My Beloved Man

Chapter 5: Lucky to Enjoy Breakfast Made by Dylan

Hearing what I had said, Camilla looked disappointed. She looked back at Dylan and tugged at the corner of his clothes. "Dylan, I was too much last night and disturbed you and Lacey. Can you asked her to stay and have breakfast with us as my apology?"

I was utterly speechless.

Haha. As I expected, some people didn't need to work hard. As long as they act cute and weak, they could get what others could never have.

Dylan ignored my presence at first. But after Camilla had spoken, he looked at me and said, "Let's eat together!"

His tone was cold and commanding.

Did it hurt? Well, I was already used to it.

I smiled and nodded. "Thank you!"

I was never able to decline any of Dylan's request. I guess I just couldn't let someone I loved so much like him go.

I was really lucky to ever have breakfast that was made by Dylan. This was the first time. He fried eggs and sausages, an ordinary meal. Yet somehow, something felt different. I always thought that a man like him was held in the hands of God, that he was a dominant man who had everything under his control.

"Lacey, Dylan fried this egg. Try it out. It's really fragrant. When we spend time together, he always fries eggs for me," Camilla said as she put an egg onto my plate.

Then, she gave Dylan another egg with a sweet smile and said, "Dylan, you promised to see the beautiful flowers in Esher with me today. Don't break your promise."

"Alright!" Dylan said and elegantly ate his breakfast. He had always been quiet, but he seemed to oblige every request of Camilla's.

Benjamin seemed to have gotten used to everything, so he ate his breakfast with elegance and looked at us like an outsider.

I lowered my gaze and couldn't help but frown. This day was Grandpa Thomson's funeral. If Dylan left with Camilla, then what about the funeral?

No one would be able to enjoy breakfast in this situation. I simply took a few bites when I saw Dylan head upstairs to change his clothes after finishing his food. After putting my fork down, I followed him.

In the bedroom.

Dylan knew that I was following him, so he asked with a cold tone, "What is it?"

While speaking, he took off his clothes as if nothing had happened. His well built body was exposed without any cover. Out of instinct, I turned around with my back facing towards him. "Today is Grandpa Thomson's funeral!"

I could hear rustling sounds behind me as he changed his clothes. Not long after, he replied coldly, "You can go alone."

I frowned. "That's your grandpa, Dylan." He was the eldest son of the Thomson family. What would the rest of the Thomson family think if he wasn't present at the funeral?

"I've already put Joe Walsh in charge of the funeral. You can contact him about the details," he said emotionlessly as if he was talking about an unimportant matter.

I felt upset about his cold attitude towards even his own grandpa's funeral. Watching him walk towards the study room, I raised my voice and asked, "Dylan, is Camilla the only one who matters to you? Doesn't anyone else matter? What is family to you?"

He halted and looked back at me. His black eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke with a cold attitude, "You're nobody to make a fuss about the Thomson family."

After a pause, he raised his thin lips and said ironically, "You're way too far from being qualified to do that!"

Those words of his were like a basin of cold water. It washed me cold, down to my limbs and bones.

Listening to his footsteps, I couldn't help but laugh.

I was way too far from being qualified!

Huh!

Even after two years, I still couldn't heat up an ice cold rock.

"I thought you were just shameless. But I didn't expect you to like meddling in other people's business." There was a mocking chuckle coming from somewhere beside me.

It was Camilla, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. The innocence and cuteness on her face had long disappeared, leaving only coldness.