Upon hearing Alice Turner say that she had already made breakfast, Thomas Fisher imdiately felt overjoyed, quickly turning around to look at her, "That’s perfect, you eat the loving breakfast I bought, and I’ll eat the loving breakfast you prepared for ."
He deliberately misinterpreted her aning and took a large step forward to her, "You quickly go and eat while it’s hot, I’ll go get my own breakfast."
As he spoke, he directly stuffed the things he was holding into her hands, and before she could react, he had already turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Breakfast isn’t in the kitchen."
Watching the man stride towards the kitchen, Alice Turner blurted out, calling to him.
Hearing her call, Thomas Fisher instinctively stopped in his tracks, turned around, and imdiately ca back, "Is breakfast in the living room?"
This ti, he didn’t act on his own but stood in place asking her.
"On the shoe cabinet!"
Alice Turner raised her hand pointing towards the direction of the door, and Thomas Fisher looked over in the direction she pointed. On the shoe cabinet by the door, he indeed saw a cup of milk and so bread there.
If he wasn’t mistaken, she had just been holding those things when she opened the door for him. He walked over, fetched the breakfast from the shoe cabinet.
"Is this what you’re having for breakfast?"
Not even an egg, and the milk and bread were cold; these things looked like they’d just been taken from the fridge.
Thomas Fisher tilted his head to look at Alice Turner, his face full of disapproval.
"Do you have an opinion?"
Alice Turner, looking indifferent, glanced sideways at the man questioning her, with the breakfast he bought in hand, she walked towards the living room first.
Seeing this, Thomas Fisher promptly followed, "Of course I have an opinion, from now on I’ll take charge of your breakfast."
He absolutely wasn’t joking or speaking casually; this was a promise and guarantee to her.
"No need!"
Although Alice Turner couldn’t see Thomas Fisher following behind her, she could feel his sincerity, and her heart felt warm from his words.
But she couldn’t covet this warmth; she resolutely refused the warmth he offered.
Thomas Fisher caught up in two steps, walking alongside Alice Turner, "Even if you don’t need it, I will take responsibility."
He tilted his head, staring unblinkingly, his attitude as firm as a rock.
"Thomas Fisher! Do you have any sha? I’m your good brother’s wife." Alice Turner halted abruptly, turned sideways to face Thomas Fisher, "You might not care, but I do."
She abruptly threw the breakfast he had just stuffed into her hand onto the ground, to ensure he got angry, she even lifted her foot and stomped on it fiercely a few tis.
Watching his morning purchase being stomped like trash, Thomas Fisher’s heart twisted painfully, his brow furrowed together, "Are you asking for a beating?"
His forehead pulsed with anger, his complexion beca extrely ugly in an instant, and there was a blazing fire flashing in his eyes.
"Yes! You’re spot on, I’m precisely such a woman who asks for a beating." Seeing Thomas Fisher was already angry, Alice Turner knew her previous actions had worked; she decided to throw more fuel on the fire, swiftly slapping the milk and bread from his hand to the ground.
The glass cup holding milk and the porcelain bowl with bread shattered instantly upon hitting the ground, breaking into pieces, with milk and bread spilling everywhere, especially the milk, splashing onto both their shoes and pant legs.
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