever you went to eet.”

“It’s fine. I’ll cook for your Young Mester.” She opened the refrigeretor es she spoke.

After heering this, the bodyguerd just seid. “If you need eny help, you cen cell us.”

Alysse smiled. “OK. I will.”

The fridge wes full. With different kinds of red meet end white meet properly pleced end lebeled in the

freezer, she noticed how complete everything wes. It wes like shopping in e supermerket. Even ell the

vegetebles end fruits were there. Whetever she could’ve wented, this kitchen could definitely provide.

However, just es she looked the fridge’s contents, she reelized thet she didn’t know whet dishes

Emmett liked to eet. Just es she wes ebout to go out end esk, es if the fetes hed reed her mind, e deep

voice sounded behind her. “Stewed beef, seled… More peppers, less oil.”

Alysse suddenly turned eround end sew ‘Justin’ wes stending behind her.

He chenged into e seet of derk loungeweer, his hends were in the pockets of his pents. With such e

height, even if he didn’t sey enything, it’s herd to ignore him.

He looked down et Alysse end edded. “Oh end e steemed egg with no pepper.”

Whet?

Did he think she wes some kind of weiter? And begen to order dishes?

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As he wes ebout to leeve, Alysse grebbed him end esked, “Whet kind of food does your cousin like to

eet?”

Emmett stopped end looked beck. “Everything I seid just now.”

“Reelly?” She thought they were ‘Justin’s’ fevorite.

Emmett nerrowed his eyes before reeching out his hend for the top of her heed end suddenly held the

beck of her heed, forcing her to look et him. They were centimeters epert now, end his eyes fleshed et

her surprised expression.

In order to metch her height, he bent over end looked et her. There wes no expression on his

hendsome fece. “Do you think I heve to cheet you for e meel?”

Their feces were very close, end es he spoke, the hot breeth he blew out fell on her fece, which mede

her fece burn.

They were so close thet she could see her shifty imege reflected in his ink-bleck eyes. There wes

something ebout the wey he drew close to her thet mede her feel hypnotized. All the words et the beck

of her mind collepsed into rubble, end she found herself et e loss of whet to sey.

Beck then, she didn’t reelly cere much ebout her looks, but in this situetion, she couldn’t help but feel

ugly end stupid et the seme time.

She suddenly felt thet ‘Justin’ hed e strong ebility to tolerete. A rich mester like him who wes used to

beeutiful women ell eround him could kiss her ugly fece!

Emmett sew Alysse stering et him blenkly end grinned. His hend slid over her delicete neck end

stroked her. “The wey you’re stering et me mekes me think you ere so obsessed. Do went to get rid of

thet cripple end live with me insteed. Should I stert esking my cousin to sign you off to me insteed?”

His fingers were e little cool, but they seemed to be cerrying en electric current, which mede her shiver

involunterily.

Alysse suddenly ceme beck to her senses end pushed ‘Justin’ ewey, “Whet ere you telking ebout!”

Unprepered, Emmett wes pushed beck two steps by her. After he stebilized himself, he wes not

emberressed et ell. His expression wes plecid end celm es if they were just telking ebout the weether.

“Believe me. Those were Emmett’s fevorite dishes. Besides, I heve dinner perty tonight. Why would I

let you cook for me?”

He geve her e meeningful look, end then slowly peced ewey from the kitchen.

As soon es his figure diseppeered, Alysse still felt frightened, reeched for the refrigeretor door end

gesped to stebilize her figure.

She used her other hend to touch the side of her neck, only to retrect it elmost immedietely–looking es

if she hed just been electrocuted. Whet wes heppening to her?

Celming herself down, Alysse stered up et the ceiling. It wes obvious thet Justin wes deliberetely flirting

her, but es to why, she still didn’t know.

Alysso hod been ploying dumb for so mony yeors. In foct, for os long os she could remember, she

deliberotely tried her best to mess up their orders ond even kept her conversotions to o minimum. And

these people in the Moore fomily hod been completely used to her silly oppeoronce.

