“Tomorrow Edward is taking Bella to our house. Are you coming?”
“…”
March 17th, the day before spring break.
Mike Lance was in the dining room, thinking about driving to Washington tomorrow to sell some things and purchase a set of servers produced by Stark Industries to house the Red Queen.
Mike had promised the Red Queen that he would let her see what the real world was like.
A man, especially a god-like man, must keep his word.
Mike, who was pondering this matter, heard Alice Cullen say this from across the table and couldn’t help but look up, slightly surprised.
“So soon?”
Alice asked curiously, “What’s so soon?”
Mike hurriedly brushed it off.
These past few days, he had been busy familiarizing himself with his abilities and preparing for the New York University preparatory exam in June.
Since he now had the strength, he hadn’t been paying excessive attention to the affairs of Bella Swan and Edward Cullen.
He wasn’t a third wheel.
And besides, he was the protagonist.
Have you ever seen a protagonist running around after others?
Do you really think the protagonist has nothing better to do all day?
But right now, Bella was going to the Cullen family, so the rest of the vampires would be coming soon, right?
Mike regained his focus and smiled at Alice.
“Does Mr. Cullen know about us?”
Alice turned her head to glance at her younger siblings sitting not far away and smiled.
“Emmett is a big mouth.”
Mike said, “Oh.”
This meant that Emmett Cullen already knew about her and Mike, so naturally Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen knew as well.
Furthermore, Alice rested her chin on one hand and looked at Mike.
“I haven’t gone home for the past few nights. I don’t think they are idiots.”
Mike couldn’t help but touch his nose.
However, he didn’t feel embarrassed because of this.
After all, love and desire are only natural.
A boy who has just had his first taste of intimacy will naturally be obsessed with it.
Although Mike was an adult in his mind, this aspect was about instinct, and instinct has nothing to do with whether one is an adult or not.
So yes, Mike and Alice had been having quite a wild time these past few days.
The bed, the wardrobe, the sofa, even the kitchen counter—none of them had been safe.
Alice’s cool body pressed against his, her soft moans in his ear, the way she clenched around him every time he drove deeper… it had been addictive.
Mike raised an eyebrow. This chapter is updated first at g.com.
“That reminds me, you can’t come over today.”
Alice asked curiously, “Why? Do you have another date?”
Mike laughed and shook his head.
“No. Bell Lance and Julia Lance are coming home this afternoon. I might need to go back at noon to tidy up the house.”
To be precise, he needed to clean up the traces of the war.
For example, reassembling the bed in his bedroom, and thoroughly cleaning the wardrobe, the sofa, and the kitchen.
Alice rolled her eyes at Mike with charming allure.
“So will you come over tomorrow?”
Mike thought for a moment and nodded.
“Of course. As it happens, I need to ask Mr. Cullen to write me a letter of recommendation.”
The recommendation letter was needed for the New York University preparatory exam in June.
When Mike was working at the town hospital, he had hinted to Carlisle Cullen that he wanted to go to New York University.
Carlisle had indicated that he would write a letter of recommendation for Mike addressed to the current president of New York University.
As for why Carlisle knew the current president of New York University, that was a stupid question, and Mike didn’t ask.
He just expressed his gratitude.
At noon, after Mike returned home from school, he found the toolbox in the garage and carried it to his room.
After a round of clanging and banging, the bed, which had been paralyzed for many days, finally stood up again.
Subsequently, Mike opened all the windows in the bedroom to ventilate, then moved the cleaning work to other places: the sofa, the wardrobe, the mirror that had split in half.
Mike worked for nearly two hours before he restored ninety percent of the house to its original state.
Just as Mike put the cleaning supplies and the toolbox back into the garage, before he could even catch his breath, two honks sounded from outside.
Mike jumped up from the ground, climbed out of the garage, and looked.
He saw a ridiculously flashy red Ferrari roaring down the stream-side path.
Before long, Julia Lance, wearing a flight attendant uniform, tall and slender, with a face that didn’t match her real age at all, got out of the car and opened her arms to Mike, who was standing at the door.
“My child, I’ve missed you to death.”
Mike’s mouth twitched, and he stepped back inconspicuously to dodge the motherly hug.
“Oh!” Julia clutched her chest with one hand, putting on a full performance.
“Child, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you miss mommy?”
Mike looked up.
“No.”
Julia’s expression changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera mask change.
She turned to the middle-aged man in a suit and beard who was walking out of the car and said, “Bell Lance, I think it’s time we had another one.”
The father, Bell Lance, who was a lawyer by profession, burst into laughter instantly.
“Alright, how about tonight?”
Julia nodded vigorously, then glared fiercely at Mike, and said with feigned ferocity, “The college fund I saved for you is gone.”
Mike shrugged, looking indifferent.
“That’s fine. I’ve already saved enough for my first year of college, and I’ll get an A-grade scholarship. It’s fine. Leave my college fund for my future younger brother.” Visit novelping . com for the full chapter.
What is it like to have drama queen parents?
Mike has plenty to say.
To put it bluntly, ever since he could walk in this life, he not only had to deal with kindergarten drama, but also had to pit his wits against these drama queen parents.
Fortunately, this pair of drama queens were very busy and rarely home three hundred sixty-five days a year.
Otherwise, Mike would have considered moving out after turning sixteen.
After returning home, Mike, sitting on the sofa, watched his mother, Julia Lance, pacing back and forth like a tiger patrolling her territory, feeling somewhat nervous.
After a while, Julia walked down the stairs and looked at Mike, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV nonchalantly, with a look that was half-smile.
“Son.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you dating someone?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Mike looked back at Julia, who would say these things every time she came back, and then pointed to his father, Bell Lance, who was sitting next to him wearing glasses and reading documents.
“Mother, I would like to remind you that if you don’t have evidence, don’t say it. That’s called slander, and I reserve the right to have my lawyer sue you.”
Bell, who was looking at the documents in his hand, looked up.
“Hey, you two, as for your affairs, since I have an interest in both of you, I won’t participate.”
Bell had a strong desire to survive.
On one side was his son in puberty, and on the other was his charming wife.
Bell was a lawyer, and lawyers are best at making choices that are favorable to themselves.
Undoubtedly, Bell was expressing an attitude to his wife, Julia: “Hey, honey, don’t worry, I’m your person. I’m on your side.”
Perhaps in Bell’s view, love was what drove him to make this choice.
But in Mike’s view, there was an incredibly apt three-word term for a married man like Bell Lance.
Henpecked.
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