Chapter 707 The Outsider Who Doesn't Fit In

"Lucia, you didn't eat asparagus before, but it's very nutritious. Spencer is trying to break your bad habit so you eat some," Esmae said. "Yes, yes," said Spencer, showing his guilty conscience but he cheekily took Esmae's words.

"Don't be so picky."

Lucia raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you just say that Lucia wasn't a picky eater?" Helena still didn't want to let go of Spencer, but she was quickly stopped by her mother.

"Alright, let's stop talking and continue eating," Esmae scolded her daughter and started eating again. The others didn't mention it anymore. Spencer was the only one who was hurt by the embarrassment just

now.

After dinner, there were desserts. This time, it was a buffet-style feast. The servants in the living room no longer needed to clean and tidy up. Everyone enjoyed the desserts with a relaxed and happy mood, and the line between the host and servants can be a little blurry at such times.

Spencer had eaten only a small amount at dinner, and he was in a state of extreme mental and physical discomfort, so at dessert time, he met Esmae and Chris and excused himself. He said he was tired so he went upstairs.

Esmae squinted at Spencer, who had disappeared into the corner of the building, frowned and said to Lucia, who was with the bay and Helena.

"Lucia, I think Spencer ate very little at dinner. Maybe he's not feeling well. Go up and take care of him."

Lucia was startled, and after a moment's hesitation, she nodded. Seeing Esmae's determined eyes, she walked slowly up the stairs.

As soon as Lucia left, Helena couldn't help but say,

"Mom, can't you see that Spencer doesn't care about Lucia? He doesn't even know what Lucia likes to eat at the dinner table."

"That's because Lucia didn't give him a chance to know more," Esmae answered at once. "He can't be blamed for that. And you, don't take it out on him all the time. He came here as Lucia's fiance, after all. You're the host. You should treat the guests with respect. Don't lose your decorum!"

Helena compressed her lips and didn't continue.

Upstairs, Lucia could have glossed thing over. Even if she hadn't gone to see Spencer, Spencer wouldn't have known about it. However, she just wanted to take a look at him and "care about" him. Standing at Spencer's door, Lucia knocked.

After a while, Spencer came out and opened the door. He frowned when he saw Lucia, but Lucia smiled.

"Auntie asked me to come up and take care of you, to see if there was anything... wrong with you."

She asked while knowing the answer!

Enraged, but unwilling to show weakness to Lucia, Spencer said coldly,

"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."

"Really?" Lucia said, leaning against the doorframe and staring at Spencer's stomach with a half-smile.

"That was quite a kick. Are you sure you're all right?"

"Lucia, don't be so arrogant..." Spencer gritted his teeth.

"Isn't arrogance always your style?" Lucia sneered. "She asked me to take care of you. I just listened to her."

"You came up here to laugh at me, didn't you?!" Spencer said angrily. "You must have been very pleased with yourself at the dinner table just now!"

Lucia shrugged and said, "It was her who asked you to help me with the food just now. Why should I be proud? A person who claims to love me doesn't even know that I don't eat asparagus. Do you think I'm proud?"

"You didn't give me a chance!" Spencer said, with his eyes bulging.

Lucia didn't say something. She got the job done and didn't have to stay any longer, so she said with a smirk,

"Since you're all right, I'll leave you to it. I hope you won't gossip in front of her again."

Lucia said it and left, without a moment's hesitation. She also did not give Spencer the opportunity to quibble, so Spencer can only stare at her figure, indignant.

Slamming the door, he returned to his room in a fit of pique, just as he thought of his father, Erik.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

When his father didn't answer his phone, Spencer could imagine what he was doing. Without him to accompany him to Christmas dinner, he probably would have gone out to have a good time and wouldn't have cared about his current situation.

Slumping in bed, Spencer fell into passive mood.

Down the stairs, Lucia smiled, and Esmae asked her, "How's Spencer?"

"He's just homesick," Lucia replied casually.

"Well..." mused Esmae. "It's hard to keep him here at Christmas without his father."

But no one followed Esmae, because no one cared about Spencer, and it was he who chose to come to Brown Manor.

The topic didn't continue. They chatted together. The sound of joy was constant and the night passed like this.

Christmas was the busiest time for Brown Manor's servants, because it had been a tradition for decades for Esmae to invite Chicago's elite to dinner on this day of the year.

The dinner was one of Spencer's goals.

Chicago was a major lake port in the Great Lakes region, connected to shipping businesses on several continents, which was where Spencer needed to expand his network, so the next day he was all pumped up and ready for a sumptuous dinner.

The siblings of the Brown family, on the other hand, were much more negative. As the members of the wealthy family, they were tired of such flattering occasions. If they could choose not to attend, they would rather go out to have a fun as a family.

During the day, when everyone was resting, Lucia made contact with Theodore in her spare time. They had a video chat, and of course, the Davies were there. After the caring words, Arthur walked into the hallway alone with his cell phone and talked to Lucia alone.

"Lucia, is Ms. Wilson giving you a hard time?"

"Spencer told her about our collaboration with Nia..." Lucia had no intention of hiding it. As she spoke, the bitter smile on her lips made Arthur's heart ache.

"She must have threatened you again with her relationship with you," Arthur whispered, frowning slightly.

"Well, she asked me to give her an answer before I leave," said Lucia helplessly.

"Lucia, this cooperation can not be terminated," Arthur said. Although he felt sorry for Lucia, he had to remind her.

"I know, so I'm still working on it."

"Or shall we tell her the truth?" suggested Arthur, after a moment's thought.