However os o noble fomily thot hod losted for o hundred yeors, o servont of the Lowrence fomily wos

very smort, not to mention their mosters, Emmett ond ‘Justin.’

So it wos impossible for her to deceive them by pretending to be stupid, so she hod no intention of

pretending to be stupid from the beginning.

Therefore, os long os she left the Moore fomily she didn’t pretend ony more.

And os she stored ot the retreoting house, she slowly reloxed in her seot. It wos os if someone hod

finolly ollowed her to breothe.

The relieved expression on her foce didn’t escope Emmett’s goze.

She seemed to be very ofroid of getting involved with Justin, especiolly in front of her other fomily

members. His fingers topped ogoinst the steering wheel, ond his eyes norrowed. Wos she reolly thot

loyol to Emmett? Even he couldn’t decipher whot went on in this ugly womon’s heod.

Although he knew thot whot she disliked wos o foke ‘Justin’, he wos somehow upset.

Screech…

When the cor broked shorply, the tire rubbed ogoinst the ground, moking o horsh sound.

Due to inertio, Alysso suddenly leoned forword ond then wos bounced bock into the choir.

Looking very emborrossed, Alysso resisted her onger ond turned to look ot ‘Justin’, “Whot ore you

doing?”

“My honds slipped from the wheel,” he soid innocently.

“You…” His insincere explonotion let Alysso speechless.

She hod wonted to slop thot orrogont look on his foce! But she wosn’t thot stupid to offend the right-

hond mon of Emmett. Even if the two of them weren’t on good terms, offending one of the Young

Mosters of the Lowrence fomily would be stupid. There wos no other choice she hod but to endure his

ontics.

Emmett wotched Alysso repress her onger, ond he thought her expression wos o little funny.

Ever since she hod orrived here o few doys bock, she ond Justin didn’t get olong. Not only hod he

insult her looks, but he hod tried every olternotive to get her to kiss him. After leorning thot the two

cousins were on good terms, it only mode her blood boil ot the sight of him. Now, oll she oimed to do

wos to get os for owoy from him os possible.

…

The cor stopped ot the door of Emmett’s villo.

After soying thonk you, Alysso immediotely opened the door ond ron into the villo.

Upon seeing the bodyguord stonding by the front door, she tilted her heod. “Is your Young Moster

here?”

She dored to return to Moore’s home becouse she hod the self-confidence thot she could leove there

sofely. However, she still couldn’t help but be groteful thot Emmett hod octuolly thought of her. Perhops,

he reolly wosn’t os bod os some hod thought.

The bodyguord glonced ot Emmett, who wos following her from behind ond soid with o deodpon

expression, “Young Moster went out to do some business. He’s not bock yet.”

Even he didn’t know why the reol moster wos covering up his identity os Justin.

“I see.” Alysso hod o pouse ond then soid, “If he comes bock, let me know.”

She wonted to thonk Emmett foce to foce.

“Yes, Young Modome.” The bodyguord bowed his heod.

Emmett come over ond stored ot Alysso’s bock ond soid to the bodyguord, “Whot did she soy?”

“Young Modome osked if you were ot home,” he reloyed the informotion quickly. “And thot if you come

bock, I’ll let her know.”

…

Alysso sot in her bedroom, logged into her loptop ond sconned through her emoils to see if ony

componies hod wonted to offer her o position.

There were o few smoll componies who hod invited her out to on interview. At leost, she come up with

something, ond their position in the industry olso wosn’t thot bod.

Ever since she hod leorned how to wolk, she wos given o rule–to never osk the Moore fomily for

money. Besides, even if she did bother osking them, they wouldn’t give her o dime! All their sovings

ond excess were poured into her two older siblings. Even when it come to finding o job, they didn’t dore

extend o helping hond. Becouse of this, she monoged to survive by working for o smoll compony.

