Become a Crazy Billionaire Lover

CHAPTER 19

Lucia smiled widely when she saw all the ingredients she bought from the nearest mini-market. She didn't expect that there were so many things selling there, even more complete than the supermarket she used to go to to shop first.

She chose a lot of materials, to the point of spending a lot of money on them all. At first she wanted to pay, but Ken always forbade it and finally he used Alexander's money again.

She glanced at Ken who was helping her take out all the contents of his shopping. "Ken."

"Yes, Miss?"

"Is it okay to spend so much money?" she asked doubtfully.

Ken smiled faintly, this was the first time Lucia had seen his smile. "Mr Alexander won't be poor just because you spend a little of his money."

"Only a few?" Lucia really didn't understand how she could be so lucky to have so much money. In fact, she spent quite a lot of money today, but for Alexander, of course, all that is not much. “Tsk-tsk-tsk… he really is rich,” she muttered.

Seeing Lucia's confused expression, made Ken even more surprised. Instead of going to a salon or mall, the woman chose a place to sell groceries. She really was a unique woman – he thought.

Ken and his men went back to working hard, assembling all the ingredients into small boxes, then putting them into the refrigerator according to Lucia's directions.

Now, the refrigerator is fully stocked, all kinds of cooking ingredients are available there. It was like heaven for Lucia, considering that she often had difficulties, especially when it came to food.

When she was with Rudolf before, she was too busy pampering him and her finances went bad. But now… everything was like a dream come true, except for one thing: to be Alexander Galloway's pet – she thought.

"Is there anything else I need to do, Miss?"

Lucia shook her head slowly. Now, she needed time alone to put all the ingredients into a delicious meal with her grandmother's special recipe. "Nothing, you can go out."

"Okay, Miss. If you need anything, you can call me anytime."

"Yes."

Ken walked away, leaving Lucia, who was now looking at the whole refrigerator with a big smile. Today she wants to make Ratatoile, a French dish made from a variety of fresh vegetables. This was Samantha's favorite food—her late grandmother. Today she suddenly felt homesick, so she decided to make the dish.

Obtained several types of vegetables, as well as several other supporting materials that are very important. She skillfully started slicing all the ingredients, also preparing the special seasoning that would be the key to a delicious plate of Ratatouille.

It didn't take long, the scent of Lucia's cooking wafted through. In fact, the scent is now wafting to the place where Ken and his men are guarding. "Is Miss really cooking?" asked one of them.

“It seems so. It smells so good, I'm hungry," said another.

Ken cleared his throat loudly, making them immediately silence. "Stop talking nonsense," he insisted.

“S-well, sir.”

They refocused on work which was now their new task; keeping Lucia in Alexander Galloway's apartment.

On the other hand, Alexander is now on his way back. At first he was going to come back in the evening, but Delilah, William and even now Ivone kept bothering him and it made him uncomfortable. At least he could now feel a little calmer after confirming the job of Jhon, who was now working in his place first while he finished all the business in Barington.

When his car stopped at a red light, his eyes were fixed on a boy selling flowers on the side of the road. He looked exhausted, leaning on an electric pole to relieve his tiredness after selling all day.

He recalled back to his childhood, when he also had to sell to help his late mother. All those memories were bitter memories, but they were memories that he didn't want to forget.

"Over there, pull over," he ordered the driver, pointing at the girl.

"Yes sir."

When the lights started to turn green, the man immediately drove his vehicle to the place where Alexander was headed, pulled his vehicle over to the side of the girl's simple stall. Quickly, the boy immediately approached the car that Alexander was riding.

"Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you?" he asked with a big smile as Alexander opened his car window.

The man was watching the boy carefully. He was a polite and smiling boy around 13 years old, he really looked like he was looking in the mirror right now—thought Alexander.

"I want flowers."

“A-ah, please, sir. What kind of flower do you want?”

Alexander looked at the cart filled with various kinds of colorful flowers. "Nothing is interesting. I wanted something different."

The boy furrowed his brows in surprise. “The special one? I can put it together in advance if you want, sir.”

The man smiled contentedly. He liked the boy's tenacity. "Okay, make me a big beautiful bouquet of flowers. I don't care what kind of flower it is, the important thing is that it is very beautiful because I will give it to someone."

The boy smiled happily. One large bouquet of flowers means that he can sell a lot of flowers and he will get more money too. Of course, he wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Yes sir-"

"But, if the flowers aren't pretty, I won't buy them, okay?"

He swallowed his dry saliva. Now he is faced with a difficult choice. However, the boy did not want to miss any opportunity, just like when Alexander was a child. "Okay sir."

He was quickly arranging several types of flowers at this time, while Alexander was watching him carefully. He could have just bought all the flowers from him, but he didn't want to make the boy a beggar and wish for the good of others. There must be an effort he put in to get good results, for example, like this time.

He was so serious that he didn't realize that Alexander had been watching him carefully. It didn't take long for the boy to finish making a bouquet of flowers, which was a satisfying result. However, this time Alexander wanted to teach the boy not to be complacent. "Actually, the bouquet isn't that bad, but it's not as special as I expected either."

