Chapter 5 A Lucky Day
Hearing my words, Janet was stunned. Her eyes dimmed a little as she looked back at Trystan and pulled his sleeve, saying softly, “Trystan, I was willful last night. I disturbed both you and Evie. Can you ask her to have breakfast with us? Just take it as my apology, please.”
I sneered inwardly.
Indeed, some people didn’t need to do anything but act coquettishly and show weakness to get affection beyond other people’s reach.
Trystan had originally paid me no attention, but when Janet said that, he glanced at me and ordered, “Eat with me.”
His tone was cool and commanding.
Did I feel hurt? I was already numb.
I forced a smile and nodded. “Thank you.”
I could never flatly refuse Trystan because he was someone whom I had fallen in love with at first sight and could never forget.
I thought it was my lucky day since I tasted the food made by Trystan for the first time. Fried eggs and cereal were nothing special, but they meant something to me. I had always thought that a chosen one like Trystan would only command others.
“Evie, try the fried eggs Trystan made. They’re fragrant. When Trystan and I were together, he always made fried eggs for me,” Janet urged while putting a fried egg on my plate.
Then, with a sweet smile, she gave one to Trystan as well. “Trystan, you promised to go to South River with me to see the flowers today. You can’t go back on your word.”
“OK,” Trystan responded while eating his breakfast elegantly. He was always silent, but whenever Janet asked him to do something, he would agree.
Lanny seemed to be used to this already as he ate his breakfast gracefully. He was quietly watching us as if he was an outsider.
I lowered my eyes with a frown. Arnold’s funeral was today. If Trystan left with Janet, what would happen in the Compton’s home?
I could not enjoy my breakfast at all. After taking a few bites of food, I saw Trystan head upstairs to change his clothes. I put my cutlery down and followed him.
In the bedroom.
Trystan knew that I was following him. He asked indifferently, “What’s the matter?”
With that, he casually took off his clothes, exposing his sturdy figure. I subconsciously turned around with my back to him. “Grandpa’s funeral is today.”
I heard the sound of him putting on clothes and zipping his zipper. He said frostily, “You can go by yourself.”
I frowned. “He is your grandfather, Trystan.” Trystan was the eldest grandson of the Compton family. If he didn’t attend the funeral, what would his family think?
“I’ve told Devan Doyle to handle the funeral. You can talk with him about the details,” he said without emotion as if he were explaining something irrelevant to him.
Seeing him walk toward his study, I quickly raised my voice and said sadly, “Trystan, is everyone other than Janet unimportant to you? Is your family nothing to you?”
He paused before turning to look at me with narrowed eyes. He told me coldly, “You’re in no position to nag me about my family matters.”
After a moment, he curved his lips and said disdainfully, “You’re not qualified.”
His words pierced my heart. I felt a chill all over.
As I listened to him walking away, I gave a bitter smile.
He said I was not qualified.
I sneered inwardly.
Two years had passed. Yet, I failed to soften his cold heart.
“I thought you were just thick-skinned, and I never expected you to be so nosy.” A mocking voice sounded.
I turned around and saw Janet leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. Her cute and innocent face became cold.