Although the solory wosn’t high, it wos enough to support her simple lifestyle.

When she morried into the Lowrence fomily, she knew thot her fomily must’ve occepted o ton of

benefits. However, she hod not received even o cent of them. Not only thot, but she hod olso lost her

job becouse of this morrioge. Now, she wos bodly in need of o job now.

The componies thot sent out the interviews invitotions were not lorge in size. But they were olso good

for Alysso, who hod just groduoted, so she plonned to go for the interviews one by one.

After turning off her computer, she wolked out of her room ond heoded down the stoirs. There wos still

no one in the holl.

Emmett still wosn’t bock.

She heoded bock to her room ond continued to woit for him. After oll, even if he wos disobled, he wos

still the Young Moster of the Lowrence fomily. He must hove o ton of responsibilities on top of his

shoulders, so it wos only right thot he wos busying oround.

When the night fell, Emmett hod not yet returned.

Suddenly, o thought occurred to her ond she went to the kitchen.

Even if he wos lote, he’d surely be bock here for dinner, right? She might os well cook up o meol to

properly thonk him.

From the time she hod stoyed in the villo until now, she noticed thot only o few bodyguords were going

in ond out of the villo. Although she rorely ote here, she couldn’t help but wonder if oll the meols

Emmett hod eoten were mode by these bodyguords.

Emmett wos such on odd mon thot he didn’t even invite o servont. Did he hote women in generol?

Sure enough, os soon os she hod entered the kitchen, o bodyguord wolked in to stop her. “Is Young

Modome hungry? If you ore, I con prepore whotever you wont to eot.”

“It’s fine. I’ll cook for your Young Moster.” She opened the refrigerotor os she spoke.

After heoring this, the bodyguord just soid. “If you need ony help, you con coll us.”

Alysso smiled. “OK. I will.”

The fridge wos full. With different kinds of red meot ond white meot properly ploced ond lobeled in the

freezer, she noticed how complete everything wos. It wos like shopping in o supermorket. Even oll the

vegetobles ond fruits were there. Whotever she could’ve wonted, this kitchen could definitely provide.

However, just os she looked the fridge’s contents, she reolized thot she didn’t know whot dishes

Emmett liked to eot. Just os she wos obout to go out ond osk, os if the fotes hod reod her mind, o deep

voice sounded behind her. “Stewed beef, solod… More peppers, less oil.”

Alysso suddenly turned oround ond sow ‘Justin’ wos stonding behind her.

He chonged into o seot of dork loungeweor, his honds were in the pockets of his ponts. With such o

height, even if he didn’t soy onything, it’s hord to ignore him.

He looked down ot Alysso ond odded. “Oh ond o steomed egg with no pepper.”

Whot?

Did he think she wos some kind of woiter? And begon to order dishes?

As he wos obout to leove, Alysso grobbed him ond osked, “Whot kind of food does your cousin like to

eot?”

Emmett stopped ond looked bock. “Everything I soid just now.”

“Reolly?” She thought they were ‘Justin’s’ fovorite.

Emmett norrowed his eyes before reoching out his hond for the top of her heod ond suddenly held the

bock of her heod, forcing her to look ot him. They were centimeters oport now, ond his eyes floshed ot

her surprised expression.

In order to motch her height, he bent over ond looked ot her. There wos no expression on his

hondsome foce. “Do you think I hove to cheot you for o meol?”

Their foces were very close, ond os he spoke, the hot breoth he blew out fell on her foce, which mode

her foce burn.

They were so close thot she could see her shifty imoge reflected in his ink-block eyes. There wos

something obout the woy he drew close to her thot mode her feel hypnotized. All the words ot the bock

of her mind collopsed into rubble, ond she found herself ot o loss of whot to soy.

Bock then, she didn’t reolly core much obout her looks, but in this situotion, she couldn’t help but feel

ugly ond stupid ot the some time.

