The Lawyer’s Romance in Law
Chapter 425

Chapter 425 Battle of Wits

In the meantime, Symeon had already taken his seat in the dining area but hadn't started eating yet. After all, he was waiting for Amanda and Aiden. Looking at the table full of oriental cuisines, Symeon couldn't help but smile in joy because he felt as if he had become a kind-hearted man. Unlike his present self, his former self wouldn't spare a thought for anyone else, let alone tell his chef to make dishes that he didn't like just for someone else or wait for someone. Soon, when he heard Amanda and Aiden's voices from afar, a warm smile appeared on his face.

When Symeon turned his head, he saw Amanda and the boy entering the dining area. He then fixed his gaze on the child and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Despite having spent a few days there, Aiden was still apparently wary of Symeon, holding Amanda's hands tightly. Soon, Amanda carried Aiden and placed him on the chair, rolling his sleeves so that he could eat more comfortably.

Then, Amanda looked at the table full of oriental cuisines and became bewildered, wondering what Symeon was up to because she knew he didn't like oriental food at all.

"Mommy, I want that chicken wing."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Nevertheless, before Amanda could place the chicken wing on Aiden's plate, Symeon had already beaten, her to it by placing it on the boy's plate.

"You don't like oriental food, so why did you have your chef make them?" Amanda skeptically asked.

Symeon smirked, "It doesn't matter. I'm just here to accompany you for the meal. I'm not very hungry."

"Does it matter? I'm just here to keep you both company, plus I'm not hungry anyway." Symeon smirked in response.

"Okay..." Amanda didn't say anything more as she directed her attention to feeding Aiden. After all, she couldn't stand the mess that Aiden created while trying to finish the meal by himself.

A few moments later, Symeon suddenly said something. "You guys will move to a different place

tomorrow."

As soon as Amanda heard Symeon's words, she lost her focus and accidentally dropped the fork and knife from her hands onto the dining table, staring at the man's face in front of her. A different place? Why? Why should we move to a different place? Amanda's first instinct immediately prompted her to suspect that Symeon might have discovered something because she couldn't think of any other reason that might explain why he wanted them to move.

In the face of Amanda's dramatic reaction, Symeon furrowed his brows in puzzlement. "What's wrong? You have a problem with that?"

"No, that's not what I meant, but I don't understand. Is it necessary for us to move out? Where exactly are

we going? I'm already used to living here."

Symeon smiled and said, "It's not far from here, actually. We're just moving to the next villa. You won't be leaving this compound. The layout and structure of that building will be exactly the same as this one. In fact, I can even have them made just like the one in your room here."

Amanda went silent, replaceing that to be even stranger because she couldn't understand why Symeon

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wanted them to move to the villa next door. Yacob is going to act in the next two days. Our plan is going to fail if he can't replace me and Aiden. What should I do now? At the thought of that, Amanda had a feeling that Symeon knew what she was up to. What if I refuse to go along with Symeon? He is going to get suspicious of me, isn't he?

What should I do now?

"I heard you're going on a business trip in two days' time. Is that true?" Amanda asked.

Symeon picked up a porcelain bowl and took a sip of the soup in it, nodding. "Yup, I'm going on a business trip to Fliaria for a week. What's wrong? Do you have something to tell me?"

"Nothing. I was just curious actually. I was wondering what that has to do with us moving to the villa next

door."

"Nope, nothing at all. It's just that there's going to be a thorough cleaning going on soon, so it'd be better for

you both to stay there for a few days. If you can't get used to staying there, you could move back here next week." Symeon put his words so casually that it sounded like something trivial.

In fact, Symeon's butler noticed a few suspicious silhouettes from the security footage when he was told to take a look at them. As those silhouettes were seen in Villa No. 4, Symeon quickly decided to arrange another place for Amanda and Aiden to stay for the sake of their safety. Nevertheless, if Amanda insisted on not following Symeon's plan, it would seem obvious to him that she had something to do with those mysterious infiltrators.

At that moment, neither of them said a single word as if they were in a battle of wits and mind with each other. Sensing Symeon's intention, Amanda nodded and replied, "Alright, we'll do as you say then. We can move back here next week anyway. Just let me and Aiden sleep in the same room because it usually takes quite a bit of time before he can finally get used to a new environment. No problem! I'll just take Aiden to Villa No. 4 and meet up with Yacob at midnight by then.

In the meantime, Symeon heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his guard when he heard Amanda's affirmative reply. “Thanks for being so understanding. If you need anything while I'm away, you could. approach my butler directly. However, you mustn't leave the estate."

"I'm aware of that. Without your orders, I won't be allowed to leave the estate." Amanda reacted with ant indifferent tone, to which Symeon smiled without saying a single word.

After dinner, Amanda surprisingly felt tired because she hadn't eaten enough, having exhausted her energy in her battle of wits with Symeon. Then, upon putting Aiden to sleep, she went downstairs alone to the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator to replace something to eat. Nevertheless, she couldn't seem to replace anything much to eat in the refrigerator as all she could see were fresh and raw vegetables. Well, I guess the people in this house don't fancy fast food a lot. Now that the chef has already gone home, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to be my own chef.

Soon, Amanda randomly picked a few ingredients and planned to cook herself some pasta. After spending about ten minutes, she made a plate full of pasta, whereupon she was about to enjoy it at the dining table. However, before she could take her first bite, she heard Symeon's footsteps from outside the kitchen. Then, she looked up and saw Symeon walking into the dining area.

When Symeon saw the hot steaming bowl of pasta, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you still hungry?" It was then that he began recalling their dinner earlier that night. Wait a second, it looks like Amanda was only busy feeding Aiden during dinner just now. She didn't eat much herself, did she?

Amanda sat down and grabbed a fork and a spoon as she began munching the pasta. "I was starving all of a sudden, not to mention the fact that I have a habit of eating supper. But you don't need to worry about

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1. I'll wash the dishes myself without dirtying your kitchen." She replied casually.

Symeon wouldn't mind if Amanda dirtied his kitchen, but he also didn't replace it necessary for him to elaborate in response to that. Soon, he grabbed a chair and sat down beside her, watching her eat pasta in a serious manner. "Do you have any plans if I let you walk away now?"

"Me? Of course." But why should I tell you? Of course, I'm going to bring Aiden with me and reunite with Elias. Deep down, Amanda believed that they would live a happy life again when Elias woke up. Symeon asked again, "What are your plans?" Deep down, he had no idea when he had become so interested in Amanda. In fact, she had grown on him so much that he became curious about her past and her future plans. Nevertheless, Symeon didn't know why and how he developed such a keen interest in Amanda, thinking it was their son, Aiden, who linked them together.

"Why should I tell you that? That's my privacy."

"It doesn't matter, I guess. If I want to know it, I could always replace out anything I want to know about your life. Symeon's voice sounded cold and ruthless, as if everyone was just a pawn in his eyes. Amanda snorted coldly. "You sound confident, Mr. Lawrence."