the next day.
Lake, lying on the bed, opened his eyes.
brush teeth.
Wash your face.
eat...
Lake blinked, stood in the living room and thought for a while, then walked outside.
downstairs.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Here I come."
With a creak, the door opened.
A pretty blonde girl who is only fifteen years old opened the door.
Alexis.
The downstairs neighbor is the daughter of the famous crime novelist Cassel and his first wife.
"Uncle Lake!"
"Good morning."
Lake greeted Alexis and walked in. Then, he smelled the unique aroma of breakfast: "It smells so good. Let me guess, did you make it?"
Alexis said, "Want to join us, Uncle Lake?"
Lake shrugged and said, "Of course, I'm always happy when a beautiful woman invites me."
Cassel, the single dad sitting at the other end of the table, rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Single again?"
Lake looked at Cassel.
Alexis, who was running to pour coffee for Lake, looked up when he heard this: "No way, Uncle Lake, why?"
Lake shrugged: "Emotional incompatibility."
Even if nothing happened last night, Lake thought about it after he came back and realized that he and Maureen would have to separate sooner or later. After all, they had different philosophies of life. It was fortunate that they could accommodate each other now, but the contradiction would become more prominent in the future.
To put it simply.
Lake is a carnivore, but unfortunately Maureen is a herbivore.
Will a wolf fall in love with a sheep?
Even if I love, it is to kill the sheep.
so...
Lake sat down, grabbed a pancake, took a bite, hummed, gave Alexis a thumbs-up, and said, "How many of your pancakes have I missed in the past six months?"
Cassel, who was obsessed with his daughter, said expressionlessly, "Thank God, our family's expenses have been reduced by a lot in the past six months."
Lake looked at Cassel and smiled without saying anything.
Alexis said to Cassel coquettishly: "Dad, Uncle Lake is not an outsider."
Cassel looked at Lake, who had come to snatch his daughter's loving breakfast again after six months, and angrily took a bite of pancake: "I hope he is. That way, I can condemn him like the people protesting outside."
Lake laughed.
Alexis rolled her eyes at her father, then sat down beside him, drinking her hot cocoa, and looked at Lake: "Uncle Lake, don't listen to my dad. My dad believes in you just as much as I do. It must be those two guys who provoked you first."
Lake sipped his coffee.
Next second.
Lake's eyes suddenly lit up.
"That's right."
Lake pretended to take something out of his pocket and took out the Angel Diamond he had won in the last four draws. He held it in his hand and said to Alexis, "Open your hand. I have a gift for you."
Originally, Lake wanted to find a time to give it to Maureen.
Lake can't sell this thing for money, and even if he can, the money can't be used to top up the lottery.
But it seems that it can no longer be given to Morin at the moment.
It's also good for Alexis.
At the very least, when Lake sometimes fantasized about having a daughter, he used Alexis as a template to imagine what she would look like.
Alexis blinked and reached out to Lake: "What? Another shopping voucher?"
In Alexis's eyes, Lake's way of giving gifts has always been simple and crude. Last year, on her birthday, she received a shopping voucher worth one thousand US dollars, and on Christmas, she received another shopping voucher worth one thousand US dollars.
Alexis thought it would be the same this time.
Lake didn't say anything, just shook his head and released his right hand from Alexis's palm.
In an instant.
The angel diamond, which had lost its seal, emitted a dazzling light and fell from the air into Alexis' palm.
As the angel diamond fell, Alexis's eyes began to widen, his mouth began to open wider, and his eyes widened. After the angel diamond of some weight landed in his hand, Alexis's expression became very good-looking.
Cassel, who was standing next to him and thought it was another shopping voucher, coughed repeatedly after seeing the true appearance of the gift, covered his mouth and wiped the spilled coffee.
"Oh My God."
"Is this true?"
Cassel found a towel and wiped his hands, then moved closer to Alexis and looked at the angel diamond on his daughter's hand.
Lake rolled his eyes, "Do you think I would give this to my goddaughter if it was a fake?"
Cassel looked up and said, "You moved in five years ago. My daughter was already ten years old at that time. The baptism had already happened ten years ago. Godfather, you appointed yourself."
Lake shrugged, "Just admit it, Alexis."
"I don't admit it."
"It's none of my business if you don't admit it."
"…"
Alexis looked at the angel diamond sparkling in the palm of his hand, glanced at his father, and then handed the diamond to Lake: "Uncle Lake, this is too valuable."
Lake waved his hand without taking it back: "It's precious to you, but worthless to me."
Alexis: "..."
Lake sighed inwardly. He was not being pretentious at all. To him, only the money that could be recharged was real money, and the other money that could not be recharged was just a piece of waste paper.
The same goes for the diamonds drawn in this lottery.
It can be sold, but the money from the sale cannot be used to top up the account. What's the point of keeping it? It will only add to the sadness.
Alexis looked at her father, Castle.
Cassel raised an eyebrow at Lake, as if he had thought of something, and said to Alexis, "Since it's your gift, then accept it. Do you want to put it in my safe?"
Alexis's eyes narrowed and he put the Angel Diamond into his arms: "No, I have my own safe."
Yes.
After all, this is the home of a famous crime novelist who is also a rich man's daughter slave. It is normal for Alexis to have her own safe. Moreover, Alexis's mother often gives some jewelry to her daughter. Naturally, Alexis herself is a small wealthy woman.
Alexis stood up, thanked Lake, and then ran to the stairs. She wanted to take a good look at it before putting it in the safe.
soon.
Alexis disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Cassel sat down again and looked at Lake, who was drinking coffee and eating pancakes. "Are you planning to give it to Maureen?"
Lake glanced at Cassel without saying anything.
Cassel smiled and looked towards the stairs, figuring his daughter wouldn't come down soon. He then looked at Lake and said, "It's good that we're separated. I've always wanted to tell you this. A friend told me..."
Lake glanced away and interrupted Cassel: "Friend? Ex-girlfriend? Or, the muse of your book?"
All intellectuals are scumbags.
I use the name of you being my muse to hook up with one beautiful girl after another.
Cassel rolled his eyes: "Do you want to hear it? I heard from my friends that Morin seems to be an extraordinary person."
Lake: "…"
Happy New Year's Eve, my friends!