Chapter 335
As soon as Alaric walked in, he hugged Claire and burst into tears.
"Mom, I’ve been wandering for over a month! I missed you so much that I lost weight. If the next competition wasn’t in West End, close to Rosemont City, my coach wouldn’t have let me come home."
"Alright, enough with the sweet talk," Claire replied, pushing him away with a look of disdain. "You just want to eat my cooking. Don’t pretend it’s about missing me."
"Isn’t that the same thing?" Alaric leaned in, rubbing against her arm. "No one cooks like my mom. I’ll never find a wife who can cook as well as you."
"Oh, come on." Claire poked his forehead. "You want to marry someone just so she can cook for you? If that’s all you want, just hire a chef. Our restaurant’s chefs are pretty good."
"No way. They aren’t women," Alaric whined. "Even if they were, they can’t match your beauty and personality. I don’t want anyone who can’t reach your level."
"Enough," Claire warned, afraid she might start believing him. "Lockwood’s Detective Diary is starting in a few minutes. I’ll whip up some delicious food for you. You just relax for now."
"Mom, you’re the best!" Alaric kissed her cheek and cheered. "I completed three rounds of the tour! I got a first-place, a second-place, and a third-place finish, winning 40 thousand dollars. I ordered a high-end massage chair for you. It’ll be delivered tomorrow morning. I also bought some gifts for my grandparents.
"I got Maria a set of high-end skincare products, a Polaroid camera for Josie, and a box of canned food for Dolli.
"Avery, I won the championship this time! Adalynn Miranda, the first Zolin Grand Slam winner and currently ranked third in women’s tennis, personally awarded me the trophy. I even took a huge photo with her, and she gave me an autograph. I’m giving you this signed photo as a gift!"
Alaric puffed up his chest, adding, "And none of the other guys at home got gifts."