Chapter 570

Adrian swallowed his words and forced a smile on his lips. “Mommy, this tastes good.”

“Really? I’m glad to hear that!”

Eliana was thrilled to discover she had a knack for baking.

Eliana excitedly picked up the remaining slices of apple pie and brought them downstairs. She wanted

to gift them to her new neighbor to say hello.

When she got downstairs, this floor was bustling with workers. They walked in and out, transporting

boxes into the apartment unit downstairs.

Eliana sighed in exasperation. No wonder it was so noisy outside. She felt overwhelmed as she looked

at the sea of boxes. They must be redecorating this apartment.

Two workers suddenly approached her. They were carrying an oil painting so large that they couldn’t

see where they were going. The men didn’t notice Eliana was standing behind them and collided her.

“Ah!”

Eliana didn’t notice their approach, and she was surprised when they bumped into her. She lost her

balance and tumbled forward.

“Watch out!”

A muscular arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.

A moment later, Eliana looked up and saw a familiar face.

Recognition dawned on her face. “Maurice!” she exclaimed.

“Stand on your feet before you speak! Be more mindful of where you’re going,” Maurice commented

with a frown.

Eliana suddenly realized that they were huddled too closely with one another. Her face flushed in

embarrassment. She pushed herself away from him and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Maurice calmly answered, “Is there a problem with me being here?”

Eliana glanced at the workers and then back at Maurice. A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Are you

the one moving in?” she said in surprise.

“That’s right,” Maurice admitted.

Eliana’s brows rose in shock.

Oh my goodness! Maurice lived downstairs!

Why couldn’t she shake off the feeling that something was off?

When Maurice saw the reluctance in her face, his brows furrowed in displeasure. “What’s the matter?

Am I not welcome here?”

Eliana jolted at his words and hurriedly lifted the apple pie in her hand to him.

“No, of course not! You’re more than welcome to be here! Look, I brought you some food!”

To her surprise, Maurice’s frown deepened when he saw the apple pie she offered.

“You’ve never cooked for me before. Did you make that only to share it with a strange neighbor

downstairs?”

Eliana froze and couldn’t think of a reply.

Was he jealous again?

Wasn’t he the strange neighbor he spoke about? There was no one else. Was he jealous of himself?

She didn’t dare to speak out against him. Eliana had no choice but to reassure him that her intentions

were pure.

“Don’t say things like that! I made four slices of apple pie. I gave Aileen and Adrian one each, which

leaves two. I was going to give the third to my new neighbor, and the last was for you. I didn’t even

save some for myself!”

Maurice saw the two slices on the plate, and the numbers added up. His face softened at her

thoughtfulness.

“That was nice of you.”

Eliana breathed a sigh of relief.

“Since you brought some food over, let’s go inside.”

Maurice took the apple pie from her and entered his apartment. Eliana hurriedly followed him in.

As soon as Eliana walked into the room, she was stunned by what she saw.

Even though they lived in the same apartment building, and Maurice only moved in that day, his place

was luxurious compared to hers. His home was already fully furnished with expensive pieces.

She didn’t expect anything less from a man as wealthy as Maurice.

He smiled as he watched her observe his place. “Do you like it?”

Eliana nodded subconsciously at him. She wished she could live at a place like his. She realized she

invited herself into his apartment and scolded herself.

Eliana quickly changed the topic and said, “Well… You’d better eat the apple pie right away, or it’ll get

cold!”

Maurice stopped teasing her when he saw the pretty flush on her face. He picked up a piece of the

apple pie and put it in his mouth.

“How does it taste?” Eliana stared at him expectantly.

Maurice’s face puckered. How could he begin to describe the strange taste of the pie?

It tasted like expired dry bread that was burnt around the edges. Maurice couldn’t understand why it

was so difficult to swallow a bite of the pie.

He looked at her expectant eyes, and Maurice had no choice but to swallow the pie and lie, “It’s not

bad. The pie is delicious.”

“Wow! Let me have a taste!”

Eliana couldn’t wait to taste her pie, but Maurice stopped her.

“Don’t!”

“Why not?” Eliana wondered aloud.

“Didn’t you say this pie was for me?” Maurice said firmly. He wasn’t going to let her have a bite.

What a greedy man! Eliana withdrew her hand and pouted in disappointment.

Maurice didn’t want her to attempt tasting the pie again, so he changed the topic.

“Did someone cause trouble for you today?” he questioned.