Speaking of the Lane family, I immediately looked at him. “Tomorrow is your dad's birthday? Um, what gift should I get? Ugh, I only cared about fighting with Lyle today and forgot about buying gifts.”
Since I was going over as Lyle's wife, I did not actually have to worry about bringing gifts since Grandma would prepare everything. However, the situation was different now. I wanted to dump Lyle and get together with Christopher. Thus, I should be more serious when meeting his father.
“Don't worry. I've already prepared it for you.” He then jutted his chin toward the coffee table. On it, there was a plainly packaged box. I was dumbfounded when I picked it up. “Walnut cookies? Oh, come on, you want me to bring such a thing to a luxury party? I'll get laughed at.”
I then glared unhappily at him and asked, “You're not playing tricks on me, right?”
“Trust me, I'll play tricks on anyone but you,” he replied, patting the top of my head. “Why? Is my reputation that poor?”
As I looked deep into his eyes, for some reason, I trusted him. I believed that no matter what he did, he would not hurt me. Thus, I wrinkled my nose and said, “I'll believe you then. But if I lose face, I'll beat you up.”