Rotten Twins: Making a CEO a Daddy นิยาย บท 184

”What happened?” Hansel gazed at Lingo and asked.

“Logan refuses to eat anything. He’s going on a hunger strike and wants to die.” Lingo thought nothing of it.

Hansel frowned. “How long has it been?”

“Two days.”

Hansel curled his lips. “I have a way.”

“What is it?”

Hansel let out a mysterious smile without revealing further.

It was at night by the time the group was finished with their dinner. They all went out together, except for Lyla. Since the matter had been left in their hands, it was best that she let them be to handle it while she no longer participated.

Logan was still tied to a chair. His hair was not that disheveled but the bruise by his lips was rather apparent.

Even so, that face was attractive all the same. This was owing to the Pattinson genes.

The man could not turn out too bad with those genes.

Piers having microwave food while watching a game. With the door swinging open, in walked Hansel, Gretel, and Lingo.

“Boss, what brings you guys here?”

“I know you’ve been having microwave food so I came by with a little something for you.” Hansel drew close and placed a bag of food on the coffee table in the living room.

Piers was moved to tears. “Boss, you’re the best.”

“Hansel made it. It’s not some junk outside. You can’t buy this even with money.” Gretel added.

Touched beyond words, Piers was just one step from going over there and pulling against Hansel’s clothes to act and cry like a baby.

“Alright, alright. Stop with the pretending. Go grab some plates for the food. Thank goodness I made extra servings.”

Piers nodded at the comment. “Okay.” He turned and sprinted to the kitchen.

As a bachelor, Piers was not fond of cooking at home and had microwave food most of the time.

It did not take him long before he brought several plates over.

Hansel was on one side, putting things in order.

Logan’s eyes followed Lingo the moment she walked in the door. Lingo approached him with a blank look on her face. “I heard that you’re on a hunger strike.”

He was without a word.

“I can help you if your wish is to die.” Lingo kindly blinked her eyes.

Logan, "..."

“Good-for-nothing.” Lingo rolled her eyes at him before turning to leave.

The table had been tidied up. “Boss, you’re really nice to me.”

“Cut the crap. Please help yourself.”

The group began to dig in.

Hansel was actually already full, but he should keep up with the table manners.

“Try the ribs. It is to die for.” Gretel added a serving on Piers’ plate. She was stuffed as well.

As if she had an insatiable appetite, Lingo sat down and continued with her dinner.

“Is there any alcohol? Give me a bottle.”

“I have red wine. It was a gift.”

“What are you waiting for? Crack open the bottle.”

“Coming right up.” Piers got up to fetch the red wine. By the time he came back, he had a few glasses and a bottle of red wine in his hands.

Lingo’s lips curled following the observation. “Not bad. You have good wine there.”

“I don’t really get wine. It was a gift.”

“Your friend has great taste. Piers, it’s time for you to enjoy life. Although you’re a bachelor, you should learn to have some class.”

“I don’t have time for wine. Beers are the way to go.”

Speechless, Lingo rolled her eyes.

“Beer-drinking men are most charming,” Gretel blurted.

“You’re a person of vision.” Piers gave the thumbs up.

The few engaged in cheers and laughter, feast and clamor. Logan was famished from being on an empty stomach for two days. Now that he was watching them eat, the smell was rather... tempting.

He had been gulping down his saliva the whole time he was watching.

His tummy was rumbling louder.

Nevertheless, the four pretended not to notice and continued with their feast in an act of provocation.

Unable to stick it out much longer, Logan finally spoke up, “Hey, what are you guys planning on doing? When are you letting me go?”

Lingo turned to the source of the sound. “Who said we were going to release you?”

For some reason, Lingo’s voice made Logan’’s blood run cold. “Then, are you going to keep holding me captive?”

“I thought you wanted to die? I can feed you to the dogs once you’re dead. What do you mean keep holding you captive?” Lingo indifferently remarked as though it was the simplest equation.

Logan, "..."

Lingo could put the lid on people’s mouths.

“I...”

“What? Don’t tell me that you don’t want to die now and want something to eat?”

Logan, "..."

With her having the last word, Logan would be left with egg on his face if he were to admit that he was hungry.