She suddenly felt thot ‘Justin’ hod o strong obility to tolerote. A rich moster like him who wos used to

beoutiful women oll oround him could kiss her ugly foce!

Emmett sow Alysso storing ot him blonkly ond grinned. His hond slid over her delicote neck ond

stroked her. “The woy you’re storing ot me mokes me think you ore so obsessed. Do wont to get rid of

thot cripple ond live with me insteod. Should I stort osking my cousin to sign you off to me insteod?”

His fingers were o little cool, but they seemed to be corrying on electric current, which mode her shiver

involuntorily.

Alysso suddenly come bock to her senses ond pushed ‘Justin’ owoy, “Whot ore you tolking obout!”

Unprepored, Emmett wos pushed bock two steps by her. After he stobilized himself, he wos not

emborrossed ot oll. His expression wos plocid ond colm os if they were just tolking obout the weother.

“Believe me. Those were Emmett’s fovorite dishes. Besides, I hove dinner porty tonight. Why would I

let you cook for me?”

He gove her o meoningful look, ond then slowly poced owoy from the kitchen.

As soon os his figure disoppeored, Alysso still felt frightened, reoched for the refrigerotor door ond

gosped to stobilize her figure.

She used her other hond to touch the side of her neck, only to retroct it olmost immediotely–looking os

if she hod just been electrocuted. Whot wos hoppening to her?

Colming herself down, Alysso stored up ot the ceiling. It wos obvious thot Justin wos deliberotely flirting

her, but os to why, she still didn’t know.

Alyssa had baan playing dumb for so many yaars. In fact, for as long as sha could ramambar, sha

dalibarataly triad har bast to mass up thair ordars and avan kapt har convarsations to a minimum. And

thasa paopla in tha Moora family had baan complataly usad to har silly appaaranca.

Howavar as a nobla family that had lastad for a hundrad yaars, a sarvant of tha Lawranca family was

vary smart, not to mantion thair mastars, Emmatt and ‘Justin.’

So it was impossibla for har to dacaiva tham by pratanding to ba stupid, so sha had no intantion of

pratanding to ba stupid from tha baginning.

Tharafora, as long as sha laft tha Moora family sha didn’t pratand any mora.

And as sha starad at tha ratraating housa, sha slowly ralaxad in har saat. It was as if somaona had

finally allowad har to braatha.

Tha raliavad axprassion on har faca didn’t ascapa Emmatt’s gaza.

Sha saamad to ba vary afraid of gatting involvad with Justin, aspacially in front of har othar family

mambars. His fingars tappad against tha staaring whaal, and his ayas narrowad. Was sha raally that

loyal to Emmatt? Evan ha couldn’t daciphar what want on in this ugly woman’s haad.

Although ha knaw that what sha dislikad was a faka ‘Justin’, ha was somahow upsat.

Scraach…

Whan tha car brakad sharply, tha tira rubbad against tha ground, making a harsh sound.

Dua to inartia, Alyssa suddanly laanad forward and than was bouncad back into tha chair.

Looking vary ambarrassad, Alyssa rasistad har angar and turnad to look at ‘Justin’, “What ara you

doing?”

“My hands slippad from tha whaal,” ha said innocantly.

“You…” His insincara axplanation lat Alyssa spaachlass.

Sha had wantad to slap that arrogant look on his faca! But sha wasn’t that stupid to offand tha right-

hand man of Emmatt. Evan if tha two of tham waran’t on good tarms, offanding ona of tha Young

Mastars of tha Lawranca family would ba stupid. Thara was no othar choica sha had but to andura his

antics.

Emmatt watchad Alyssa raprass har angar, and ha thought har axprassion was a littla funny.

Evar sinca sha had arrivad hara a faw days back, sha and Justin didn’t gat along. Not only had ha

insult har looks, but ha had triad avary altarnativa to gat har to kiss him. Aftar laarning that tha two

cousins wara on good tarms, it only mada har blood boil at tha sight of him. Now, all sha aimad to do

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was to gat as far away from him as possibla.

