I was so tempted that I followed his lead, taking bites of the dishes he was eating. After a few times, Marcel shot me a look, like a cat with its fur bristled.

When the meal was over, our families had to exchange pleasantries at the restaurant entrance before heading home. But Marcel didn't linger for a second. He hopped onto his motorcycle and disappeared in a blur, the roar of the engine echoing. His speed was so fast that his figure was barely visible in no time.

Even my dad couldn't watch any longer and said, "Mr. Cox, this kid is a bit willful!"

Mr. Cox's face was red with embarrassment, and he sighed heavily. "I beat him eight times a day, but he doesn't listen."

My dad sympathized for a moment and then turned to Dylan. "Ellie is on vacation and has nothing to do. If you are free, I'll let Ellie come over to play with you."

"I'd be happy to." Dylan smiled kindly at me.

I smiled and nodded, but my thoughts were still on that rebellious figure.

The next day, my mom urged me to have lunch with Dylan. She was pleased to see me dressing up thoughtfully and joked that I was growing up and might soon be uncatchable.

I smiled and left, but instead of going to the Cox family company, I headed straight to Cox Villa.

Master Cox was old and wanted his sons and their families to move back to the old house. At this time, Dylan, being the outstanding one, was likely at the company, but Marcel, according to Mr. Cox, stayed up late and slept in, so he was probably catching up on sleep.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the Cox Villa, Marcel was in his pajamas, drinking milk. His hair was a mess, and his buttons were not properly fastened, exposing his muscular chest. He squinted at me with a ring of milk around his lips.

"Dylan's at the company," he said indifferently.

"I know," I nodded.

Marcel frowned. "Then who are you looking for? It's just me and Grandpa at home."

I tilted my head and smiled playfully. "Looking for you. Is that a problem?"

Marcel frowned again, glancing at my white doll dress. "I don't have time to entertain kids."

Ha, he's actually younger than me by a year.

"Marcel, how can you speak like that?" Outside the dining room, Master Cox's voice boomed. "A young girl comes to visit you, and you're being rude to her?"

I turned and saw Master Cox looking pleased, grinning at me. "Isn't she the little girl from the Lewis family?"