CHAPTER 99: CHAPTER 99: KIND COUSIN

Alexander Parker really liked the night, especially the damp and icy night right after the rain. At times like these, dissecting a perfectly beautiful human body with his own hands would make him even happier.

He was crazily eager to see Isabella Weaver.

But before meeting Isabella, he tossed aside every sharp tool he carried, even trimmed his nails, to prevent himself from accidentally hurting her in his joy.

An hour later, he appeared at the guesthouse.

"Little Isabella, why haven’t you slept yet?"

Alexander Parker was in an excellent mood, wandering around the guesthouse, marveling at the stark difference between his two cousins — one was as foolish as a pig and didn’t study, while the other was exceptionally smart and diligently studious.

He sure liked the right person!

Of course, his cheerful mood wasn’t because of this, but because his hunch was spot-on: Isabella Weaver and her fiancé weren’t living together as he predicted.

"How do you know I’m staying here?"

Isabella Weaver sat quietly at the desk, unfazed by Alexander Parker’s arrival.

"When I saw you today, I put a tracking device on your car."

Isabella Weaver sighed. He was honest, saying everything outright.

"Cousin, I’m hungry."

"I don’t have any food here. You’d better go home to eat!"

"My dad got mad at me for getting into a fight again and won’t let me eat."

Oh, wonderful!

Ryan Parker is quite sensible!

He should indeed be starved, so he won’t have the energy to wreak havoc.

"Cousin, don’t curse me in your heart, I can hear it."

Isabella Weaver was exasperated. Could he even know if she muttered a few words to herself?

Definitely not a normal person!

"Cousin, you have instant noodles here, make me a bowl, I haven’t eaten since this afternoon."

Then how did he have the energy to bother her?

"Cousin, make it yourself, I’m quite busy."

"My arm was crippled in the fight, no strength to make it."

"Then stay hungry!" Harry Hunter broke his arm, why not his legs?

Alexander Parker dragged a chair over to sit beside her, watching her fixated on the computer while ignoring him, he reached out with his unharmed arm to touch her long hair.

"Cousin, your hair is so beautiful, I really like it."

As he spoke, he plucked a few strands, causing Isabella Weaver to knit her brows in pain.

He wanted to pluck more, but Isabella Weaver leaned back, covering her head: "Stop plucking, do you want me to become bald?"

Previously, Alexander had raised a little bird. Seeing its nice feathers, he liked it so much that he would pluck them every day until the bird went bald!

Isabella Weaver didn’t want to end up like that!

"Cousin, your hands are really beautiful, pulling the fingers off should taste quite good." Alexander Parker caressed Isabella Weaver’s hand, thinking about it but restraining himself.

"Little Isabella, your feet are so pretty too, cut them off and let me eat them!" Phew, lucky he tossed the knife before coming.

"Hmm, cousin, your neck is really white, the blood vessels are jumping, if only I could take a bite..."

Isabella Weaver finally couldn’t take it anymore: "Cousin! I’ll make you instant noodles!"

If she didn’t feed him now, she’d soon be dead herself.

The instant noodles were left there by the guesthouse owner previously; Isabella Weaver didn’t bother checking whether it was expired, just boiled some hot water and made the noodles for him, placed them in front of him.

Alexander Parker looked up with a radiant smile: "Cousin treats me so well!"

He was truly good-looking, appearing like a pure and kind youth when not being aggressive, satisfied with just a simple bowl of instant noodles.

The doctor also said he’s merely sick and should be treated with more tolerance. Isabella Weaver regretted not checking the noodles’ expiration date; what if he got an upset stomach?

While she was still feeling guilty, Alexander Parker continued: "There’s no meat in the noodles, cousin, cut off a few fingers for me as sausages! I love crispy sausages, your fingers look quite crispy too."