The Girl He Craves novel (Sophie and Aiden)

Chapter 111

Sophie’s pov

I’m whisking the eggs in the bowl when I heard Sergio converse with Aiden.

“Your fiance seems a bit tensed in my presence. If we are to be family, she needs to warm up a bit.”

Well of course I was tense! You were burying me with your glare.

I bit my tongue and tried to focus on the task at hand which was a bit difficult.

I could be wrong but I think I added way too much salt.

“She’s tense because you’re an old miserable man whose life mission is to destroy any form of

happiness in your family. Why would she be warm and welcoming in the presence of the devil?” Aiden

bit out and I can just hear that he was holding back because of Ashton.

I bit the inside of my lower lip, inwardly slapping my forehead. Aiden had really done it this time. Now

the man would be furious.

But instead of being furious, Sergio chuckled and for the first time, it rang with emotion, amusement.

“Now grandson, that name is only for you, or so I’ve heard. Is it the blue-eyed devil our employees call

you?” Sergio retorted

with amusement.

Aiden who I could see was seething all the way here, answered in a clipped tone. “What can I say, I

learned from the best.”

Sergio nods. “Yes, your father.”

My heart pounds. Sergio had reached an all-time low and I feared there was nothing I can do to stop

them from arguing

now.

But to my surprise, Aiden managed to control his anger and only managed to say bitterly. “My father is

by far a better man than you’ll ever wish to be Sergio. Keep his name out of your mouth.”

Sergio’s eyes lift to mine and I can sense the irritation in his gaze when he noticed that I was

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I rip my gaze away from his quickly, feeling the unsettling feeling of embarrassment stiffen my body.

“Speaking of your father. Do your parents even know that their son had been secretly starting a family

under their nose?” Sergio asked with a pinch of curiosity but the rest was filled with bitterness.

I swallowed and waited with battered breath to hear Aiden’s response. We both know that his parents

don’t know about me or Ashton.

“Yes. Why would I keep this secret away from them?” Aiden said with such honesty that you’d think he

was speaking the truth.

I lift my eyes to Sergio to notice the slight surprise look on his face. But then he chuckled and regained

his composure. “Oh, then I suppose I’m the only one who was left out in the dark…like usual. I perhaps

would’ve stayed in the dark if I hadn’t brought up marriage.”

Aiden stiffly nods. “I didn’t think you deserved to know about my personal life.”

Sergio’s gaze darkened and I trembled at the weight of it. Poor little Ash was oblivious to the tension

swirling in the air and was busy playing with that small orange ball on his father’s lap.

“Am I not your grandfather Aiden? Did I not deserve to know about such things?” He asked tightly and

then dropped his stare on Ashton.

“He looks like you. A lot. Hopefully, the other one on the way has your genes, the Harrighton genes are

strong.”

Aiden grows stiff and Ashton finally noticing the tension in his father’s body, tries to have his dad play

with the ball. It was rather cute seeing him trying to cheer up Aiden.

“What are you implying here Sergio?” Aiden asked tightly while trying to distract himself with Ashton on

his lap.

Sergio lifted his gaze, capturing mine and a smirk so cold froze me in place. “I’m just saying that our

genes aren’t hard to notice. I was not implying anything…unless, of course, there’s something you want

to be known?”

He then called out to me. “How is it going over there, Sophie is it? Care to join in on the conversation

instead of making

breakfast? You seem to already be so into it.”

I tore my gaze away, feeling hot with humiliation. “No that’s fine. I’ll just-” I stopped before I humiliate

myself more and continued on with ‘cooking’ breakfast.

When I was done, I looked at the plates and winced. The scrambled eggs looked a bit burnt and the

entire penthouse smelt like it. I also tried to do pancakes and they came out a mess and some were not

even cooked properly.

And don’t get me started on the bacon pieces that were black and way too hard.

I failed at doing a simple breakfast even though I tried so hard.

Aiden gave me a few concerned looks every time I yelped when the oil splashed and dotted on my

skin. But I told him with my eyes that I was fine. Which I was, I was just failing miserably.

I poured some orange juice into a glass and placed the plates on the dining table. When I had placed

everything there, I called Sergio and Aiden for breakfast.

Aiden was the first to get up with Ashton in his hold and sat around the table with Ash still in his lap. He

looked at the plate, a small grin lifting at the corners of his mouth and his eyes snapped up to mine.

“Looks delicious,” He grinned, amusement swirling in his eyes.

I chew on my bottom lip in embarrassment and quickly take a seat myself. “I’m not the best cook,” I

admitted, blushing even

more furiously when he chuckled.

Sergio joins us, his features tightening into one of disgust and repulse as he takes a sit around the

table. He looks down at the plate, disgusts now permanent on his face.

He picks up the fork, his cold eyes lifting to mine.” Breakfast looks great.” He said sarcastically and

reluctantly took some of the scrambled eggs. When he brought the fork to his mouth and pushed the

eggs inside his mouth to taste, his face shifted in distate.

He spits out the egg on the plate and picks up the napkin I had set beside the plate. He wipes his

mouth while grumbling. “These eggs have too much salt.”

Feeling humiliated, I picked up some eggs and pushed the fork into my mouth. I had to force myself to

swallow it because Sergio was right….the eggs were way too salty. In fact you can only taste salt and

nothing else.

Sergio shook his head and set the napkin down on the table. ‘ A woman who doesn’t know how to

cook. How are you going to be a wife and feed your husband and kids?”

My shoulders sagged, my lips wobbled and the fork falls on the plate. It clatters.

“Sergio-

Aiden bit out under his breath but suddenly scramble eggs are flung toward Sergio’s face and suit,

stunning the old man and everyone in the room which was only Aiden and me.

I looked at the culprit who was giggling on his father’s lap, his

hands still messy with the eggs.

“Ashton!” I gasped.