Untamed Charming Wife

Despite being angry with Ethaniel, Kayla is a woman of her word. She drove to Prospect School with a bento box in hand to deliver lunch to Oliver.

The entrance was filled with luxury cars, and many servants were delivering lunch to their little princesses and princes.

Among the group of kids, Kayla easily spotted the proud Oliver, who was quietly reading a book by a tree.

Kayla called out from a distance, “Oliver!”

Oliver looked up and saw the woman in a police uniform running towards him.

“Here, I brought you lunch,” Kayla handed him the bento box. “Where do you want to eat? Does your school have a cafeteria?”

“No.” Oliver replied with his little face tense. There was a cafeteria, but he didn’t want to go.

There were always people staring at him, which was really annoying!

“Then eat in my car?” Kayla, used to eating and sleeping in her car during her missions, suggested. She was accustomed to spending ten hours or more on stakeouts.

“…” Oliver glanced at her disdainfully, snorted coldly, and turned to walk into the school.

“Wait for me! I haven’t eaten either!” Kayla chased after him, but was stopped by the security guard. “Officer, this is a private school. You can’t just enter.”

Kayla was about to show her ID, “I’m from the North District…”

“She’s my servant. I need her to feed me.” Oliver, who was ahead, turned back and coldly looked at the security guard.

The security guard hesitated and let Kayla in, having never seen a police officer employed as a servant before.

Kayla caught up, “Hey! You little brat, who are you calling a maid!”

“If I didn’t say that, would you be allowed in?” Oliver glanced at her indifferently. “This is Prospect School. Your Seatowne police ID is useless here.”

“…,” Damn kid!

Such annoying manners, just like Ethaniel.

Kayla followed Oliver to a small hillside at the back of the school. Oliver found a shady spot under a tree and sat down gracefully. Kayla looked at his profile, thinking, in ten years, this kid would surely make many girls swoon, but right now…

“What’s this?” The bento box was plastic, and the food inside was red and green, unappetizing at first glance.

“It’s a bento,” Kayla opened her own box as well. “This is cauliflower, this is tomato and egg stir-fry, and this is bitter melon. Look, yours is better than mine; it even has two extra pieces of ribs.”

Oliver looked down at the bento, said to be better than Kayla’s, with no expression on his delicate face.

He, Oliver, the third-generation direct heir of the Lacroix Family, the only son of the Goldenshore Group president… had never eaten such plain food in his life!

“I don’t eat this.” Growing up in a life of luxury, how could he possibly eat such food?

Seeing his disgusted expression, Kayla put down her bento and forcibly turned his body towards her.

“What are you doing? Stupid woman, let go of me!” Oliver, unable to resist Kayla, was pulled over and sat face to face with her.

Kayla looked at Oliver’s delicate, stubborn face seriously and said coldly, “I know your family is rich, and you’ve had all the top resources since birth. But I’m different. I grew up with my mom, just the two of us, sometimes struggling to get by. Oliver, do you think I’m poor and only eat this kind of ordinary bento? But let me tell you, this bento was bought with my own money, while you can only spend your daddy’s. When you can earn money to support yourself, then you have the right to be picky. But right now, you don’t. If you don’t eat, then you’ll just go hungry!”

After saying this, she ignored Oliver and started eating her own meal. Oliver pursed his lips, staring intently at Kayla. This stupid woman dared to yell at him, but what she said did make some sense. He couldn’t let her look down on him. If she could eat this, so could he!

Throwing down his book, Oliver grabbed the bento box and started eating with large bites. Kayla, watching his scrunched-up face, suddenly felt a bit tender. This brat wasn’t entirely hopeless; in fact, he was quite cute…

After a while, a piece of rib was suddenly tossed into Kayla’s bento box. “Hmm?”

“… I don’t like meat… This isn’t well-cooked anyway.” Oliver turned his face away, speaking without looking up.

Seeing his reddening ears, Kayla couldn’t resist leaning in with a teasing smile. “Really, you don’t like meat?”

“Stop nagging!” Oliver leaned back, his small head tilted upwards in frustration. “I just didn’t want you to say I was wasting food!”

Ha!

After lunch, Oliver, holding his book, was about to head back to class when Kayla stopped him. “Wait a second!”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What now?”

“… Brat,” Kayla pulling a thermos with a pink pig print from her bag. “You didn’t bring a water bottle, did you? Here, use this one.”

“This is so ugly, I don’t want it!” He would never use such a childish water bottle!

“Ugly?” Kayla looked at the bottle. “That store also has ones with dogs, cat paws, rabbits. I can exchange it for you. Which one do you like?”

Oliver snatched the bottle decisively. “Just this one!”

“As expected, kids still like cute, pink things.”

“…” Oliver couldn’t even muster a rebuttal.

“By the way, have you settled your admission procedures? How are the teachers treating you? Are you getting along with your classmates?”

Ethaniel was really a heartless daddy, just dropping Oliver off at school without a second thought. She couldn’t help but think Oliver was too young to handle everything on his own.

“It’s all sorted, but I don’t know about the teachers. I don’t attend classes.”

“Not in class?” Kayla was surprised, immediately imagining a scene where the teachers and students were bullying the new kid!

Seeing Kayla’s indignant expression, Oliver quickly guessed what was going through her mind. “The teachers don’t know more than I do. Attending their classes is a waste of my time.”

“…” Kayla was stunned for a moment, thinking this brat was really… too insufferable!

“Alright, you should go now.” Oliver shooed Kayla away, not forgetting to threaten her, “Remember to pick me up tonight, or the consequences will be severe.”

“Hmph, brat! I’m leaving.” She reminded him, “If something comes up, make sure to contact your daddy.”

She turned and ready to leave.

“Wait!” Oliver called out from behind her. Looking at Kayla’s puzzled face, he bit his lip and averted his eyes awkwardly. “My daddy is very busy. Can I call you instead?”

“… Sure,” Kayla said, smiling at his flustered expression. “If you need anything, you can always call me.”

She then pulled out a notepad, writed her number, and handed it to him. “I know you’re smart, but you’re still young. Don’t try to act cool when you should be studying.”

Oliver hesitated for a moment, looking at her bright, clean smile under the police hat. He lowered his head, his ears a bit red. “… Okay.”

Kayla pinched his little ear and left the school.

Oliver stood there holding the pink pig thermos, touched his hot ears, hesitated for a moment, and then walked back to class.

Such a childish woman. He was the youngest member of MENSA Global Club with an IQ of 160. How could those teachers teach him anything?

But… going to class wouldn’t hurt. He could always read his own books anyway.