Roo wasn’t surprised by his arrival. "My grandpa sent you, didn’t he?"
"Yeah, Grandpa flew in a top–notch pastry chef from France to prepare an afternoon tea for Miss.Rose"
As Brodie said this, he hastily removed the items from the car, then added apologetically, "But there’s none for you."
"No worries."
Roo looked toward the company. As long as Rosemary was happy, he’d be happy.
"Master, are you also here to deliver afternoon tea to Miss Rose?"
"Yes."
"Did I arrive too late?"
Brodie seed a bit annoyed. He knew the afternoon tea was personally prepared by the pastry chef using the finest ingredients. Grandpa put a lot of thought into it.
If Ms. Rose ate Roo’s first and then was full, not having the appetite to eat the pastries Phillip sent,
Phillip would be heartbroken.
Just then, Brodie spotted a familiar figure coming out of the company. He quickly approached her and respectfully handed over the items, saying, "Miss Rose, this is what Phillip asked to bring you."
Rosemary reached out to take it, giving a small smile and saying, "Please convey my thanks to Grandpa."
"Phillip hopes you can visit him more when you have spare ti; don’t overwork and take rest."
"Okay."
"He also said that you’re about to go to college. If you have a preferred school, whether it’s dostic or abroad, you can tell him." "Okay."
"Also, if you encounter difficulties at work, you can ask Phillip for help. If sothing’s bothering you in life, you can tell him." Roo, on the side, gave a small smile.
He rembered running the group for three years; Grandpa never sent him afternoon tea, not even a word of concern.
Now he’s being all nice to his granddaughter–in–law.
"Please convey my thanks to Grandpa.".
Rosemary stood tall, a mix of cold and cute deanor that was admirable.
"I will convey your words. I won’t disturb your work anymore.".
Having said that, Brodie glanced at Roo next to him, then said respectfully, "Master, I will take my leave."
"Alright." Roo knew he was leaving first to give them so private space.
He was a very–considerate man.
"Why are you still here?" Rosemary looked at Roo, sowhat surprised.
Roo reached out to gently touch her face, revealing a doting smile. "It’s fate; the universe wanted us to et again."
Rosemary was speechless.
"You eat my afternoon tea first. Don’t force yourself to eat Grandpa’s. Go back."
"Alright."
After Rosemary left, Roo stood there for a while, reluctant to leave.
Serena in the car didn’t expect Roo’s grandfather to have Brodie deliver afternoon tea to Rosemary!
She was so furious, she was practically fuming, almost green with jealousy!
The logo on that lunchbox was the exclusive mark of August, a top–notch French pastry chef!
Only his personally crafted pastries were worthy of such a lunchbox.
Though not plenty, his fa made a single gig worth hundreds of thousands.
Phillip actually asked August to prepare afternoon tea for an unruly girl?
Phillip was way too into her, wasn’t he?
Seeing Serena’s face contort with anger, Erik couldn’t help but say, "Miss Serena, don’t sweat the small stuff. All love stories start out like this. Gradually, the affection will wane, and there will be more
friction between the two."
Serena clenched her fists. She couldn’t just sit back and do nothing. Now Roo wasn’t interested in her, and Phillip kept his distance.
Rosemary returned to her office, looking at the dozens of afternoon tea bags on the coffee table with a headache.
Even if she were to eat them for dinner, she wouldn’t be able to finish them all.
Dean walked in to report on his work, drooling at the sight of all the food.
"Ms. Rose, you’re really living large, huh? You actually bought all these afternoon teas. Can you even finish them?"
"Just grab whatever you want." Rosemary wasn’t fond of afternoon tea, so she’d rather share than waste it.
"Ms. Rose, do you really an I can take whatever I want? These are handmade afternoon teas by August and Benson." Dean was almost dropping his jaw. Rosemary raised her eyebrow, as if asking,
Who were August and Benson?
"Ms. Rose, you really don’t know who they are?"
Dean’s eyes widened, and he swallowed. "August is a top French pastry chef, and Benson is a big shot in the pastry world."
Rosemary, who had never heard of them, raised her eyebrow in question: "Pricey?"
"Ms. Rose, aren’t these the afternoon teas you ordered? It just shows that the person who ordered these for you values and likes you very much." "Oh?"
"August has retired. To have him make an afternoon tea is no longer just about money. And Benson,last ti an international superstar wanted to taste his afternoon tea, she waited for three whole
months, pulling all the strings she had, before Benson made it for her once. These teas of yours should be worth at least hundreds of thousands, right?"
Rosemary was shocked.
Hundreds of thousands?
That expensive?
"Ms. Rose, don’t you doubt it? With their fa, their pastries are worth this price."
Looking at the quantity and the fine craftsmanship.
"Just pick whatever you want." Rosemary leaned lazily on the couch, her tone casual as if it were just regular afternoon tea in front of her, making no difference to her.
"Well, then I won’t be shy, okay?" Although Dean picked a few, they were all more common ones. He didn’t dare touch any of the expensive ones.
After a while, Molly ca to ask about the design drafts, and Rosemary let her take so too.
She took a bite of the remaining ones, just as Dean’s voice ca from outside.
"Mr. Oscar, you really can’t go in. Let confirm with Ms. Rose first that, getting mad at won’t solve anything Even if you rush in, you’ll still be kicked out in the end Why bother?"
"Let him in." Rosemary said lazily.
Oscar imdiately pushed the door in. Seeing Rosemary lounging on the sofa enjoying her afternoon tea, he smiled and said, "Ms. Rose, we may have so misunderstandings. Do you have ti now? Can we talk?"
"Sorry." Rosemary leisurely took a bite of the dessert and said, "I don’t have ti."
"If there’s anything you’re not happy with, please let know; I will definitely correct it." Oscar smiled
and said, "Regarding the matter of my relative, can we put it to rest?"
Rosemary stopped eating her dessert, raising an eyebrow and said, "He let his employees consu those health–damaging additives for a year. If you were the victim, would you forgive him easily?"
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