Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

Chapter 118

When Alastor was on the crowded bus with Anastasia, his expression had already darkened.

He wondered, “Is this how Anastasia usually goes back and forth every day to buy ingredients and cook?”

Suddenly, the bus braked, and Alastor almost lost his balance.

On the contrary, Anastasia kept her footing firmly because she was used to it.

Alastor was very unhappy. He grabbed the handle and stood beside Anastasia to protect her. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

But Anastasia did not feel anything.

“In the future, ask the butler to buy the ingredients and bring them over.” Alastor was very unhappy.

“At first, the ingredients were bought by the butler. You forgot you said the vegetables bought by the butler were not tender enough. But you would eat a few bites of the vegetables I bought,” Anastasia said indifferently and calmly.

Alastor went speechless. He knew he seemed to be picky indeed.

He thought the butler was the one that had been buying the ingredients for so long.

When the bus arrived at the next stop, a group of women squeezed in, and the bus became more crowded.

Alastor, who had mysophobia, had an even darker expression.

Meanwhile, Anastasia looked out of the window calmly and very quietly. Alastor felt the anger in his heart, which he could not vent out and was hard to bear.

Alastor sighed and looked at Anastasia. “How long will it take to reach?” “There are two more stops. It’s very close.”

Alastor was finally relieved after hearing that.

When the bus arrived at the stop, that group of women rushed down and almost pushed Alastor into the ditch.

Alastor was helpless and looked at Anastasia with resentment.

Anastasia ignored him.

Alastor was upset and said, “You didn’t treat me like this before. Even though it was just acting, you have to do it properly. Don’t upset me.” Anastasia looked at Alastor indifferently with a fake smile. “Come on. Let’s go in and buy the ingredients.”

Alastor snorted and followed Anastasia closely. He was so close that one might think Alastor feared that Anastasia would run away.

Anastasia ignored Alastor and chose the ingredients on her own.

In the past four years, she had a clear understanding of Alastor’s taste and his preference.

“I want to eat that.” Alastor was like an angry child, pointing at a row of fresh asparagus.

Anastasia picked one and looked carefully.

“How do you pick them?” Alastor also took one, very confused.

“Do you want to learn how to cook and pick ingredients?” Anastasia asked Alastor.

Alastor was gloomy and looked away. “What? Can’t I?”

“Can… Why not?” Anastasia laughed ironically.

She thought, “Sure enough, no love means no love. For the sake of Felicia, Alastor is willing to learn to buy ingredients and cook.”

She pointed to the end of the asparagus with her numb finger and explained, “Here, you should choose those with soft and tender fibers and short segments.”

Alastor listened carefully.

“For potatoes, you should choose yellow potatoes without sprouts. It will taste softer when cooked in soup.”

Anastasia’s voice was calm.

“What about the ribs?” Alastor asked.

“For ribs, they must be fresh and not frozen.”

They had been shopping in the farmer’s market for a long time. When they left, Alastor was splashed with mud by a car.

His expression was very dark, and he looked at the car with deep eyes. He was so angry that he wanted to curse.

“That’s what the farmer’s market looks like. Everyone is busy with life and

rushing home to care of their families, cook, and do housework. No one cares about you. Who asked you to stand next to the puddle,” Anastasia said lightly.

Alastor was a little angry.

“I-I…” he stammered for a long time and could not say anything.

Alastor did not speak until he stood by the road, carrying a lot of ingredients and waiting for the bus. He asked, “Anastasia, are you the one who carries these many things home on ordinary days?”

Anastasia looked back at Alastor and retorted, “Otherwise, who else?”

“I… should find you a housekeeper,” Alastor whispered.

Anastasia laughed ironically and said, “Do you know what time I usually get up in the morning? .”

When she got up, Alastor was still sleeping…

But later, he did not sleep at home most of the time.

He never told Anastasia clearly if he did not spend the night at home. So every day, she prepared three meals for him attentively.