Chapter 99

99 The Worst Lunch In The Alpha’s Life

The crowd was amazed.

The supposedly rich man was actually so penniless that he could not afford to pay for the one white rose that he just gave to his lover.

An evil smirk hushed across Lucien’s face. He played with the thought of leaving Ronan there and just walking away with the rose.

Just what would Ronan do then?

Then again Ronan was still Ronan. He did not mind taking money from others.

The elder woman, whose heart was on the brink of breaking, quickly took out a five-dollar note and pressed it into the flower-selling girl’s hand.

“Here, take it! I am so touched by their beautiful love story. Don’t ruin it for me!”

Ronan sighed dramatically.

“Ma’am, thank you very much for your...”

.....

Before Ronan even ended his sentence, another hand shot out and pressed another five-dollar bill into the flower-selling girl’s hand.

“Thank you, not necessary,” Lucien said gloomily. He then grabbed Ronan’s wrist and pulled him away before he bought more things he could not afford to pay.

“Shameless!” The red-blonde man muttered under his breath. Behind him, the Alpha was without a single shred of remorse.

Snickering, Ronan even had the face to wave at the traditional market crowd as he was being dragged away by a thin-skinned Lucien.

“Lulu.”

Ronan slumped against Lucien’s body and hugged him like a bear. “I am hungry. Treat me to lunch.”

Lucien was tempted to tell Ronan to ask the elder ladies in the market for some lunch money. The only problem was that they already knew that Ronan was related to Lucien.

If Ronan was shameless enough to approach people to ask for money, what would those people think about Lucien?

Oh, forget it.

Lucien had a better idea.

“Ok,” the man said. He did not even bother elbowing Ronan to free himself.

Ronan raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Did Lucien just turn obedient for no reason? Of course not.

Ronan’s face quickly darkened when he saw where Lucien was taking him for lunch. It was an ice cream parlor. A gigantic signboard in form of a huge cone with three scoops of strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla ice cream hung on top of the pink glass panel front door. The words “Joe’s Best Ice Cream Lounge” were written across the cone, sprinkled with what looked like a bunch of rainbow glitter.

“Are you serious?” he asked loudly when Lucien dragged him through the entrance.

The building exterior was enough to make Ronan cringe. The interior threatened to make Ronan vomit. The wall was painted bright pink. The tables were chocolate brown. The floor was laid with tiles of three alternating colors : white, chocolate, and pink.

It was like entering an ice cream world where salt did not exist.

Ronan gagged.

“I am out of here,” he proclaimed as he broke free from Lucien’s grip.

“Suit yourself,” Lucien said with a smile. He did not bother to stop Ronan. Instead, he picked a seat at a circular table near the window. As soon as he was seated, a waitress quickly came over with a menu selection.

Ronan muttered a curse under his breath and sat opposite Lucien. He looked extremely unhappy.

“I want the lava cake with chocolate and vanilla ice cream. And a glass of fruit punch.”

Lucien smiled sweetly at Ronan. “What do you want to eat, Ronan? My treat.”

Ronan took the menu booklet from Lucien and shot him a dirty look before he read through the colorful pages.

Ice creams.

Cakes.

Ice cream cakes.

Waffles.

Ice cream waffles.

Ice cream sandwiches.

Sweet drinks.

Ronan wrinkled his face in disgust.

“Do you guys have anything other than ice cream here?” he asked the poor waitress who did not understand why someone would willingly come inside an ice cream shop if he hated ice cream that much.

“Um... what about cakes and waffles?”

“Are those sweet?”

“Y-Yes...?”

How could cakes and waffles not be sweet? Was this man kidding her or what?

Ronan rubbed the bridge atop his nose and sighed.

“What about sandwiches? You have ice cream sandwiches. I want sandwiches with ham and cheese or tuna and egg. Please don’t forget the salad and tomato.”

The waitress gaped at Ronan. Did the customer mistake the shop for a sandwich shop? They did not even have proper bread! Why didn’t this customer just go to a sandwich shop just two blocks from the ice cream shop?

“Did you hear me?” Ronan asked impatiently. “Why are you still standing here?”

The waitress’ face quickly crumpled. The customer was so mean! He scared her! Before she burst into tears, Lucien intervened.

“He was kidding,” Lucien said. “Please give him waffles with less sugar and a cup of tea instead.”

The waitress quickly noted down Lucien’s order and escaped with the menu booklet. Ronan groaned in exasperation.

“Lucien, could you just... I had the worst dinner in my life yesterday,” Ronan complained. He was naturally referring to the macaroni and cheese that was way below his dinner standard. “I only had a cup of coffee this morning. Please give me a decent lunch. Or let’s just go to Carlton Bay. I need something wholesome instead of this kiddy treat that you thrive on.”

Lucien could not help but smile.

When Lucien smiled, he was no less warm than the morning sunshine, no less sweet than honey, and no less enchanting than a love goddess. Ronan reached out and cupped Lucien’s beautiful face with both of his hands.

“Still angry?”

Lucien’s smile disappeared. He smacked Ronan’s wrist with a long metal ice cream spoon.

“Ow.”

“Stop touching me as you please in public.”

Ronan withdrew his hands. So Lucien did not want to be touched in public. Did it mean that he consented to be touched in private?

Their meals arrived after fifteen minutes of waiting time. Ronan poked at the pile of pale waffles in front of him, all the while thinking that he had never had a more tragic lunch.

“Ronan.”

“Hmm?”

Ronan dissected a waffle and dragged a piece across the plate to see whether it had any cream filling.

“What is your plan?”

Ronan looked up from his plate and his eyes met with Lucien’s.