Karan and that boy named Valerio Hunt both turned to her at the same time.
Blowing on her fingers and giving her earlobe a pinch, Arabella then turned to Karan and apologized in a distracted manner, "Sorry, Karan, the soup was too hot and I just couldn't hold it."
Karan gave her a displeased side–eye and took the bowl of soup to the kitchen.
Rubbing her earlobe, Arabella then turned to the boy opposite her. Valerio was already eating, his eyes lowered as he chewed elegantly and quietly. Arabella hadn't noticed before, but now she found hirm somewhat familiar. The more she looked at him, the more he reminded her of Preston.
Karan brought out another bowl of soup and placed it before Arabella.
"Thanks, Karan." Arabella kept her smile, her gaze drifting over to the boy across from her from time to time.
Karan seemed to have had enough of her, "Have you had your fill?"
"I'm just curious." Arabella replied, "It's interesting that Preston has such a big son."
"Interesting?" Karan asked her, "You find it interesting, or does it make you uncomfortable?" Feigning surprise, Arabella looked at Karan, "Karan, why would you think that of me?"
Karan scoffed, "You know best."
Arabella sighed, "Karan, if you keep talking about me like this, I won't be able to eat."
With that, she put down her cutlery and focused entirely on Valerio, then suddenly asked, "Who's your mom?" Valerio lifted his head abruptly and gave her a look, his gaze was as calm as before and he didn't answer Arabella's question. Karan was already angry and put down her cutlery, grabbed Arabella and was about to push her out, "Go, go, go! We don't need you here! You're still the same old Arabella from six years ago!" As she spoke, she dragged Arabella to the front door, opened it and shoved her out. The shove sent Arabella straight into the arms of the person outside.
Arabella caught a whiff of a familiar scent of mint mixed with tobacco. She looked up slightly and saw Preston. He was dressed in a light camel–colored cashmere sweater, looking comfortable but still emanating a strong aura.
Arabella was in his arms, he looked down at her, his deep gaze unflinching. Arabella started laughing at the sight of him. Despite not wearing makeup, her eyes were still sparkling, filled with emotion.
Preston's hand suddenly rested on her waist.
The next moment, Arabella found herself standing straight. This man was as cold and heartless as ever. Arabella thought, but her smile was brighter than ever.
"What's going on?" Preston asked Karan.
"Ask her!" Karan glared at Arabella.
Arabella put on an aggrieved face, but her sparkling eyes made her look insincere.
"I just asked who the mother of your son was, and Karan got angry and kicked me out." Arabella explained.
After listening, he glanced at Arabella, his gaze deep.
Arabella said helplessly, "If I knew this question was off–limits, I wouldn't have asked. What do you think, Mr. Hunt?"
Preston didn't answer her. He didn't even give her another glance as he walked past her and into the house. Just as Karan was about to close the door, Arabella rushed over to block it, "Karan, I haven't taken my things yet. You should at least let me get my things before I leave!"
Hearing that, Karan glared at her and reluctantly let her in.
Once Arabella re–entered the house, Karan and Valerio were still eating at the table, while Preston was sitting on the couch alone, his long legs crossed as he looked through Valerio's homework.
"Mr. Hunt." Arabella sat down on the couch next to him, "I heard that you brought me back last night, can you tell me what happened?"
"You got in the wrong car." Preston's voice was deep and calm. He didn't even look at Arabella.
Arabella recalled the events of yesterday, she did get into a black car without even checking the license plate. Such an unexpected thing had happened.
Arabella lightly touched her chin and started laughing, "So that's what happened. Mr. Hunt, you didn't even recognize me at the party last night, and I didn't expect that when I got on your car by mistake, you didn't kick me out, but generously let me stay overnight at your house. What a surprise!"
Preston slowly lifted his eyes to look at her, his gaze cold. But Arabella wasn't afraid, she even leaned in closer, "Mr. Hunt' house isn't something an ordinary woman can afford, right? How should I thank you?"
As she spoke, her high heel lightly brushed against Preston's pants.
Preston barely glanced at her high heels out of the corner of his eye, then switched the position of his legs–the one that was on top was now out of Arabella's reach.
Arabella couldn't help but chuckle. It had been years since she'd been turned down by a man. But, since this man was Preston, she had seen this coming.
Preston slowly said, "You don't owe me anything. Now that you're sober, Ms. Everett, you can leave."
His hint for her to leave was too obvious, but Arabella didn't feel awkward. Instead, she comfortably sat on the sofa, "I can't find my purse, Mr. Hunt, have you seen it?"
Preston looked at Karan, "Karan, check the car for Ms. Everett's purse."
Karan shot Arabella a glance, then got up and walked out.
Arabella gave Karan a smile, then glanced at Valerio, who was happily eating at the dining table, then said, "I haven't seen you for years, Mr. Hunt. Your son is so big now, should I congratulate you!"
Preston finally put down what he was holding, looked up at her, his eyes deep, "Thanks."
Arabella looked at him, slowly wiped the smile off her face, and changed to a comfortable position on the sofa, "Never mind, I know you don't like me, I'll just grab my purse and go, don't want to be a sore sight."
Karan had already brought back Arabella's purse and tossed it onto the sofa where Arabella was sitting. Arabella sighed, picked up her purse, and took out her cell phone.