Chapter: 1887

“Sweet move, Alastair. How did you know this is my jam?" Rachel said, pushing the chocolate into her mouth with a smile. She ruffled Alastair's hair. "Delicious!"

Alastair beamed shyly but cheerfully.

“Alastair's got a soft spot for you," Jayleen chimed in. “That chocolate bar was supposed to be for the kids last week. Who knew he'd keep it till now? He even refused to let anyone near his bed, probably hiding that chocolate bar under his pillow.”

Listening, Rachel looked at Alastair.

She was not a sugar-lover and was especially not fond of chocolate.