"Excuse me, everyone." Caleb was very polite and very gentlemanly.

The servants all looked at Caleb, two different kinds of air from their master, who was a powerful king, while he was a courteous gentleman with all his glory hidden, but both were of the best appearance.

"We were just guessing which distinguished guest it was that Grandpa couldn't wait to bring home as soon as he came back, but it was Dr. Caleb." Lillian said flattering, "Dr. Caleb is a great doctor. It's an honor to have a meal with you."

"Too much of a reward." Then he turned his gaze to Diana: "Did Mrs. Rosa just say that the young lady is not feeling well?"

"Isn't Dr. Caleb being so concerned about other people's women a bit too much?" Alaric's hand, resting on the back of Diana's chair, hooked her hair and played with it.

A chill flashed across my eyes. This man actually went into the house so openly. It was simply like sending his own life.

"Alaric, how do you talk to the guest?" Grandpa had been smiling just now, but in the blink of an eye he had stopped smiling.

Grandpa's position is supreme, and it is Grandpa who first built the empire and laid the foundation that the House of Owen has today, so it is self-evident how much weight Grandpa's words carry in the House of Owen.

Besides, Grandpa is the elder, and Alaric will not dishonor him in front of him.

Alaric leaned back lazily in his chair, looking completely unaggressive, and still managed to outshine Caleb in terms of presence.

But Caleb didn't intend to go head-to-head, but rather gave a self-mocking smile: "Blame me, occupational disease."

"Well, Caleb's good intentions too, serve the dishes." Grandpa commanded the servant.

Caleb quickly glanced at the shredded chicken noodles in front of Diana and said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, I just heard Mrs. Rosa have some shredded chicken noodles. Can I ask for one too?"

With that, he said, "Unfortunately, I love shredded chicken noodles the most."

The words were especially jarring to Alaric's ears, and he still held Diana's hair in his hand and pulled harder, causing her so much pain that she almost cried out.

She glared back at Alaric.

The eyes looked like they were saying: Crazy!

Alaric continued to play with her hair without a trace, but only he knew that he now wished he could turn the table over and put the shredded chicken noodles on the man's head.

One had just made the shredded chicken noodles, and the other shamelessly came to eat them, saying they loved them the most.

Is this woman now inviting the Wolf into the house, putting a leek green hat on him and challenging his bottom line?

Diana suddenly felt her shoulder being crushed by a brute force, and Alaric's palm was pressing on Diana's shoulder, squeezing hard enough to crush her shoulder.

"Mr. Caleb is a guest. How could he entertain us with a bowl of shredded chicken noodles? If this gets out, it will make people laugh at our House of Owen for not knowing how to treat guests." " Alaric half-closed his eyes with a half-smile, not looking at Caleb, but at Diana beside him. If he hadn't suppressed this woman, would she have been so eager to make noodles for her lover?

"It's just a bowl of noodles. Why bother with all that?" Grandpa said, "Caleb, I'll have the cook make you a bowl."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Caleb secretly rejoiced that all the delicacies placed before him were not as good as that bowl of shredded chicken noodles in his eyes.

"I'm afraid not." Alaric interrupted carelessly: "Just now Diana accidentally dropped a strand of hair while making soup..."

Diana glared at Alaric again. How could she have dropped any hair?

And in that, why are you eating so well?

Sometimes a man's possessiveness is really perverted and has nothing to do with emotions. Just like when we were kids, no matter if the toy in your hand was something you liked or not, as long as someone else touched it, it wouldn't work.

It's so childish that it's really baffling.

"Well, forget it. Caleb wants shredded chicken noodles. Next time I'll have the cook make it for you." Grandpa blew his beard and glared at his grandson, always cold and indifferent at meals, never saying a word more and leaving after eating. What's the matter today? For a bowl of shredded chicken noodles, he went against Caleb.

"It doesn't matter, grandpa. I'm just going with the flow. I'm already very grateful that the House of Owen can take me in for a free meal."

"You are just too polite, kid. What's the free meal? If you want to come, we welcome you every day. No more talk, let's eat."

"Yeah, when Dr. Caleb says that, I feel like I'm here to get a free meal too." Lillian looked pitiful, which made grandpa burst into laughter and eased the atmosphere at once.

"By the way, Caleb, you're twenty-six this year, the same age as Alaric. When will we hear good news about you? Are you looking too high? Do you look down on none of them?" "Mrs. Rosa asked gossipy.

The servant poured Caleb red wine. Caleb tapped the table with his finger and told the servant who was pouring the wine that it was enough. He was driving today. Although his grandfather had just said that the driver would take him back, he still had to treat his grandfather later and couldn't drink too much.

"I did like one, but he didn't like me." Saying that, he gave Diana a casual glance.

"Nonsense, Caleb, you have such good conditions. Which girl has such poor taste?"

"Which girl does Dr. Caleb have a crush on?" Lillian has always been interested in such gossip, too.

Caleb pursed his lips and smiled, not intending to answer, but rather aroused Lillian's curiosity: "So mysterious? There are only a few socialites in Warsaw. Maybe we know each other and can plead for you."

"Love is never spoken of by others. It's embarrassing to be looked down upon. Please give me some dignity."

Alaric shook the red wine in his hand, his eyes cold, and asked with a low chuckle, "So evasive, Dr. Caleb can't be interested in a married woman, can he?

Caleb took a small sip of wine, his face stiffened for a moment, and smiled without saying a word.

"Nonsense! What identity would Dr. Caleb have to take a fancy to a married man! ? Alaric, it's you who announced the plan to have a baby. It's been more than three years since we got married, and you still haven't conceived a single person!"

"We've been trying every night, haven't we? Mrs. Alaric?" Alaric deliberately emphasized the effort, of course, to Caleb.

Caleb's hand holding the spoon unconsciously increased the force, his veins bulging.

"Work hard. What's the use of just working hard? There must be a result." Grandpa, with a look of frustration, glanced at Diana and said, "Let Caleb take a look and get your body ready first."

"All right, all right, let's eat first."

After the meal, everyone had their own thoughts. Diana silently lowered her head to eat the noodles. The first time she made shredded chicken noodles, the chicken soup was rich, but the noodles were a bit bland. Anyway, she hadn't recovered from her fever and had a bland taste, so whatever she ate was the same.

Alaric took a bite and said in a low voice, "The noodles are so fragrant."

The listener, of course, could tell that he was deliberately speaking to someone who wanted to eat but couldn't.

Extremely childish!

Diana pursed her lips and remained silent. Caleb had puzzled her today, not to mention whether he had come by coincidence or on purpose to eat noodles, but that he had said today it was a girl she had never heard of.

It seems that the rumor that he's Gay doesn't hold true either.