Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1246 Whatever You Want

Chapter 1246: Chapter 1246 Whatever You Want

"Miss Serval, do you want me to deliver it for you?"

"No need, I’ll deliver it myself."

"Alright, take care."

Lilac Serval took the insulated box and hailed a taxi.

The rain was crazy today, pouring down relentlessly. Even the short walk to the car was enough to soak her coat, her umbrella barely offering any shelter.

She had been to the Cheney Family building before and recognized the corporate tower.

However, when she stood in front of Charles McIntosh, he was still taken aback.

"Why are you here?" Charles thought she wouldn’t come and almost asked his assistant to order a meal.

The files piled up like mountains on his desk, but his fatigue seemed to sweep away upon seeing her.

"I was afraid you’d starve."

Lilac opened the insulated box and arranged the dishes on the table in the compartment.

Charles walked over and glanced— they were all his favorite dishes.

His tastes hadn’t changed much from childhood, but he hadn’t expected that, after all these years, she still remembered.

"Which one did you make yourself?" Charles rolled up his sweater sleeves.

"You guess."

"No need to guess. The worst one must be made by you."

Lilac bristled instantly, pushing him away, "Then don’t eat any of it. You know, I made them all, so they’re all terrible."

Charles held her hand, clasped her wrist, and pulled her into his arms, preventing her from moving.

"Have you eaten yet?" His deep, magnetic voice resonated in her ear, tender and warm.

"Didn’t you see I brought two portions?"

"Oh, let’s eat together then."

Charles could hardly remember how long it had been since he and Lilac had last dined alone— probably last year in Lonton.

That period was probably the most contented time for him.

Their time together was, perhaps, getting shorter.

"Let go," Lilac looked at him indifferently; his arms were still around her waist.

"Sit next to me, can I?"

"Can I say no?"

"You can do whatever you like." Charles’s tone was a bit helpless, but deeply indulgent.

True to his word, he gently let go of her.

Lilac didn’t insist on her way and quietly handed him the rice and chopsticks, sitting beside him on the sofa.

It was raining outside, yet the room was unusually quiet and cozy.

Charles tasted the food she made; it was okay, much improved compared to the former Lilac who couldn’t cook at all.

Lilac just silently ate her food, not talking to him.

She seemed especially serious while eating, her hair falling forward, her expression calm.

Sometimes, Charles would turn his head and catch her delicate profile, rosy with a touch of serene detachment.

He knew she always wanted for nothing, harbored no ambitions; even frequenting glamorous places couldn’t hide the simplicity within her.

Charles didn’t know how many more times they would be this close.

He reached out and tucked her falling hair behind her ear.

This way, he could see her face more clearly.

Lilac turned her head, meeting his gaze.

Her hand, about to pick up a bamboo shoot, froze, "Why are you looking at me? Aren’t you going to eat? Or do you find me tastier than the food?"

"I wouldn’t know if you’re tastier than food," Charles caught her ambiguously phrased remark, his eyes deep, his throat moving slightly.

"Brother McIntosh, all women are pretty much the same. Definitely not as tasty as food, you ought to know..."

Lilac casually kept her head down and continued eating.

Charles fell silent, his cool gaze fixed on her.