When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 603: Kylie Gets Jealous

Upon hearing this, Meghan wasn’t the least bit ashamed; instead, she flashed a smug smile, "I’m single now, I got divorced!"

Byron Moss’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, seeming a bit displeased.

He could sense this woman’s feelings towards him ever since the training class started; she was always intentionally getting close to him, even adding him on WeChat and greeting him from time to time.

"What does your divorce have to do with Mr. Moss?"

Kylie Fletcher raised an eyebrow, lifted her tone, and amusedly looked her up and down, "With my Mr. Moss’s great qualities, could he possibly set his eyes on you?"

The next second, Kylie picked up the breakfast bag from the table and stuffed it back into the woman’s arms, "Take it away! My Mr. Moss has breakfast!"

Meghan instinctively caught the bag, nearly spilling the soy milk onto her clothes!

Seeing that Mr. Moss said nothing, Meghan then realized the awkwardness.

Her face turned pale and then flushed. When she looked at Kylie again, all she saw was this little girl with her hands on her hips, looking bossy and hard to deal with.

She had no choice but to wisely turn around and leave.

Not until she walked out the door and completely disappeared from sight did Kylie let out a sigh; she refocused her gaze, feeling quite frustrated inside.

She suddenly felt like a deflated balloon, her head drooping. With Byron’s charm, in a small town like this, there must be many people who like him, right?

The thing she worried about the most had still happened.

But she couldn’t always stay here.

Actually, when Byron saw her, his mood was different from before. Seeing her jealous look, he couldn’t help but want to laugh but held it back. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"What time did you get up today?" he asked softly, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

The girl, who had been drooping her head and staring at his shoes, raised her eyes and met his gentle gaze, "Three o’clock." She answered very honestly.

"..." He nodded, not feeling surprised, but rather touched; only she, Kylie Fletcher, would do such a silly thing.

Byron said, "Don’t do such things anymore in the future." There was no blame in his tone.

"What things?" The girl raised her eyes, blinked at him, and refuted, a bit miffed—

"You’re alone in town; you need to learn to say no and protect yourself! That woman just now clearly has a thing for you!"

He looked at her calmly, "I mean, no more getting up at three in the morning to make breakfast for me and bringing it over."

"Why?" Kylie was confused with anger, her head spinning a little, "You want to eat what she made for you?"

Pia~ sound!

Byron raised his hand and gently tapped her on the head, "What are you thinking all day? Can you be a bit more clear-headed? I think you need enough sleep; it’s dangerous driving like this, and it’s snowy."

So he was worried about her??

Looking up to meet his gaze, Kylie felt like she had gained something; she pursed her lips, smiled at him, didn’t argue, and nodded, "Okay!"

Her heart instantly warmed.

"Let me try the breakfast you made with your own hands." Saying it somewhat seriously, Byron sat down in the chair.

Nervously, she watched him pick up a spoon and sip the soup, then she heard him praise, "Hmm, tastes good."

Hearing this, she was even happier, "If you like it, have some more!"

"What about you?" Byron suddenly raised his eyes to ask her, "You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you?"

She shook her head, "I’ve eaten, you don’t have to worry about me." Then she sat down in the chair opposite him, rested her hands on her cheeks, and looked at him with eyes full of affection, "Eat up, eat up!"

"Don’t look at me like that." Byron didn’t look up but could feel her burning gaze, "You’ll get stupefied."

"Are you the stupid one or am I?" she said foolishly.

Byron looked up and gazed at her earnestly, "What do you think?"

Meeting his gaze, she smiled even goofier, "Mr. Moss, can you teach me how to write later?"

"I have to start the class later; there are fifteen students at eight-thirty." Byron did not directly refuse, "When do you plan to go back to the city?"

"Hey!" Kylie’s mood soured instantly upon hearing the words ’go back to the city,’ "I just came over!"

"I’m not rushing you to leave; I’m arranging time for you." Byron explained, eating the warm and soft red date cake, and told her, "If you leave at noon, I can teach you before class."

Hearing this, she finally let out a sigh of relief.