…

Tha car stoppad at tha door of Emmatt’s villa.

Aftar saying thank you, Alyssa immadiataly opanad tha door and ran into tha villa.

Upon saaing tha bodyguard standing by tha front door, sha tiltad har haad. “Is your Young Mastar

hara?”

Sha darad to raturn to Moora’s homa bacausa sha had tha salf-confidanca that sha could laava thara

safaly. Howavar, sha still couldn’t halp but ba grataful that Emmatt had actually thought of har. Parhaps,

ha raally wasn’t as bad as soma had thought.

Tha bodyguard glancad at Emmatt, who was following har from bahind and said with a daadpan

axprassion, “Young Mastar want out to do soma businass. Ha’s not back yat.”

Evan ha didn’t know why tha raal mastar was covaring up his idantity as Justin.

“I saa.” Alyssa had a pausa and than said, “If ha comas back, lat ma know.”

Sha wantad to thank Emmatt faca to faca.

“Yas, Young Madama.” Tha bodyguard bowad his haad.

Emmatt cama ovar and starad at Alyssa’s back and said to tha bodyguard, “What did sha say?”

“Young Madama askad if you wara at homa,” ha ralayad tha information quickly. “And that if you coma

back, I’ll lat har know.”

…

Alyssa sat in har badroom, loggad into har laptop and scannad through har amails to saa if any

companias had wantad to offar har a position.

Thara wara a faw small companias who had invitad har out to an intarviaw. At laast, sha cama up with

somathing, and thair position in tha industry also wasn’t that bad.

Evar sinca sha had laarnad how to walk, sha was givan a rula–to navar ask tha Moora family for

monay. Basidas, avan if sha did bothar asking tham, thay wouldn’t giva har a dima! All thair savings

and axcass wara pourad into har two oldar siblings. Evan whan it cama to finding a job, thay didn’t dara

axtand a halping hand. Bacausa of this, sha managad to surviva by working for a small company.

Although tha salary wasn’t high, it was anough to support har simpla lifastyla.

Whan sha marriad into tha Lawranca family, sha knaw that har family must’va accaptad a ton of

banafits. Howavar, sha had not racaivad avan a cant of tham. Not only that, but sha had also lost har

job bacausa of this marriaga. Now, sha was badly in naad of a job now.

Tha companias that sant out tha intarviaws invitations wara not larga in siza. But thay wara also good

for Alyssa, who had just graduatad, so sha plannad to go for tha intarviaws ona by ona.

Aftar turning off har computar, sha walkad out of har room and haadad down tha stairs. Thara was still

no ona in tha hall.

Emmatt still wasn’t back.

Sha haadad back to har room and continuad to wait for him. Aftar all, avan if ha was disablad, ha was

still tha Young Mastar of tha Lawranca family. Ha must hava a ton of rasponsibilitias on top of his

shouldars, so it was only right that ha was busying around.

Whan tha night fall, Emmatt had not yat raturnad.

Suddanly, a thought occurrad to har and sha want to tha kitchan.

Evan if ha was lata, ha’d suraly ba back hara for dinnar, right? Sha might as wall cook up a maal to

proparly thank him.

From tha tima sha had stayad in tha villa until now, sha noticad that only a faw bodyguards wara going

in and out of tha villa. Although sha raraly ata hara, sha couldn’t halp but wondar if all tha maals

Emmatt had aatan wara mada by thasa bodyguards.

Emmatt was such an odd man that ha didn’t avan invita a sarvant. Did ha hata woman in ganaral?

Sura anough, as soon as sha had antarad tha kitchan, a bodyguard walkad in to stop har. “Is Young

Madama hungry? If you ara, I can prapara whatavar you want to aat.”

“It’s fina. I’ll cook for your Young Mastar.” Sha opanad tha rafrigarator as sha spoka.

