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Chapter 78 Understood, Little Housekeeper

Chapter 78 Understood, Little Housekeeper

Galatea was at a loss seeing him like this. Why did he come here after drinking too much, and what was she supposed to do about it?

"I'll make you some hangover soup," she said as she started to leave, but Alaric grabbed her hand and commanded, "Don't go!"

Her body jolted as if electrified; she attempted to pull her hand away, but it was futile. Meanwhile, Alaric had closed his eyes.

Galatea had no choice but to sit down beside the bed. It had usually been her in the bed, whether ordinarily or in the hospital-this was the first time she'd watched over Alaric while he was the one lying down. It was clear to her that he was truly drunk, asleep but not resting peacefully, his brow slightly furrowed.

After spending so much time together, she no longer found him as disagreeable as she first thought. He was responsible, had a sense of justice, and was quite a good father.

To avoid disturbing Alaric's sleep before he fell into deep slumber, Galatea remained motionless, keeping her hand in his without daring to move.

A few minutes later, Mia entered.

Seeing her come in, Galatea quickly gestured for silence.

By now, Alaric was fully asleep, so Galatea gently extracted her hand. She then quietly left the room with Mia, closing the door behind them. "Why is he here?" Mia had only dozed off for a bit. How did she wake up from her nap to find Alaric sleeping in her bed?

"He got drunk," Galatea said, heading to the kitchen. "He walked in, didn't say a word, and just crashed on the bed."

Mia glanced around her bedroom, then back at Galatea, and asked, "Stellan, are you planning to make him some hangover soup?"

"Uh-huh." Galatea nodded. "Waking up with a hangover is bound to give you a headache."

Mia couldn't help but give a faint smile, then she said, "It looks to me like he has a thing for you."

"What?" Galatea was surprised at first, then laughed it off. "Mia, don't talk nonsense. We're just pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I've told you before."

"If you're just pretending to be a couple and he really has no other feelings for you, then why would he stay with you at the hospital the whole time and even buy you such a big house?"

"He stayed at the hospital because he felt partly responsible for my car accident, and he bought the house because I'm his fiancée in name. He thought it would look bad if I lived in a shabby place."

Hearing Galatea's naive thoughts, Mia couldn't help but laugh. "You oblivious girl, there's a big difference between going through the motions and really putting your heart into something. If he was just feeling guilty, he could have paid your medical bills or hired someone to take care of you. He wouldn't have done everything himself.

"And about the house, he could have just bought any nice place, so why choose one specifically near his company? I have been around the block a few more times than you have walked down the street, dear. He's taken a liking to you, and there's no mistaking it."

Alaric had taken a liking to her?

Galatea looked incredulous and glanced at her bedroom again.

Could it be true? Was it possible? Hadn't Alaric always seemed to dislike her?

"As for Alaric, I don't know him well, but judging from the month he spent taking care of you in the hospital, he must not be too bad," Mia said tenderly. "Stellan, Harry and Elisa are all grown up now, and they support you getting married. You should give him a chance. If he's the real deal, then you two should just-"

"Mia, no one knows better than you," Galatea interrupted her, "I've been married before, Harry and Elisa's origins are still a mystery, and I have another child I haven't found yet. How can I even think about these things?"

Mia couldn't help but wear a look of concern as she spoke. "That Mrs. Marigold, she's clearly a harsh and critical character. You've been married to that man for over a year and don't even know his full name or what he looks like-now who's going to believe that?

"In my opinion, the marriage certificate is totally bogus. That wicked mother-in-law of yours just wants you to bear children for their family and then kick you out once you've done the deed, without a shred of goodwill!" "Maybe that's true, or maybe not, only Mrs. Marigold knows for sure." She now dreamt of an opportunity to meet Mrs. Marigold again.

"That's why I say your marriage was no marriage at all. You shouldn't feel shackled," Mia said with empathy. "If Alaric truly cares for you and you have feelings for him as well, you should just come clean about your past. If he really loves you, he'll accept your past.

"With his power and influence, he could help you find your son much easier than you could on your own, flailing around aimlessly, right? And if he can't accept your past, then he'll stop pestering you, and you won't get any more entangled. Isn't that better?"

Galatea didn't expect Mia to say these things.

After listening, she remained silent.

Mia continued to counsel, "Stellan, you can't always live for others--you have to think about yourself. I'm getting old and won't be around for many more years. Eventually, the kids will grow up and have their own lives. If you wait too long to find your own happiness, it'll be too late."

Galatea just listened, saying nothing as she prepared a sobering soup for Alaric.

Carrying the remedy to the bedroom, she found him still sound asleep. She set the soup aside and looked at him again, Mia's words echoing in her mind.

Could she have feelings for him? Did Alaric truly like her? Was it even possible?

Lost in her thoughts, Alaric, who had been sleeping soundly, started to show signs of discomfort.

"Alaric? Alaric?" she called to him.

Upon hearing her voice, Alaric's eyes fluttered open to a splitting headache. The room spun as he beheld Galatea standing before him, her expression one of confusion. "Where is this?"

"You don't remember?" she asked. "This is my house. Have you forgotten how you got here?"

This was Galatea's house?

Alaric was straining to remember what had happened after he left the hotel. His head felt a bit dizzy when he exited, and the driver had asked whether he should take him home. He remembered saying that he wanted to go to Galatea's place instead.

And then... his memory got a little fuzzy.

"You know you can't hold your liquor, and yet you drink!" Galatea scolded before handing him a bowl of hangover soup. "Drink this up quickly. It'll make you feel better."

With a throbbing headache, Alaric obliged and drank the soup.

"Didn't you have the partnership all set up? Just a dinner with the client, so why the heavy drinking?" Galatea fussed over him. "With your current health, you shouldn't touch a drop of alcohol. Do you understand? If you drink again next time, I won't take care of the consequences for you!"

"Got it, Bossy," Alaric muttered as he shook his head, his tone casual.

Bossy? He called her Bossy?