Billionaires with Benefits Chapter 129 – 129 129. A Miracle of Apple Pie

129 129. A Miracle of Apple Pie

“Hey! Why did you destroy my apple pie?” The man protested in annoyance.

However, instead of answering the question, Clara could only be stunned and looked at her interlocutors with a small gaping mouth.

The woman was indeed very surprised when he found a man standing on the side of the bread rack, opposite from her. The man’s clear emerald eyes stared at Clara sharply. The man’s mouth opened a little, showing the same astonishment as Clara felt.

The man’s dark hair was darker than Clara’s. A slight change was in his long hair. The bangs were slightly covering his eyes.

Clara swallowed. The man was the janitor she was looking for. “You? You were the janitor at that time, right? ”

“What janitor?” asked the man to Clara. His eyebrows furrowed, which reminded Clara of that night, that was his expression after she slapped the man after passionately kissing her.

Clara’s heart was palpitating, beating fast with uncertainty. His perfectly tanned skin reminded Clara of when she was in the handsome janitor’s arms. Still clear in her memory, how they were so close and kissing so eagerly, like real lovers who were in heat.

No more mistakes. The man was the janitor she kissed. His red lips were the lips that she crushed. Still fresh in Clara’s memory, how soft his lips were, so velvety.

The one she was looking for was present before her. Real and not an illusion.

…..

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who I am! I remember the scene well. It was you,” Clara said, demandingly. “You were the janitor at that time.”

Samuel was stunned. Now he remembered who the woman in front of him was. She was Clara Decker. A drunken woman came to the bakery cafe a few months ago and had trouble. However, the most feared thing happened. He did not want Clara to know his real identity.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. Who are you?” Samuel pretended he didn’t know anything and immediately took some cakes and bread randomly and rushed in line at the cashier.

Clara did not accept it just like that. How could anyone reject her? How could there be someone who ignored her at all?

Clara’s hand clenched in annoyance as she looked at Samuel’s back. Never was she treated that way. Her amber eyes looked at Samuel with exasperation.

Samuel, who was standing in line at the cashier, felt there was someone who threw a sharp gaze at him. His back felt cold, making him slightly shiver.

When it was his turn to pay, Samuel gave cash to the cashier. “Keep the change!”

“Thank you, Sam!” replied the cashier who already knew Samuel well.

Samuel then left, half running away from the shop. He rushed into the car and drove fast, immediately straight home so as not to get bad luck again because he met the terrible woman he had ever helped, with force, three months ago.

“Unlucky! How could I meet that woman again? ” Samuel grumbled when he stopped at a red light. “Wasn’t she wasted at that time? How could she remember me?” He muttered again while observing the cake box on the passenger seat.

Samuel ruffled his hair and grumbled in annoyance. “The apple pie!”

Samuel was still upset with the ruined apple pie. That’s the last apple pie. Sofia’s order. How would he pass the night calmly if he failed to bring apple pie home?

The image of Sofia’s nagging sulking face because she didn’t get her favorite food loomed in Samuel’s mind. His sister could turn into a toilet ghost if she didn’t get the food she wanted.

This was all because his mother and father canceled their schedule. They should have been back from vacation. While Sofia, who was left alone at home, wanted sweets. Inevitably, she made her apple pie. However, it ended in her destroying the kitchen and making his mother’s oven burnt because she fell asleep while baking some pies.

Instead of regretting, the spoiled girl even cried all day and did not want to eat anything but the apple pie from Sakura Bakery. Unfortunately, Samuel still had to rehearse for the piano concert which would be held next month.

Samuel stopped in front of the house. He exhaled softly, preparing mentally for his sister’s tantrum. He hoped that the apple cinnamon bun that he bought could replace the apple pie.

With slow movements, as if his body was heavier than steel, Samuel opened his car door and took the cake box. He rushed to the house just to find Sofia who had folded her arms and put on an angry face, as angry as the forest goddess to a delinquent that made the forest on fire.

“Sofia?” Samuel asked, doubtfully.

“I guess, you don’t get the apple pie I ordered, right?” asked Sofia. She knew because apple pie was a favorite food that was running out quickly at Sakura Bakery. The fact that Samuel came home late was real proof that tonight she would not get a piece of apple pie.

“Forgive me! I’ve tried, but I only managed to get something similar to your order. Apple bun. It tastes almost the same. They use the same dough for filling. So, eat this apple bun as a temporary substitute, tomorrow I will take you to Bakery in the morning. Sounds solutive, right?” William asked, trying to get mercy from his younger sister.

“You shouldn’t have been too late to buy! ” Sofia snapped. Her eyes were glazed. She wanted a delicious apple pie from the bakery.

Sofia’s cry could no longer be dammed. She then beat her brother with her tiny fists. “You a jerk!”

Samuel could only grin. What he imagined happened. Sofia’s tantrum was annoying.

The big house was full of Sofia’s roar. Fortunately, their parents brought their siblings on vacation along. If not, surely they would wake up to hear Sofia’s roar and make the situation even more chaotic.

However, before long, Sofia suddenly stopped. Her eyes were rounded to see something that was not her brother.

Sofia’s eyes did not blink to look at a woman holding an apple pie in a small box, standing awkwardly behind Samuel. Sofia looked confused by what was happening. However, the woman seemed to be much more confused because she was currently in a large and luxurious mansion that was even bigger than her parents’.

Random thoughts raged in Clara’s head. Didn’t she chase a poor janitor?