CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 90: IS YOUR COMPETITIVE STREAK REALLY THAT STRONG?

The pancakes were quickly done.

Serena swiftly mixed up two small cold dishes and whipped up a bowl of tomato and egg soup.

Sipping the soup.

Eating the dishes.

The scallion beef pancake in hand was so delicious it could make one’s tongue dance with delight.

Then she glanced down at the fluffy-haired 2S, wagging its big broom-like tail against his pants leg.

And the brand new table and brand new bowls and cutlery in front of her.

Wyatt expressed: This is comfort!

Outside the apartment door, Adrian Lockwood was in a foul mood.

After several honks, the door remained shut.

A couple more beeps, and a loud voice broadcast announced: "Warning, warning!!! Non-residents are not allowed entry unless invited! If you are a resident, please contact the property management to register your vehicle info, thank you for your cooperation!"

Last few times he came, the security just let him pass as soon as they saw the car brand, right?

Really, could he drive a Mercedes in and start a kidnapping or extortion?

His expression turned angry, and Adrian called the property management directly, "I’m the owner of Unit 1901 in Building A, could you ask the entrance security to let me in?"

"Unit 1901 in Building A? Please hold on..."

The property management sounded as serious as the police.

The sound of pages flipping echoed, and their voice became even more serious, "We apologize, but Unit 1901 in Building A is registered under only one owner’s name, a lady, and no vehicle is registered under her name. Please leave!"

Adrian: ...

Serena had blocked him, he couldn’t call, couldn’t send a message.

The honking behind him grew persistent.

Adrian’s gaze clouded with frustration.

And they say women are unpredictable.

On one hand, she accepted the gifts he sent her.

On the other hand, she put on airs as if she were too dignified.

Such high temper now!!!

The car turned and headed back to The Lockwood Villa, and Adrian was still irritable upon entering.

"Hubby..."

A surprised scream echoed, and Adrian was caught in Chloe Lynch’s embrace, "Hubby, thank you!"

With a face overflowing with joy, Chloe’s delighted eyes shone brightly, "Weren’t we supposed to get just the white one? Why did you buy both colors? So extravagant!"

Adrian was taken aback.

Looking up, he saw the black and white styled bags on the coffee table and couch.

The packaging box was behind.

The bags were in front.

The corner of a label peeked out discreetly.

Clearly, before he entered, Chloe had been taking photos like crazy.

He knew without a doubt, Serena had called a delivery service to return them.

Adrian was boiling with fury inside.

Outwardly, he remained unaffected, casually saying, "The white one is for you, the black one... for Zoe!"

"Ah..."

She realized too late that she had thought too much.

After a brief moment of disappointment, Chloe quickly adjusted, "Then I’ll repack them later and personally deliver them to Zoe tomorrow, while picking Miles up."

Adrian responded noncommittally.

As he turned to go upstairs, he deeply furrowed his brow.

What exactly did Serena mean?

On one hand, she painstakingly prepared birthday longevity noodles, still showing she cared for him.

On the other hand, she returned the business trip gifts he gave her.

What was this?

Playing hard to get?

"Hubby..."

The call rang from behind him, Adrian turned back and saw Chloe asking, "My parents are urging me again, when do you have time? We’ll have a simple dinner together."

"No..."

He planed to say no.

The words caught in his mouth, suddenly remembering the interact between Chloe and Manager Lynch beside Serena at the municipal bidding conference.

Thinking of them both having the Lynch surname.

Adrian countered with a question, "Manager Lynch from the Hawthorne Corporation, what’s your relation with her?"

"Her..."

Just mentioning Clara Lynch made her furious, Chloe complained, "She is the impostor of the Lynch Family, took my identity for 15 years as Ms. Lynch, but doesn’t know how to be grateful at all."

"She’s just a manager in the project design department at Hawthorne Corporation, yet every time she comes home, she puts on an arrogant stance..."

Chloe kept rambling.

Adrian didn’t listen at all.

He only captured one key point.

Clara Lynch is a manager in the project design department at Hawthorne Corporation.

She’s Serena’s superior.

At the municipal bidding conference that day, Clara and Serena seemed to have a good relationship.

Soon after, Serena hosted a big dinner at home for friends.

Among them, was Clara also present?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt he hadn’t guessed wrong, Adrian looked up at Chloe, "Then arrange it as you see fit..."

???

Chloe froze, lost track of what she was saying.

Since the day Adrian and Serena divorced, she started urging Adrian intentionally and unintentionally.

Mention marriage, he showed a face of not planning to consider it temporarily, being evasive.

Mention meeting parents, he also skirted around the topic.

Unexpectedly, he returned from a business trip.

Changed his mind?

She accidentally forgot his birthday.

Not only did he not blame her, but he also brought her the promised gifts and agreed to go back and meet her parents after all?

Excited to the point of speechlessness, Chloe asked in disbelief, "Then... tomorrow?"

Tomorrow was Sunday.

To avoid prolonging things, they should meet tomorrow.

Best if the matter could be settled at the dinner table, maybe by her birthday next month, she could already be married to Adrian.

Announcing herself as Mrs. Lockwood on her birthday would be her gift to herself this year.

Moreover, she could fiercely slap Clara in the face.

Chloe suddenly felt, this wasn’t a birthday gift, it was clearly Adrian’s weapon for retaliation, pinning Clara...

Right, as well as Serena.

Pinning both of them, leaving them no room for reversal in her presence.

Mistress?

Seductress?

He who laughs last, laughs best, she would let them see clearly, who was the real victor in the end.

"Hubby, tomorrow, alright?"

Chloe looked at Adrian expectantly.

Adrian nodded, "Alright! Remember to invite your sister too."

Definitely!

Such a perfect chance to slap them in the face, how could she pass up on it!

Wasn’t Clara always saying she was living in a fantasy, thinking Adrian was just playing around?

She would bring Adrian right in front of her, let her open her eyes wide and see clearly, who played who!!!

Getting more and more excited, Chloe forgot about taking photos of the bags, hurriedly went off to make a call.

"Mom, where’s Dad?"

Chloe’s voice echoed from downstairs.

Adrian turned and went upstairs.

By Monday, Serena would hear from Clara about him visiting Chloe’s parents.

Wasn’t she always putting on a show?

It’s time to give her a bit of a crisis!

This Mrs. Lockwood title she doesn’t want, there’s plenty who do!

As the hangover faded, Adrian pulled the duvet over himself and slept soundly.

The phone dinged.

Something fresh seemed to have emerged.

Serena grabbed her phone, just seeing Clara’s message.

[Your ex-husband is going to my house to meet the parents!!!]

[??? What does that have to do with me?]

[...You’re right! We must say goodbye to the old to welcome the new! And you? Sister, you’ve got to hurry up! With your ex-husband moving at this pace, we absolutely can’t lose!!! Quickly, get up and find yourself a little wolf or a little puppy, just grab one and start having fun! Don’t be outdone by your ex-husband!!!]

Are people this competitive?

Serena: ...

"What are you laughing at?... Is it that funny?"

A fluffy head peeked from behind the sofa.

Serena deftly concealed her phone, unsure of how much Wyatt had seen.

Wyatt’s gaze narrowed slightly.