Chapter 141: A Business Matter
Days passed with Rain and Alexander settling into his penthouse, just as planned. As they had expected, her father-in-law didn’t push too hard for them to stay at the ancestral mansion.
Alexander had become quite convincing in his efforts to assure his father that they needed private time to work on their marriage, just the two of them under the same roof.
Rain had also spoken to her father-in-law in private, explaining that this arrangement gave her the perfect opportunity to show Alexander how she could personally take care of him and, hopefully, make him fall for her. Her father-in-law agreed to the plan but with one condition: Sundays would be reserved as family days, where they’d all gather together.
It was the second day Rain woke up in the room beside Alexander’s bedroom. She had decided to sleep there instead of sharing a room with him, playing hard to get—but she knew that act wouldn’t last long. She was curious to see what Alexander would do next to convince her to give in to what he wanted.
"Five," she murmured, glancing at the wall clock. She hoped she had woken up first so she could prepare breakfast. For the past two days since moving into the penthouse, Alexander had been the one making their morning meals.
Quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth, Rain headed out to the kitchen.
"Yes!" she exclaimed softly when she noticed the kitchen lights were still off.
Whenever she woke up at six, Alexander was usually close to finishing breakfast. She put on some soft music, just loud enough for background noise, and began preparing the dishes. She also packed lunch boxes for later, mentally noting to remind Tyron to heat them up if they got cold. But hopefully, the thermal lunch boxes she bought would do their job.
"You’re up early." The sudden warmth of Alexander’s breath on her ear made her nearly jump out of her skin.
"Oh, right," she mumbled with a gulp, trying to focus on stirring the beef brisket she was cooking. Her heart pounded as Alexander rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Isn’t that too much for breakfast?" he commented, his face so close that if she turned, her lips would undoubtedly brush against his.