Chapter 1654
It was an excuse she used to send him away, saying she wanted sothing sour and was worried that soone below might tamper with it, so she asked him to find it himself, only then could she rest assured.
He was gone for just over ten minutes.
Returning to see this scene, he looked toward her.
"I can explain." She stopped spinning her pen, looking obediently docile.
Alexander Foster placed the basket with the stuff on the table, his expression still.
Chloe Collins felt a pang of anxiety and asked, "You know everything, don’t you?"
Alexander Foster: "Know what?"
Chloe Collins didn’t know what to say anymore; anyhow, she felt that the man was annoyed again.
So she didn’t plan to elaborate on the subject of sending him away anymore and went straight to the main point.
Pointing to the robot on the ground she said, "Look, Jas Cunningham and his group knocked it over. We can modify it a bit and bring it back for Unique to have so company."
Alexander Foster’s tense face slightly relaxed. He fed her a sour plum, fell silent for a while, then spoke, "Quite the storyteller."
Chloe Collins smiled at him with a sowhat ingratiating feeling.
He lifted her up to sit on his lap, his large hand gently caressing her slightly bulging stomach, asking, "Are you really alright?"
Chloe Collins nestled comfortably against him, squinting her eyes, with a plum in her mouth she said sowhat indistinctly, "Though I’m not a doctor, after all, I’ve been ill for a long ti. There’s a saying ’a long illness makes the patient a doctor,’ I do know a bit about it. Moreover, Mr. Green has taught a lot. I can discern."
Seeing her full of energy, he temporarily let go of his worries.
After resting with her for a while, Alexander Foster fetched his toolbox to see if he could change the robot’s programming.
As he focused on his work, Chloe Collins held a bowl of grapes, occasionally popping one into his mouth.
The atmosphere inside the room was warm, nothing like being in a dangerous situation.
It was then Alexander Foster spoke.
"It was people sent by Milton White," he said softly.
Chloe Collins was montarily startled but then said indifferently, "Hmm, but I think it’s not him; it’s that man."
Alexander Foster was montarily speechless, his eyes fixed on the robot, not looking at her.
He seed to be focused on assembling it, but his mind was already elsewhere.
A mont later, he stood up and made a phone call. He ca back two minutes later.
Chloe Collins hadn’t heard the content of his phone call, but instinctively, it was related to Milton White.
She refrained from saying more.
"That woman said this place has already been taken over by the Mutated People. They want to conquer this city and make it their first ho territory," she said.
Alexander Foster nodded, "Jas Cunningham told ."
She thought for a mont, then set the plate in her hands aside, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and asked softly, "Do you think we have a chance to turn the tables?"
Alexander Foster didn’t respond to her affection, his hands remained busy with the robot.
"This is a matter for the local military, we have no authority to intervene."
His tone was neither cold nor warm, sounding very gentle, yet it hit Chloe Collins’s heart like a block of ice.
She knew that this ti he was upset because of Milton White.
Every ti he ca up in conversation, it upset him.
She simply grabbed his hands, forcing him to look at her.
He did look at her, his handso face gentle, seemingly without anger.
"Alexander Foster, don’t keep things bottled up inside, if you have any objections, speak out," she said.
She disliked playing psychological gas with people close to her; she preferred openness.
Alexander Foster was silent, then, suddenly showing affection, he pinched her nose and said softly, "No objections, Mrs. is overthinking it."
"But you’re in a bad mood," she confronted him.
Alexander Foster looked down and then lifted his gaze, admitting, "A little bit."
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