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“But it got better later on. As Morgan grew up, we celebrated festivals together. Valentine’s Day, Spring Festival. With Morgan by my side, I never felt lonely again,” said Cindy Clarke, smiling.
“But of all the Valentine’s Days, this one is the warst one for ,” said Cindy, looking at the full moon. “All the elders treat so well, like I’m part of their family.”
“You are always part of the family,” corrected Adrian Zhekova. “If Old Madam hears you say this, she’ll be heartbroken.”
Cindy finally ca to her senses and faced Adrian: “Thank you.”
She hugged Adrian: “It’s so nice to have you all.”
Adrian held her tighter in his arms: “From now on, not just on holidays but every day, you’ll have us.”
Maybe the moon is too round or maybe the night is just too warm.
Cindy wanted to be with Adrian, completely and truly.
Close to him, inseparable.
Cindy gathered her courage, tiptoed with so effort, and leaned close to Adrian’s ear.
Fortunately, she couldn’t see his face, which gave her even more courage to speak up: “I’m ready.”
At first, Adrian didn’t understand what Cindy ant.
Not until the corner of his lips was touched by Cindy’s.
Adrian shuddered abruptly, looking at her excitedly: “Do you an what I think you an?”
Cindy originally wanted to reply, how should I know what you’re thinking?
But, seeing the excitent on Adrian’s sowhat flushed face and the tightening grip of his hands.
Cindy couldn’t bear to tease him.
She blushed and nodded slightly twice.
Adrian suddenly lifted her up with all his strength and rushed back into the bedroom.
In the blink of an eye, there were only two days left before the second competition.
This ti the competition was scheduled on a Saturday.
Everyone would be off work, and there would be more spectators.
After tasting Michael Greene’s signature dish, Yellow Croaker in soup, Cindy returned to study and develop improvents.
She finally produced a finished product.
So on Wednesday, Cindy brought her newly-made Yellow Croaker in soup to Adrian’s company.
She didn’t make the dish at night fearing that Morgan might get tired of it since they just had it a few days ago, which would affect her appetite for dinner.
So, Adrian had to be the guinea pig.
When Cindy arrived at Pingla, she walked to the entrance.
The security guard at the door called out, “Miss Clarke, good afternoon!”
With such enthusiasm, Cindy was confused.
She quickly replied, “Good afternoon, haven’t you guys had lunch yet?”
“It’s not ti for the lunch break yet. When it’s ti, we’ll go eat,” said the security guard with a smile. “Miss Clarke, please co in.”
Even though this was not Cindy’s first ti here, she often delivered als here even before she t Adrian.
But she had never seen the security guards so familiar with her.
She was just about to check in at the front desk.
But before she could get there, a receptionist saw her and imdiately called out enthusiastically, “Miss Clarke, you’re here!”
Cindy:
She was very suspicious that Adrian must have said sothing.
“Miss Clarke.” An employee ca out from behind the front desk.
“Hello,” Cindy said hurriedly.
“Miss Clarke, you don’t need to check in with us when you co here. Just go straight up,” The employee said. “We all know you; we wouldn’t ask you to check in.”
“Alright, then I’ll go up first,” Cindy said.
“Miss Clarke, take your ti!” The employee said imdiately.
After watching Cindy’s retreating figure, the employee whispered to a colleague, “Is this polite and enthusiastic enough? I don’t know if it ets the CEO’s standards.”
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