Yan Chuan could not understand, lowering his eyelids to avoid Duncan’s gaze.
He took a few steps back: “There is only bread and jerky. If you don’t need them, you can leave…”
Duncan’s room was relatively large, as five of them had come to stay there.
Vincent had probably been thrown into another room, as there was no sound from him. A few tall men were gathered here, making the space feel a bit cramped.
The gas lamp overhead was bright, and the atmosphere in the room was quiet. Two tall, strong men stood at the door, like silent mountains blocking the way.
A beautiful young Asian man was holding a basket with bread, lips pressed together, a sense of wariness displayed on his snow-white face.
The bread in the basket emitted a sweet, cheesy aroma.
“I want to leave,” Yan Chuan glanced at the silent bodyguard and hugged the basket tighter. “If you don’t want it, I’ll just go…”
Being suddenly pulled into the room made him somewhat frustrated; he didn’t even want to look back.
Little did he know what Duncan wanted to say next.
Yan Chuan frowned and continued, “The food at the hotel isn’t varied; they only offer bread, jerky, and simple soup. If you don’t need it, I won’t bother you again.”
He should have asked first before knocking on the door; in the afternoon, Duncan had even asked him if he wanted to drink, so it didn’t seem like they were lacking food.
Maybe he would even look down on the hotel’s bread and jerky.
Thinking of this, Yan Chuan knitted his brows even tighter.
“Yes,” Duncan suddenly said, “If it’s delivered to us, why would we refuse?”
Duncan set down his goblet, the glass clinking against the wooden table with a crisp sound.
“Come here,” his tone carried an almost undetectable implication, slightly rising: “Let me see the bread in the basket—”
Yan Chuan had no choice but to take two steps towards Duncan.
As a guest, he couldn’t just leave, and Duncan’s men were blocking the door, preventing his exit.
“There’s only this kind of bread…” Although he wasn’t very happy, Yan Chuan continued to speak.
Duncan waved his hand, and a person at the door came over to take the bread from Yan Chuan’s hands.
“Want to drink some wine?” The handsome man with blue eyes pointed to the wine bottle and gestured for Yan Chuan to sit opposite him.
There was another empty wine glass on the table.
Yan Chuan shook his head.
He had already stated that he didn’t drink; why did Duncan still ask him?
Besides, he was laying out two glasses, was he waiting for him?
Yan Chuan felt somewhat confused but still declined.
With the bread delivered, Yan Chuan continued, “Soon Ashu will come to serve dinner; there is corn chowder and vegetable soup.”
He hugged the basket and repeated what he had said to the other guests.
“Don’t open the window carelessly if it rains tonight,” the pretty dark-haired Asian said, lowering his eyelids. “If you feel cold at night, add some firewood to the stove; there are thick blankets in the cupboard…”
Duncan nodded, surprisingly listening to his instructions attentively.
“Will you feel cold sleeping at night?” Yan Chuan was suddenly interrupted by Duncan, who was looking at him with interest, bringing up an unrelated question.
Yan Chuan was taken aback.
Those ocean-like heavy and deep eyes were fixed on him.
“No…” he pressed his lips together. “Thank you for your concern. I’m finished talking; now I need to deliver dinner to others.”
Yan Chuan took a few more steps toward the door, squeezing past with his slender frame.
The silent bodyguard at the entrance stretched out his hand to block his path.
Yan Chuan had no choice but to turn and look at Duncan again.
“I want to go out.” After being stopped a few times and asked some nonsensical questions, Yan Chuan was growing a bit annoyed, brusquely tossing this statement out.
Duncan raised his hand.
“You and that Ashu,” he said with a smirk, pulling out a smile, seemingly curious, “the one who listens to you very well, do you sleep together at night?”
Yan Chuan was stunned for a moment.
Seeing the teasing glint in the man’s eyes, he tightened his lips, “No.”
Duncan maintained that relaxed expression.
Yan Chuan felt as if he was being interrogated, and all he came to do was deliver bread; why did Duncan ask him so much?
Who he slept with at night had nothing to do with him?
Yan Chuan was more displeased now.
Seeing the cold expression on Yan Chuan’s face, Duncan spread his hands.
“Alright,” he showed a hint of insincerity in his apology, “I was just curious, but—”
But what?
Yan Chuan slightly furrowed his brows.
“You might need to be wary of him,” Duncan said, cracking a smile, “he doesn’t seem very honest; he might even sneak into your bed at midnight.”
Was that all he wanted to say?
Yan Chuan initially was a bit wary, but upon hearing this, he only responded with an “oh.”
He felt inexplicably annoyed and still said, “I understand.”
Why did someone like Duncan come over to say these things to him?
Why was he talking nonsense about Ashu?
Yan Chuan straightened his face, “I understand, so I’ll leave now.”
Without even a goodbye, Duncan nodded slightly, signaling the bodyguard at the door to let Yan Chuan go.
Yan Chuan rejoined Ashu in the room of the middle-aged couple.
Perhaps something went wrong, as the couple was in a quarrel; the man, with red cheeks from drinking, shouted unilaterally while the woman, wrapped in a headscarf, just looked down, holding the child.
Ashu couldn’t bear to watch, saying a couple of words while delivering food.
Seeing someone else had come, the husband calmed down a bit, but he still complained and cursed.
Yan Chuan stayed back, only hearing the drunken man repeatedly curse the same sentence.
“The child sent by Satan… the devil!”
Yan Chuan felt somewhat puzzled.
However, this room was the last one; once they delivered the food, they could return to rest.
Yan Chuan carried the basket with a few leftover pieces of bread up the stairs.
Ashu followed closely behind him.
When he saw Yan Chuan open the door, he joined in, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
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