Hearing this, the boy who had been smiling expectantly lowered his head down. "If you don't like it, it's okay you don't have to buy it, sir."

“Uhm… how much does it cost?”

"It's 30 dollars, sir."

"Because I feel sorry for you, so I'll pay for it, but half the price. How about that?"

The boy was disappointed, but the price was better than nothing. Yeah ... even though the 15 dollars can only pay the interest, not with other materials and, of course, the services. "Okay sir. Sorry to disappoint you, I will learn more about flower arrangement."

The man was speechless, this boy was indeed very similar to him in the past—he thought.

"Okay." He reached into his wallet in his pocket, then took out several bills from inside and gave the money to the boy. "Take it," he said, handing him 100 dollars.

The boy smiled wryly. “This is my first sale of the day, sir. No change, if you are willing, would you like to wait first?”

Alexander shook his head slowly. "That's the right money. 15 dollars for these flowers, the rest is pay for your hard work, honesty and determination.”

Hearing this, the boy could only gape in disbelief. "T-master-"

"Just take it and use it for your needs. Learn to arrange flowers well again. I will come back again to see what you are capable of.”

After saying that, he then went back in and the car drove away, leaving the boy, who was now crying with emotion because he got that much money.

Alexander felt he was looking at himself. Suddenly, his longing for Elise-the mother-was getting stronger. Looks like I have to visit my mother soon—he thought.

After a tiring journey, he finally arrived at the apartment. His arrival, of course, made Ken and his men surprised because the man returned earlier than scheduled.

"Welcome, sir."

"Yes, thank you. Is she in there?”

"Yes sir. Miss is cooking," Ken answered.

Alexander frowned . "Cook?"

"That's right, sir. Miss asked me to accompany her shopping for ingredients because she wants to cook.”

The man nodded slightly. “I see… but, did he go to the mall?”

Ken shook his head slowly. “Sorry Sir, Miss refused it. She says her clothes are more than enough. So we went to his apartment to get all his belongings from there.”

Hearing that, Alexander snorted in annoyance. "Why didn't you ask my permission first?!"

“S-sorry, sir. It was my fault for feeling sorry for Miss, especially when she said she wanted to say goodbye to the owner of the apartment she had previously rented.”

“Gosh.... fine. Next time, don't do this again. Whatever it is, if it has to do with that woman, report it to me," he insisted.

"Yes sir."

Alexander opened the door to his apartment. Immediately, the smell of the food that Lucia had just cooked lulled his sense of smell. But, there was something familiar this time. He seemed to have smelled this scent before.

He walked towards the kitchen, where Lucia had just finished her cooking. Seeing Alexander return with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, made the woman a little surprised. "Y-you're back?"

"Um, why? Do you wish I never came back?”

Lucia chuckled softly. "If I say yes, will you leave?" she joked.

"Won't."

"Then don't ask."

Alexander threw the bouquet of flowers at Lucia. "Take it."

“W-what is this?”

"Are your eyes blind? Of course it's a flower."

"I mean, for what purpose did you give me flowers?"

“Should there be a reason to give flowers?”

Lucia took a deep breath. "Well, you won't understand—"

"Think of it as a welcome gift," he interrupted as he sat down at the dining table.

Lucia was moved to get the flower. At least she felt that Alexander treated her properly even as a pet. "Thank you."

“Is this Ratatoille?” he asked, staring intently at the food on the table. "Isn't this Ratatouille?"

"Yes sir-"

"Get a spoon and fork, I want to eat."

"But—ah, never mind," she whispered as she walked towards the place where the cutlery was stored. In fact, she had not had the chance to taste it one bit. "Here, sir."

Alexander didn't know if it would taste the same or not, but Ratatouille was a dish that his mother used to cook often. It was made of vegetables which could usually be bought at a lower price than meat, so his mother often cooked it as a side dish to eat rice.

One full mouthful had already entered his mouth. He immediately held back his emotion because the taste could be 100% similar to his mother's cooking, which he always missed. "Did you really cook it?" asked Alexander.

"Yes."

"No wonder."

"Why?"

"It doesn't taste good. Maybe because I just tasted the Zuchin. Please bring them all here, so that I can have a good taste.”

Lucia took a deep breath. "Oh my gosh," she whispered.

She rose again from her seat, then went back to bring a tin of ratatouille which was still steaming hot because it had just come out of the grill.

“Did you just cook this much? I won't even feel full," Alexander complained.

Now Lucia was getting annoyed. "Doesn't it taste bad? If you keep complaining, I'll eat it myself!”

Alexander, who had been chewing his memories with pleasure, immediately gasped. "H-hey! Why are you upset? Well, this is enough," he said as he filled his empty plate with most of Lucia's cooking and left only a little for her.

"It's too little."

"You can do it again."

The woman could only snort in annoyance. But he was more annoyed that she couldn't do anything to this rich man in front of her. “Gosh… eat until your stomach explodes!” she hissed as she ate the rest of her food in annoyance, but Alexander ignored it and continued to eat it all.