CHAPTER 8: RACED... SLIGHTLY

Brewster spent a little more than twenty minutes in the bathroom before stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist. 

He knew how many he'd lost due to Ace's impatience whenever he was in a terrible mood. So, to make him happy and also to make things faster for both of them, he decided to leave the towel wrapped around him instead. 

He walked toward the bed and sat down. His head hung low as he patiently waited for Ace to be done with whatever he was doing. 

Ace raised his head at the pleasant scent in the room. The comfortable baby scent filled his nose, elevating his sour mood, and his eyes settled on the source of that comfort. 

The young man seemed to be in deep thought. His usual clear eyes were filled with layers of brood, making Ace feel like something was wrong with Brewster. 

His lips parted, but he swallowed his words and returned his gaze to his laptop. His fingers moved faster on his keyboard, typing a few words out...

 𝑰𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓

He sent out the message to his assistant. Then, he continued with his work while ignoring Brewster, who sat patiently at the edge of the bed. 

Soon, a low growl filled the room, momentarily distracting Ace. His brows raised, and his lips slowly curled into a smile he never expected. 

But the smile disappeared as soon as it came. He glanced at Brewster, "Hungry?" His deep voice rang. 

Brewster shivered at the chill. His cheeks turned red from embarrassment as he lowered his head and shifted his butt. He felt like falling into a hole... "I'm... I'm not." He lied. 

Seeing the adverse reaction of the little star, Ace rolled his eyes, his mood dampened, and he glared at him. "Are you hungry?" He asked again. 

Brewster could notice the anger in the tone, and his heart lurched. He slowly raised his head, his beautiful eyes filled with unshed tears, "Yes." He replied. His voice was as low as it could be. 

Ace finally let out a barely audible sigh and picked up his phone. He dialed a line and placed the phone to his ear. "Prepare..." He paused and looked at the little star. He raised a questioning brow. 

Brewster understood the gaze. "Anything is fine." His voice came out weak. 

"Prepare a delicious dinner for..." Ace's voice trailed off again. He realized he had no idea what the little star's name was. "Prepare something nice in 10." He concluded and ended the call. 

He dropped the phone and slowly stood up from the bed. "The food will soon be done." He said to Brewster as his feet touched the ground. 

The cold ground made his expression crumble for a split second, but he soon regained his composure as he put on his slippers. "Hang on." He cheered Brewster on awkwardly and strode toward the bathroom. 

Brewster stared at the broad and excellent back. A figure flashed in his mind, but though it was a few seconds, he felt his heart race slightly. 

Ace might have thought he didn't notice, but he actually saw the concern in Ace's eyes when his stomach grumbled and he also heard the awkwardness in his tone when he tried to assure him that the food would soon be ready. 

Brewster knew Ace was someone at the top of the food chain. Someone fully eligible to receive the bows of many, but no one would dare to receive his. A dragon among men...

But this same dragon cared about him?

Brewster felt like he was ridiculous to think so much about a flicker of affection from Ace, but he couldn't help it. Ace... that man was someone who was able to affect his mood. 

Brewster waited patiently, but Ace never left the bathroom. He wondered if the man was too embarrassed to face him after the awkward moment earlier. However, he soon heard a knock on the door. 

His gaze shifted from the bathroom to the door, and he stood up. He walked toward the door and opened it, only to see a man in a suit pushing forward a food cart. 

He bowed slightly and pushed it into the room. Within a few minutes, he arranged the neatly prepared meals on the table and bowed again before leaving the room. 

The aroma of the food filled the air, and Brewster's stomach grumbled even more.

His steps stopped, hesitating on what to do. Ace hadn't left the bathroom, and the food was already served. Was he supposed to eat first?

He pressed his lips into a thin line and slowly returned to the bed to wait for him. 

Brewster's butt had just touched the bed when the bathroom door opened and Ace walked in with half-wet hair, and with him came a refreshing scent that stunned Brewster. 

Ace's gaze fell on Brewster and his brows twitched. "Why ain't you eating?" He asked deeply. Was Brewster no longer hungry? Or was the food not up to his taste?

Ace thought of calling his people to change the food as quickly as possible... but a soft voice interrupted him, and his brows furrowed, "You were waiting for me?" He felt like he had heard wrong. 

Brewster nodded. 

Ace's expression softened considerably but he looked away instantly. "Eat. I'm not joining." He muttered.