Chapter 195 Trouble

Alayah’s p.o.v. “Yes, I did. I think Alpha Randell is allergic to computer though, his bookkeeping was still very old fashioned with tons of papers to process.” I say teasingly, Noah tries to steel a sausage from my plate and he looks surprised when I slap his hand. “Ask for seconds if you haven’t had enough, but don’t you dare steel my food.” I growl softly at him and he pecks my lips before he apologizes, “I hoped I would be fast enough, but it seems I need to work on that a little more.” He says with a grin on his face.