(Karsten)
Olphi inford that Arata’s car was parked in a blind spot so they didn’t get an angle to see who placed the note. Besides, we had many people visiting us for job interviews, and it could have been any of them.
I inford her of the findings and she took the news calmly.
"It’s fine."
I needed to have a word with my security and have more caras installed. There shouldn’t be any blind spots especially where her car would be parked from now on.
"We will catch him," I tried to reassure her once again and she straightened her legs and got up from the sofa with a tiny nod.
"Would you like to eat sothing? I only have a takeaway from yesterday’s dinner and sweets my parents brought. And I am not high on cooking, I suck at cooking," she told innocently.
I could imagine her having a chef growing up. No wonder she couldn’t cook. Ma will certainly have a heart attack knowing this tiny detail if she already didn’t know.
"Which restaurant?" I asked; there were only a handful of restaurants I ate at because they used healthy fat oils, and I was highly conscious about my diet.
"The Kettle Island," she answered, trying to keep a straight face. It was one of the top restaurants in Marica City and the one which was my second choice after Bread and Butler.
"I will have so."
"You can freshen up in the guest room, there are fresh towels in the cabinets. I will heat up the food." Arata pointed to the guest room and walked away.
Getting up, I sauntered over to the room; it had a girly feeling to it with pinkish and purplish hues and gaudy colours. From bedspread to the walls.
Bright, the place was too bright for my taste but I was here for just a night. Making my way to the washroom, I washed my face and rubbed a wet hand through my hair, pulling it back.
Drying my face, I exited the bathroom and headed out. The sll of Chinese food hit in full force and I found myself salivating. It seed like I was hungrier than I had imagined.
Arata had set up the table. Losing her pumps, she was in her bunny-shaped white and orange house slippers. They appeared fluffy and comfortable and I found her much more relaxed than before as she trotted back to the kitchen.
"Cola?" She asked from the kitchen as I settled down on the dining table.
"Diet, if you have," I called back while seeing the white wisps of smoke rising from the hot chow in.
"I do." Soon, she brought out two cans of cola. Diet for and a regular one for herself. Placing it in front of she settled down on the chair opposite and tiredly said. Exhaustion was very clear in her voice.
"Please! Go ahead, sorry I am not being a very good host."
"Don’t fret; this is enough," I tried to assuage her fears while platting so spicy-looking chow in on my plate.
She offered a wounded smile and I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed her real smile.
Picking up the chopsticks I adjusted them between my fingers and took in so noodles with chicken. As they hit my taste buds, all I could feel was the extra spiciness it carried.
Too spicy, it hit my throat and I began to cough. The smoke seed to co out of my ears. Grabbing a tissue from the tissue box, I coughed out whatever I had put into my mouth.
"Ohh! Are you alright?" Arata concernedly asked, getting up from her seat and rushing over to . She thumped my back and handed a glass of water.
I gulped down the whole glass and only let it part from my lips when it was empty. The tears seed to have collected in my eyes from how loudly I had coughed.
Sniffling, I grabbed so more tissues and wiped my eyes and mouth.
"Why is it so damn spicy?" I finally asked, turning to face her and she was trying not to laugh at my expense.
"It’s normal on the spice level; the thing is, you really hate spice."
I shook my head. "I don’t hate it but I don’t want my food to be loaded with chilli."
She giggled at my words and my eyes narrowed. Sotis she literally forgot I was her boss. No one else would dare laugh at the statent I had just given.
Crossing her arms she patted her bunny shoe on the floor.
"You like everything bland and tasteless. Coffee, cookies, noodles..."
I stared at her with a challenge and deliberately said with a smirk.
"Not everything, Arata. I don’t like my woman, bland."
My comnt made blood rush to her round cheeks and she quickly looked away before mumbling under her breath.
"Didn’t seem like that seeing Urisa..."
What?
Was she jealous of Urisa, or did she find her personality off-putting? I had to hide my smile.
"She is not that bad..." I aningfully paused, and as Arata settled in front of , I completed my sentence. "In bed."
The redness spread to her ears from her cheeks and neck.
"Yeah! Doesn’t excuse the obnoxious behaviour she portrays," she blurted out; sotis, I wondered if she understood that she lacked filters most of the ti.
"That’s true."
Pushing the dumpling plate in front of , she said.
"These are spiceless and will fit your taste better."
With a nod, I picked one up using chopsticks and carefully placed it into my mouth. It indeed was how I preferred it and I loved dumplings.
No oil, no extra spice and tons of veggies. While I enjoyed dumplings, Arata took a few bites of chow in but she didn’t eat as heartily as I had usually seen her do. Her mind was still occupied.
After the al, she offered so exotic chocolates which I was sure her parents must have brought for her.
Chocolate was my favourite cheat food and I could eat it in any form, with nuts, coconut, fruits.
I chose the one with truffle as it belonged to my favourite brand of chocolate and let it lt in my mouth as I savoured the taste.
After that, I helped her clear up the table before heading to the guest room. I needed to change clothes but I doubted she would have sothing for .
Before I could close the door, Arata walked over to . She had taken off her glasses and her pretty face seed so different without them.
"I have so shorts that might fit you. Do you need them for the night?" She asked.
Could I really fit into her shorts?
Well, if they ca with drawstrings I was sure they would fit.
"I can try." I shrugged my shoulders and she disappeared into her room before arriving with purple shorts with strawberries drawn on them.
’Joder! (Fuck)’ I thought to myself. Never in my life had I worn sothing so flashy and now I was going to have to wear shorts with strawberries.
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