"Did you find the person?"
Ethan Sinclair was lounging on the sofa in the Sterling Group CEO’s office, idly playing with his phone. Zane Sterling was tinkering in the open kitchen.
He carried out a bowl of seafood porridge from the kitchen and pushed it in front of Ethan.
"Try it," Zane said.
Ethan sat up in shock as if he were rising from a deathbed, "How much?"
"What do you an, how much?"
"The secretarial staff cos over for tastings at a minimum of two thousand, shouldn’t I get double that? In case it poisons , at least I’d earn so consolation money."
"Tsk, such ambition!" Zane tossed the spoon into the bowl and sat across from him.
Ethan wasn’t polite; he picked up the spoon and began to eat.
"You still haven’t answered my question, you found her, right?"
Zane responded with a nonchalant "Mhm," then crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa, lighting a cigarette on his own.
Ethan glanced at him.
He seed to be smoking more and more lately.
"Doesn’t she want to play? Let her have a good ti." Zane’s lips subtly curled up.
If they catch her, she might hide even tighter.
Besides, they’re law-abiding citizens, not engaging in anything illegal. If she wants to play, they’ll play along until she gets scared, until she cos and begs for rcy!
"How’s Sophia doing?" Ethan asked while eating.
Zane didn’t notice that Ethan had already finished the porridge.
"Aside from that pest bothering her every day, everything’s fine." Zane frowned, looking at the empty bowl in front of him, "Was it good?"
"It was alright," Ethan replied.
"Twenty-one servings," Zane comnted.
"..." Ethan shot him a glare.
*
Sophia Lowell seed to be in a rather good mood when she woke up, and drank a full bowl of seafood porridge.
For several days in a row, Sophia could enjoy the als Zane prepared and had sent over for her three tis a day.
Her health was recovering well, without any major issues.
Three days later, she was discharged from the hospital.
"How about mom stays to accompany you?"
Autumn Lowell looked at Sophia, who was lying casually on the sofa eating grapes, as if she was carefree.
It seed as if she had let go of sothing, appeared disinterested in everything, even Zane.
"No need, mom. Aunt Sutton is here, don’t worry," Sophia raised her hand to look at the red string on her wrist.
Zoe Walsh ca out from the kitchen; there was only one room with a bed in Zane’s villa, nowhere else to sleep, so it would be hard to stay over.
"Just call us if you need anything, don’t handle everything alone. Rest up, and tomorrow mom will take you out to play!" Zoe smiled.
"Where are we going to play?" It seed like Sophia hadn’t gone out with Zoe for a long ti.
"You’ll know tomorrow when we go."
Autumn also smiled, but didn’t say anything.
They left after dinner.
"Aunt Sutton, the seafood porridge from the other day was really good. Do you have ti tomorrow? I’d like to have so more." Sophia asked while passing by the kitchen.
"If you want it, I’ll definitely make it!" Aunt Sutton laughed.
She has a good appetite, not experiencing any nausea like other pregnant won, she enjoys eating, so naturally she’ll have her wish fulfilled.
"Where was the oyster bought from? It looked so fresh." She asked.
"The seafood market on the east side, the seafood there is the freshest and fattest!" Aunt Sutton said without missing a beat.
Sophia paused for a mont, smiled slightly, and went upstairs without saying more.
There were no oysters in the seafood porridge that day.
Aunt Sutton had lied, breakfast wasn’t made by her.
She suddenly rembered the first day Aunt Sutton stayed at the house, the shrimp dumplings that morning looked extrely unattractive, and when she saw the unhandled male footprints in the kitchen, she should’ve realized earlier.
If these breakfasts or als weren’t made by Aunt Sutton, then there’s only one possibility, that it’s the man.
That man has been by her side all along.
While she’s fast asleep.
She pressed her lips together, feeling a wave of warmth in her heart.
The next day, she got up at five, without deliberately setting the alarm.
During this period, she often gets up at night, she seems to have gotten used to it.
Usually, Aunt Sutton would leave a cup of warm water by the bedside, which she can drink as soon as she wakes up.
Today, she drank the water and then walked barefoot downstairs carefully, as if worried any slight sound would shatter the anticipation she held in her heart.
Her steps were light, but with every step, her heart felt heavy.
The kitchen light was on, surrounded by silence and dimness.
In the early sumr dawn, at around five, the sky slowly turns a pale white, and the sound of cicadas can be faintly heard from the branches in the backyard. The harmony of the mont brings a suffocating beauty.
Slight sounds ca from the kitchen, even the footsteps were gentle.
Sophia glanced at Aunt Sutton’s room door, which was tightly closed, showing no signs of getting up.
She crouched by the corner of the stairs, carefully observing every movent in the kitchen.
If she hadn’t co down today, she wouldn’t have known that the kitchen was truly quiet.
Or was purposely quieted.
Being secretly loved seed to be materializing at this mont.
She observed with a nervous heart, just like a titular voyeur doing sothing wrong, the guilt and secretiveness made her nerves amplify indefinitely.
She wasn’t sure what she was afraid of.
Her heart beat wildly, an unprovoked tension enveloping her.
Until a pair of n’s shoes appeared in her sight, all her ntal preparation collapsed.
It’s indeed him!
That man was wearing slippers and a pair of gray shorts, a loose top, and had an apron around his neck, handling seafood with scissors in the kitchen.
Aunt Sutton’s figure wasn’t seen anywhere.
Evidently, these days it’s been this man doing all the work.
She folded her hands together on her knees, resting her chin on her arms, watching the man busy himself in the kitchen, without any intention to expose him.
The morning sun stread through the window into the living room, casting a faint golden hue. The kitchen exuded the sweet aroma of seafood porridge.
The man opened the pot lid, looked at the ti on his wristwatch, and his lips curved into a slight smile.
The woman sitting at the stair corners also subtly smiled, watching the sunlight cascade over his honey-colored skin; his strong biceps faintly visible. With rhythmic motions, he took a scoop of porridge and cautiously tested the flavor.
He licked his lips, seemingly satisfied with the taste satisfactionally turned off the fla, took a bowl from the cabinet, filled it with porridge, and set it aside to cool.
Then he tidied up the kitchen items, seriously checked the floor for footprints, controlled the robot vacuum with his phone to clean up the ss, satisfiedly sat at the dining area and turned to eat that bowl of seafood porridge.
The woman watched him and slyly returned to her room to wash up.
Aunt Sutton should be getting up by this ti.
Sophia should also be getting up.
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