Chapter 2633 - 2642: Then What Will I Eat?
Chapter 2633: Chapter 2642: Then What Will I Eat?
The villa district he lives in is the most expensive area in City W, where any random suite costs tens of millions. Adam Sinclair’s villa occupies a prime position, and its value is immeasurable. More importantly, it’s not just about having money to buy here; your status must match that of the other residents. People like upstarts, no matter how much money they throw around, can’t buy a property here.
She remembered that plenty of sugar daddies in the entertainment industry live here, and many people would go to great lengths to connect with the residents.
Thinking about this, she glanced at the man beside her.
Among the many who live here, it seems someone in particular has a huge following, especially in certain circles, where many people are interested in him.
After all, compared to the bald, pot-bellied, or those sugar daddies in their fifties or sixties, who wouldn’t want a handsome, unmarried man?
Unfortunately, those who occasionally stroll around here hoping for a romantic ’encounter’ would be disappointed to find he rarely comes here. He spends most of his time squeezing into her tiny 180-square-meter apartment, to the extent that his luxury villa’s refrigerator is completely empty...
What a pity!
Adam Sinclair’s villa is located at the southwest part of the villa district, and the supermarket is not far from there, just a short walk away.
Since they were out for a stroll anyway, Adam thoughtfully brought along the golden retriever she keeps, holding its leash in one hand and her hand in the other, making them look like a newlywed couple out for a walk.
This man just happens to have great popularity, and on the way, they ran into two or three people who also live here, forcing her to stop and greet them with him.
Every time, the other party would scan her from head to toe with a look of amazement, as if they’d seen something unusual.
In the short five-minute walk, Olivia Lewis trudged along and wished she could sprout wings and fly over. Finally, they arrived at the supermarket.
Afraid she’d bump into more of his acquaintances, she quickly grabbed a cart, swept through the fruit section, tossed in papayas, apples, and cantaloupe, picked up some mayonnaise, and grabbed his wrist saying, "Done, let’s check out."
"You’re only buying fruit?" Adam Sinclair stood still, holding her wrist in return and preventing Olivia from walking away.
Olivia turned back feeling puzzled and looked at him, "I’m only buying fruit. I said I’ll make a fruit salad; why would I buy anything else?"
"You’re eating fruit salad, but what about me?" Adam fixed his eyes on her intensely, as though she’d committed a crime.
The golden retriever at their feet also joined in the fun, barking a few times with its tongue out, as if she had wronged both of them.
Olivia shook her head speechlessly, "You eat steak! Can’t you have the Michelin chef deliver it to you? Just have them send a portion."
When he stayed at her place, he often had the chef come over, extravagantly beyond belief.
"I don’t feel like eating steak today."
"So what do you want to eat?" Olivia held her patience, silently chanting in her mind to stay calm. If he dared to ask her to cook for him, she’d strangle him.
Adam seemed to read her thoughts, his thin lips curling up slightly as he grabbed her wrist and led her to the fresh produce section, "Anything’s fine, I just don’t feel like steak. Come on, help me pick something."