Rainie's POV
After a while, the housemaid came to clean everything, and breakfast was prepared. Rascal was wandering under the table, continuously extending his paw to rest on my lap.
There was a stack of bacon on the table, and I tossed a small piece to him, which made him even more insistent.
"Why do you like this so much, Rascal?"
Alexander had already eaten most of the dish when he suddenly changed his expression and asked, "What did you say?"
I was briefly confused before I pointed at the adorable dog beneath the table and said, "I mean, this dog, Rascal."
Though I tried to appear demure, a hint of "don't jump to conclusions" was visible in my eyes. Alexander gripped his fork tightly, glanced at me coldly, finished his meal quickly, wiped his mouth elegantly, and said in a alpha
