Chapter 4

Last time with that stand-in was considered an amicable breakup, after all, he accepted my breakup fee.

So I didn't block his contact information.

Who knew I would receive a text message from him.

[Can we meet? Sister, I want to have dinner with you.]

Tsk, a bit troublesome.

I carelessly tossed the phone onto the bed.

Oh well, it's just a meal.

Let's see what he wants to do.

Seeing me dressed up, the little cyborg came forward and asked: "Is Mistress going out? The puppy can accompany Mistress."

If we ran into acquaintances outside, I wouldn't be able to explain clearly.

So I refused him and told him to take care of my garden at home.

But clearly, I underestimated the little cyborg's level of "loyalty".

When Alex carefully cut the steak and handed it to me, I saw the little cyborg's figure flash by.

He disobeyed my order?

This moment of distraction was noticed by Alex. He followed my gaze: "What is Sister looking at?"

"Nothing, why did you ask me out?"

The young man's beautiful almond eyes rippled with moisture: "Sister, can you not abandon me... I mean, I can pretend to be whatever you like..."

"That check last time was for five million, right? Not enough?" I frowned.

"I don't want money! I just want to be with Sister!"

Alex gently hooked my fingertips.

"I didn't cash that check, I can return it to Sister..."

Before he could finish, someone interrupted.

"Excuse me, sir, please mind your manners." The little cyborg glanced at his face with disgust.

Alex hurriedly wiped the wine splashed on his wrist watch, clearly mistaking my little cyborg for Lucas himself.

"So this is why Sister doesn't need me anymore?" The young man's voice was filled with disappointment.

"Mm." I didn't explain, but went along with it instead.

Sorry Lucas, I'm borrowing your name for a moment!

Alex's fork clattered onto the porcelain plate.

It was then that I noticed he was wearing a moon-white turtleneck sweater today, which made the bite marks on his collarbone look like red plum blossoms on snow.

"Sister..." He had just opened his mouth when the little cyborg interrupted.

"Do you need me to help you make an appointment with a dermatologist?" The little cyborg suddenly took out his phone, "Scar removal injection or laser?"

When did this little cyborg learn to be so sarcastic?

Alex's knuckles turned white as he gripped the knife and fork.

He suddenly threw his head back and gulped down half a glass of red wine. As his Adam's apple bobbed, the wine trickled down his chin into his collar: "Sister... you clearly liked me that night."

I was poking at the salad on my plate when I heard this. I sneered: "What, are you trying to settle accounts with me now?"

The little cyborg rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "Seductive fox, always putting on an act to seduce people."

Alex was young after all, and was stung red-faced by these few words.

I picked up my bag and stood up: "I'll treat today."