Chapter 114
As soon as he finished speaking, he deftly peeled the banana himself and took a big bite.
Kingsley glanced at the bag Thurston had placed on the coffee table. Inside lay a lonely bunch of bananas and a few apples. He raised an eyebrow, his tone full of disdain. “This is the fruit you brought? Thurston, you have no shame p>
Thurston finished one banana and grabbed another, peeling it as he stuffed it into his mouth, speaking indistinctly, “With our relationship, why bother with formalities? Besides, your injury isn’t that serious—if you had matching marks on both sides, I guarantee I’d have brought a giant fruit basket p>
Kingsley gave him a cold look, his thin lips parting to spit out a few words: “You can get out. You aren’t even a third as likable as your daughter p>
Thurston tossed the banana peel into the trash can and retorted with a light laugh, “The feeling is mutual p>
He paused deliberately, teasing, “Anyway, as long as my wife likes me, I don’t need to please anyone else. Why make trouble for myself, right p>
At this moment, a servant stepped forward and reminded softly, “Sir, dinner is served p>
Kingsley stood up and walked toward the dining room. Thurston immediately followed, acting perfectly at home. “Hearing you were injured, I rushed over in such a hurry I haven’t had time to eat. Perfect timing p>
Kingsley was suppressing a fire inside and didn’t bother engaging with him. He just glanced at him indifferently and kept walking.
In the dining room, Thurston sat directly opposite him, his eyes falling on Kingsley’s face again as he asked with interest, “I’m really curious who hit you. They’ve got guts p>
“What do you think?” Kingsley picked up his spoon, his tone devoid of emotion.
Thurston paused, then smiled knowingly. “Got it. To run into each other like that… Switzerland is too small p>
Kingsley didn’t reply. He lowered his head and drank his soup, the porcelain spoon clinking softly against the bowl.
Seeing he wasn’t speaking, Thurston found another topic. “We’re heading back to the country the day after tomorrow. What about you? When are you leaving p>
“Do I need to report my return to you?” Kingsley put down his spoon and looked up at him, his tone chilly.
“No need,” Thurston waved his hand. “Just letting you know. If the timing works, we could travel together p>
“I don’t want to travel with you,” Kingsley interrupted him rudely.
Thurston rolled his eyes and retorted stubbornly, “Who’s dying to be with you? I was just asking out of politeness. Don’t flatter yourself p>
Before they finished eating, Thurston’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Jane: [Is Kingsley at the company p>
He glanced at Kingsley, who was slowly drinking soup opposite him, and his fingers flew across the screen: He’s at home. His face got smacked. Won’t be going out all afternoon. You guys enjoy yourselves p>
Jane replied quickly: [OK p>
Meanwhile, at the restaurant, Lucy paid the bill. Wyatt’s card had been unfrozen, so he was instantly beaming. He held onto the soft and squishy Seven the entire time, refusing to let go.
Seven was tickled pink, calling out “Uncle” repeatedly with practiced ease.
Afterward, the four adults took the two children outside. The happiest were Molly and Seven. The two little ones ran wild on the lawn lik unbridled ponies. Molly kept holding Seven’s hand, looking every bit the retrable older sister.
Lucy watched the scene and smiled, praising, “Our Molly is such a sensible big sister p>
Wyatt immediately leaned in, patting his chest as he promised, “Lucy, don’t worry! In the future, I’ll definitely take good care of you and Seven p>
“Go for it, I believe in you,” Jane chimed in from the side, a smile in her eyes.
Lucy turned to look at him and smiled. “That sentence is enough. I didn’t spoil you for nothing when you were little p>