Chapter 814

Bonian eyed the haphazardly cut orange slices. Jayde moved to take them away. “Your Uncle Lepage doesn’t want—”

“Thanks, Lele. I’ve been craving oranges,” Bonian interrupted, plucking a piece and popping it into his mouth.

Jayde froze. Bonian was meticulous—obsessive, even—about presentation. He never ate anything this carelessly prepared. Yet there he was, chewing without complaint, even complimenting Lele’s “knife skills.”

She was speechless. If her mother had seen butchewed fruit like that, she would’ve recoiled.

After shooing Lele off to his room to play, she turned to Bonian. “What’s going on with you?”

“You don’t have to shut me out,” he said.

“Then tell me how I should act around you,” she fired back.