Just two simple words and I could already imagine Captian's completely expressionless face as he typed them. He was probably even filled with boredom or annoyance.
I stared at the phone screen, unable to reply.
But then...
"Ting."
Another message. Four more words.
[There's work at the company.]
My heart hammered as I replied:
[Then how will you handle dinner? Are you eating at the company? (●o●)]
[Mm.]
He replied within seconds this time.
I stared at the short response in disbelief.
Was he… waiting for my texts?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
It had to be coincidence.
Captian was busy, too busy making money to sit around watching his phone.
I typed again:
[President Anderson, don't eat at the company today. Come home for dinner. Or… can I bring dinner to you? Please wait for me. A_A]
After sending it, ten whole minutes passed with no reply.
It was like my message had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.
But I knew he saw it.
He just didn't bother replying.
Which meant…
He silently agreed.
Yes, that must be it. He agreed.
Feeling relieved, I tucked my phone into my bag and happily walked into the kitchen.
"Nanny Alley, let me prepare dinner tonight."
"Is President Anderson coming home?" she asked, watching how unusually cheerful I was.
I looked at the ingredients, thinking about what to make, then shook my head.
"No, he's not coming home. I'm going to bring dinner to him at the company."
My eyes probably sparkled, with a hint of cunning mixed in.
Nanny Alley smiled warmly.
Even though the knife incident last time was frightening, at least now I was thinking about good things.
If President Anderson knew, he'd definitely be pleased.
"Do you need my help?" she asked, suddenly energetic.
Of course I nodded.
There was a lot to do, and I definitely couldn't handle everything alone.
Tonight I planned to make medicated cuisine modern nutrient-infused therapeutic meals that help support the body without tasting like medicine. My old mentor back home taught me these recipes, and since I've studied medicine for years, I learned them quickly.
Once the ingredients were ready, I ran upstairs and brought down my small cloth pouch. Inside were carefully prepared nutritional supplements formulas my mentor specially created. They boosted health without strong odors, perfect for adding into food.
After cooking, I sprinkled the supplements over the dishes. The fragrance instantly deepened especially the soup simmering in the pot. Its aroma drifted through the entire kitchen, making anyone's mouth water.
"Mistress, what are you cooking? Why does it smell so good?"
Nanny Alley stared at the dishes obviously simple home-cooked food, yet far more fragrant than anything she ever made.
"I'm making medicated cuisine," I said, smiling as I lifted the small pouch.
"These are unique recipes from my family."
She leaned closer, nodded as she understood so this was the secret.
Soon it was already five in the afternoon.
I packed the food neatly into containers.
Originally I planned to eat first, but to show sincerity, I decided to eat at the company. Even if I couldn't eat much in front of Captian, I had something I needed to ask him, I needed to be a soft, gentle little rabbit.
To ensure he had a hot meal, I shamelessly asked Ronan to drive me.
Of course, Ronan was delighted and smirking in a very irritating way.
Thirty minutes later, the car arrived at the entrance of Anderson Corporation.
Ronan opened the door for me and said with an ambiguous grin:
"Sister-in-law, I won't go upstairs to watch the drama. I'll just wait for you down here."
Carrying the food container, I nodded.
This was my second time stepping into the Anderson Corporation building.
I still felt as unfamiliar as the first time but this time, my identity had changed.
I was now the legitimate wife of President Anderson, the woman people admired, maybe even respected.
The moment I stepped in, countless employees turned their heads.
My God.
...
She was the wife of President Anderson, the wife of the head of the entire corporation.
Was she here to inspect their work?In an instant, every employee hurriedly put their phones down and pretended to work diligently, terrified that if the boss's wife was displeased, she might have them stir-fried like squid on the spot.The pretty girl at the reception desk was nearly frightened to death. She had seen this woman once before, but at that time she was certain the woman wasn't President Anderson's wife.
Who could have guessed that with just a twist of fate, she had now become the most prestigious woman in all of Alchimie City?It was truly terrifying.
...
Ignoring the employees' stares, I stepped into the private elevator.
When it was almost at the top floor, I used the elevator wall's reflection to fix my hair. Only after making sure I looked decent did I walk out.
But when I reached the office door, I froze.
I didn't dare enter.
What was I supposed to do?
I hesitated for more than ten minutes until a cold, impatient voice drifted out from inside:
"Come in."
I jumped, tightening my grip on the food container.
How did Captian know I was here?
Did he have supernatural vision or something?
Panicking a little, I placed my hand on the doorknob, then happened to glance up.
A surveillance camera was rotating above me.
It captured exactly where I stood… and even my expressions.
No wonder he knew.
So there was a camera here.
I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and pushed the door open.
The office smelled faintly of mint, cool and refreshing.
As soon as I stepped in, I saw him still seated behind his desk, focused on the documents in front of him.
Under the lights, his face looked pale and gloomy, but the sharp outlines of his features were so flawlessly sculpted it was impossible to look away.
I quietly walked over, placed the food container on the coffee table, then sat down on the sofa, silently watching him work.
When he handled documents, he looked like a true CEO.
But when he killed people, he looked like a bloodthirsty demon king.
Utterly terrifying.
After watching for a while, my eyelids grew heavy.
I leaned against the sofa… and slowly drifted into sleep.
When Captian finally closed his file and lifted his head, he saw her curled up on the sofa, fast asleep.