Chapter 12: I'm Not Interested in Women Under 22 Years Old

Chapter 12

Master was very happy and praised her for being sensible, saying many things.

But Chloe Collins was very good at reading people and soon detected from his expressions that he hadn't gotten to the main point yet.

As expected, Master started talking in the next second: "Chlo-Chlo, there's something I want to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"What do you think of our family's second child?"

Second child?

Chloe Collins narrowed her eyes slightly, realizing that Master must be talking about Alexander Foster.

In a flash, she understood the meaning behind his words by combining his facial expressions and gaze. She smiled lightly and said, "Today's incident at the restaurant was just a misunderstanding. I'm a student, and my studies are my priority. I don't engage in romantic relationships."

Master was surprised that she spoke so directly, but his heart felt lighter after hearing her words.

It turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Upon exiting the main building, Chloe Collins saw an elegant woman standing in the doorway.

The woman was in her mid-forties but looked no different than a 35-year-old.

This was Alex's mother, the mistress of the East wing, Evelyn Thompson.

Chloe Collins had only encountered her twice during her five days in the Foster residence. Each time, she was infected by Evelyn's radiant and warm smile, and she couldn't help but also curve her lips.

"Aunt Evelyn," she greeted.

Upon hearing her voice, Evelyn Thompson immediately turned around with a bright smile and stepped forward, asking, "Are you back? Are you tired? Did you eat yet? Are you hungry? Oh dear, why are you wearing so little in autumn? It gets cold at night—here, wear my jacket."

Chloe Collins held her hand in stop: "Thank you, Aunt Evelyn, I don't need it."

"Oh, don't be so formal with me! Your grandfather has already talked to you, right? From now on, you'll live with us. I'm the only woman over there, and you can keep me company. Let the three men spoil us—it'll be perfect!"

Chloe Collins lifted the corners of her mouth without commenting.

Where she lived wasn't important. As long as she stayed in the Fosters residence, it would be convenient for her to look for things.

Entering the east wing, her excellent hearing allowed her to hear the conversation inside the house from far away. It was the sound of a son pleading with his father to buy him a car.

The father seemed to be reading a newspaper and responded perfunctorily: "Ask your mother. If she agrees, I'll buy it for you."

The son expressed his disappointment loudly: "Mom will just listen to my older brother, and he already said he won't buy it for me."

"Then we won't buy it."

"No!"

The boy's screams were piercing, and Chloe Collins couldn't help but touch her ears.

She sighed, wishing she had worn her hearing aid today.

After a while, Evelyn Thompson led her into the front hall.

Upon entering, she saw a disconsolate boy, leaning against the couch and lamenting.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

Chloe Collins greeted: "Uncle Foster."

William Foster put down the newspaper and removed his glasses, smiling amicably: "Chlo-Chlo, welcome! From now on, treat this place like your own home; don't be too formal."

Before William Foster finished speaking, Robert Foster rushed toward Chloe Collins with an air of urgency, his round eyes scrutinizing her. "I heard you're dating my brother?"

"What?!" Evelyn exclaimed in surprise.

William Foster also looked astonished.

Chloe Collins sighed inwardly, wishing she hadn't hugged him today.

What a hassle.

Evelyn Thompson was extremely excited, practically interrogating her younger son, "Cain, what do you mean by that? Say it again!"

"I heard Cherry say that today my brother hugged Chloe Collins in front of the girl he was supposed to have a blind date with."

Immediately, three pairs of eyes stared intently at Chloe Collins, awaiting her response.

Chloe Collins coughed lightly: "Misunderstanding."

"Indeed, it is a misunderstanding."

From behind her came a deep, masculine voice, but Chloe Collins didn't seem surprised and didn't turn around.

She had heard his footsteps a while ago.

Alexander Foster walked to pour some water with an indifferent expression, "I'm not interested in women under the age of 22."