Chapter 13
In the restaurant, I asked in confusion, “How did you know I prepared all this?”
Wesley was as relaxed as ever.
He picked up a pine nut and lazily popped it into his mouth, saying.
“Don’t I know you? A foolish woman who seeks revenge for the slightest grievance.”
“You!”
For some reason, he always liked calling me a foolish woman.
I was left speechless, but still lowered my head and quietly said,
“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to expose his wrongdoings, it’s just a pity…”
Wesley suddenly laughed, picking up on my words:
“Pity what?”
Before I could finish, I saw Wesley pull out a stack of documents from an envelope.
Curious, I took it and glanced at the contents.
In an instant, warmth welled
up
in
my eyes.
I blankly asked,
“How did you do this?!”
“I’ve got a bit of money in my family.”
I excitedly stood up and hugged Wesley!
He had actually acquired the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy!
“Ahem, you’re choking me! Foolish woman…”
Wesley’s face turned red, his ears flushed all the way down.
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I quickly stood up and apologized for my lack of decorum:
I quickly stood up and apologized for my lack of decorum:
“Sorry, I got too excited just now and lost my composure…”
Something flashed in Wesley’s eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.
He just stood up, cleaned the dishes, and took them into the kitchen…
Wesley was the son of the richest man in the city, always low–key, and he relied on himself for everything.
So, when the problems arose, he never asked his family for help.
After taking back the company, I threw myself into managing it.
Although the beginning was tough, with Wesley’s help, my progress was rapid.
One day, he knocked on my room door:
“Margot, are you still busy?”
I stood up and opened the door to find him holding a plate of fruit and snacks:
Cherries, durian, small cakes–everything I loved.
“Mm? Thanks, what’s up?”
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
I was about to put the plate on my desk, but when I heard that, my body froze.
A sense of bitterness rose in my chest.
I turned my back to him, then casually asked,
“Where are you going?”
“Studying abroad.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
I turned around and forced a smile at him.
“Studying abroad is great, you’ll learn a lot, meet many people, maybe even find a foreign
girlfriend.”
I was joking, but it felt hard to swallow.
In fact, during this time together, I had developed a strange feeling for him.
But I didn’t dare speak it out.
He frowned, looking a little angry, “Is that really what you think?”
This time, I chose silence, and we just stared at each other without speaking.
Finally, Wesley closed the door and left a remark:
“Eat slowly, I’ll go pack my things.”
“Also, you can stay in this house. It’s mine.”
“Mm…”
I didn’t understand. Even though I wasn’t lacking money now, I just didn’t want to move
out.
Maybe it was because I could have Wesley’s meals every day.
Maybe it was the playful teasing we shared daily that made this house feel like home…