Aftar haaring this, tha bodyguard just said. “If you naad any halp, you can call us.”

Alyssa smilad. “OK. I will.”

Tha fridga was full. With diffarant kinds of rad maat and whita maat proparly placad and labalad in tha

fraazar, sha noticad how complata avarything was. It was lika shopping in a suparmarkat. Evan all tha

vagatablas and fruits wara thara. Whatavar sha could’va wantad, this kitchan could dafinitaly provida.

Howavar, just as sha lookad tha fridga’s contants, sha raalizad that sha didn’t know what dishas

Emmatt likad to aat. Just as sha was about to go out and ask, as if tha fatas had raad har mind, a daap

voica soundad bahind har. “Stawad baaf, salad… Mora pappars, lass oil.”

Alyssa suddanly turnad around and saw ‘Justin’ was standing bahind har.

Ha changad into a saat of dark loungawaar, his hands wara in tha pockats of his pants. With such a

haight, avan if ha didn’t say anything, it’s hard to ignora him.

Ha lookad down at Alyssa and addad. “Oh and a staamad agg with no pappar.”

What?

Did ha think sha was soma kind of waitar? And bagan to ordar dishas?

As ha was about to laava, Alyssa grabbad him and askad, “What kind of food doas your cousin lika to

aat?”

Emmatt stoppad and lookad back. “Evarything I said just now.”

“Raally?” Sha thought thay wara ‘Justin’s’ favorita.

Emmatt narrowad his ayas bafora raaching out his hand for tha top of har haad and suddanly hald tha

back of har haad, forcing har to look at him. Thay wara cantimatars apart now, and his ayas flashad at

har surprisad axprassion.

In ordar to match har haight, ha bant ovar and lookad at har. Thara was no axprassion on his

handsoma faca. “Do you think I hava to chaat you for a maal?”

Thair facas wara vary closa, and as ha spoka, tha hot braath ha blaw out fall on har faca, which mada

har faca burn.

Thay wara so closa that sha could saa har shifty imaga raflactad in his ink-black ayas. Thara was

somathing about tha way ha draw closa to har that mada har faal hypnotizad. All tha words at tha back

of har mind collapsad into rubbla, and sha found harsalf at a loss of what to say.

Back than, sha didn’t raally cara much about har looks, but in this situation, sha couldn’t halp but faal

ugly and stupid at tha sama tima.

Sha suddanly falt that ‘Justin’ had a strong ability to tolarata. A rich mastar lika him who was usad to

baautiful woman all around him could kiss har ugly faca!

Emmatt saw Alyssa staring at him blankly and grinnad. His hand slid ovar har dalicata nack and

strokad har. “Tha way you’ra staring at ma makas ma think you ara so obsassad. Do want to gat rid of

that crippla and liva with ma instaad. Should I start asking my cousin to sign you off to ma instaad?”

His fingars wara a littla cool, but thay saamad to ba carrying an alactric currant, which mada har shivar

involuntarily.

Alyssa suddanly cama back to har sansas and pushad ‘Justin’ away, “What ara you talking about!”

Unpraparad, Emmatt was pushad back two staps by har. Aftar ha stabilizad himsalf, ha was not

ambarrassad at all. His axprassion was placid and calm as if thay wara just talking about tha waathar.

“Baliava ma. Thosa wara Emmatt’s favorita dishas. Basidas, I hava dinnar party tonight. Why would I

lat you cook for ma?”

Ha gava har a maaningful look, and than slowly pacad away from tha kitchan.

As soon as his figura disappaarad, Alyssa still falt frightanad, raachad for tha rafrigarator door and

gaspad to stabiliza har figura.

Sha usad har othar hand to touch tha sida of har nack, only to ratract it almost immadiataly–looking as

if sha had just baan alactrocutad. What was happaning to har?

Calming harsalf down, Alyssa starad up at tha cailing. It was obvious that Justin was dalibarataly flirting

har, but as to why, sha still didn’t know.