Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

During the meal, Taylor didn't call Link over; instead, she picked out a few dishes that Link liked and had the servants deliver them to the small living room. She also specifically instructed the servants to tell him to eat quietly and not feed the children anything haphazardly.

She knew all too well how rough these men could be when it came to taking care of children.

After dinner, Taylor returned to the music room to polish some scores and lyrics until it was almost dark when she suddenly remembered that she hadn't instructed the servants to arrange a room for Link.

When she reached the second floor, she asked where Link was.

The servant said that Mr. Baker had left; after he finished eating, he had played with Alexander and Cynthia in the nursery for a while before leaving to work out.

"Work out?"

Taylor frowned and stood on the villa's main building terrace for a while.

As it was getting dark, she saw a figure running back from the lawn outside, followed by a car that restarted and headed towards downtown Nashville after he entered the estate.

The lights in front of the villa illuminated the figure — it was Link, wearing a drenched T-shirt with his hair also wet, his white Nike shoes caked with mud, and carrying two grass carp, looking like a fisherman.

Taylor blinked rapidly, leaning on the railing and asked, "What were you doing?"

"I was training at a boxing gym in the city. On the way back, I told Bob Wallace that it would probably be beautiful by the lake in the evening. We decided to check it out, so we ran around Lenoir Lake. After finishing the run, I noticed there were fish in the lake, so I jumped in and caught two. Do you want to have a late-night snack?"

Link asked, lifting up the fish.

Taylor's lips trembled, and she turned around, covering her mouth as she walked back inside.

That night, Link cooked a dish of sweet and sour braised carp, a plate of pickled cucumbers, a pizza, and opened a can of beer, sitting in the small living room enjoying the delicious food.

Cynthia was asleep, but Alexander hadn't fallen asleep; he lay in the small living room's rocking crib, staring at him eating the late-night snack with big drooling eyes.

Unable to bear it, Link asked the nanny Rachel if the little guy could eat fish at seven months old?

Nanny Rachel explained that a baby's digestive system isn't fully developed yet. They could have some light fish soup, but should avoid greasy, heavily flavored food, especially before sleep as it might cause indigestion.

While Rachel was explaining this, Taylor happened to come by and asked Rachel what she was saying, to which Rachel reported truthfully.

Annoyed, Taylor gave him a glance, asking Rachel to take Alexander back to his room to sleep and not let him drool here.

"Want some?"

"Humph!"

"Got it, you're on a diet."

Link shrugged his shoulders, not insisting, and continued picking at the fish.

This fish had many tiny, fine bones, requiring careful eating, but its flavor was much more delicious than sea fish — tender and smooth, melting in the mouth.

He planned to catch another two the next day, make fish soup for the little ones, and let them experience a bit of fatherly love.

"Did you catch these in the lake?"

A fork suddenly extended from the opposite side.

"Be careful, it's quite bony. Eat this piece; it has no bones."

Link picked out a whole piece of fish and placed it on her plate.

"This is a landscape lake; fishing is forbidden."

"I caught them with my hands."

"Isn't catching fish still fishing?"

"No, fishing involves nets, traps, and other tools on a large scale. Catching by hand is different. When I entered the water, there were seven or eight fishermen night fishing on the opposite shore. Compared to them, me jumping in the water to catch two fish is reasonable."

"You, a big celebrity jumping into the lake to catch fish to eat, aren't afraid of being photographed by paparazzi and becoming a hot search topic?"

"Not afraid, I'm a descendant of fishermen; it's quite reasonable for me to catch fish."

Link said nonchalantly.

Taylor helplessly rolled her eyes at him, this guy definitely had the thickest skin in the entertainment industry, never worried about facing criticism no matter what he did.

"Lenoir Lake has a lot of silt; don't recklessly dive into the water. If you want fish, I'll have the servants buy some tomorrow. There's a place nearby that sells them."

"I'll listen to you."

Link said as he ate the fish.

Taylor watched him, his hands busy, focused on the fish, eating with relish, his handsome cheeks also carrying a satisfied expression.

This scene inadvertently reminded her of the times before they broke up; every meal Link was the same, focused and enjoying himself. She would talk, and he would listen earnestly, occasionally responding with a brief sentence.

Every time she urged him to do something, he would say 'I'll listen to you.'

Slam!

Taylor suddenly slammed her fork on the table, her pale, delicate cheeks cold, and said mockingly, "Listen to me? You always say you'll listen to me, but when have you ever followed through?

I told you not to mess around outside, yet you messed around everywhere. Did you listen to me?

I told you to keep your distance from Ivanka, yet you ran to her house instead. I told you to take music seriously, but after making four albums, you wanted to quit. When have you ever listened to me?

Since you can't do it, why still say you will listen to me? You only make me feel like you're a jerk."

Link used a napkin to wipe the oil stains splattered on his shirt, looking at her helplessly.

Having spent half a day together, he realized that Taylor was not quite herself, more easily agitated than before, fluctuating between joy and anger, and no longer as lively and straightforward as before, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

Link sighed inwardly; he had heard that women could easily encounter psychological problems during and after pregnancy.

Taylor was probably in this situation.

Taylor had always been very concerned about public opinion. She would never do anything the media criticized, and she would immediately correct any flaws the media pointed out. Compared to the avant-garde and bold Lady Gaga, she was almost a goody-two-shoes.