Chapter 862: Chapter 862: He, Feeding Camila Walker?
Let’s set aside the fact that Lady Walker is a woman; her indifferent attitude also made him sowhat uncomfortable.
“Young Madam, you’ve co.” Clayton Howard opened the door, then stepped back, ready to let her in.
But Emily Walker had no intention of entering. Instead, she lifted a hand and passed him an insulation barrel, “This is her lunch, please take it inside.”
Clayton Howard looked at the insulation barrel she handed over, his expression montarily surprised. Was the Young Madam not planning to co in? And how long would he have to stay here now?
“Ah, I forgot to prepare yours…” As if she suddenly rembered sothing, Emily Walker’s face showed embarrassnt.
She had been so busy preparing lunch for everyone that she had completely forgotten Clayton Howard’s.
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Clayton Howard didn’t mind; he smiled, “No problem, I’ll go out to eat in a little while. It’s just…” He hesitated, seeming a bit troubled, “Can I leave now? The Young Master—”
“Don’t worry, I will ask Baron Stuart for leave on your behalf in a little while, and you…” She leaned closer to Clayton Howard, whispering softly, “You must keep a close watch on Camila Walker, be attentive to her every move.”
She wasn’t certain if Camila Walker’s incident was another self-inflicted sche, but with Clayton Howard watching her, she felt more at ease.
After saying this, she smiled, turned, and left.
“Oh, one more thing.” As she was leaving, she suddenly turned back, looked at Clayton Howard, and reminded him, “Her hand is a bit inconvenient, lunch requires chopsticks, so, feed her for , will you?” Once she finished speaking, Emily Walker smiled and departed.
“…” Clayton Howard stood there stupefied, feeling as if the world had changed.
He was going to feed Lady Walker?
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Inside another hospital room, Baron Stuart was engrossed in a docunt; even when soone pushed open the door, he did not lift his eyes.
Observing his serious deanor as he reviewed the docunts, Emily Walker’s lips curved into a faint smile.
This man, no matter the ti or place, always took his work with grave seriousness.
She walked to one side and opened an insulation barrel.
Worried that the soup in the noodles would dry up over ti, she had chosen a larger insulation barrel at noon and also added slightly more water during cooking. Now, upon opening it, although it didn’t look as appealing as when it was first served, it wasn’t as bad as she had feared.
At the scent of the food, Baron Stuart frowned, glancing at the lunch on the table before setting aside the docunt.
“Why are you still dealing with docunts when you’re injured?” Emily Walker’s eyes flashed with pity as she saw the wound on his chest.
“It’s just a minor injury, and these docunts must be dealt with promptly.”
After setting the docunts aside, Emily Walker brought the lunch over to him.
Seeing his earnestness every single ti, she finally understood that Futuren Group’s global renown must have been the result of not a little dedication from three generations of the Stuart family.
As the boss, the hardships he endured were no less than those of an employee starting from the bottom.
Indeed, which employee would work with a gunshot wound? Presumably, even for minor ailnts, they would apply for leave.
Of course, their eventual rewards were far greater than those of the average person.
“By the way, what task did you arrange for Clayton Howard?” For the first ti, Baron Stuart heartily enjoyed his al.
Seeing him eat so eagerly, Emily Walker also couldn’t help feeling a bit hungry.
Co to think of it, she seed to have forgotten to prepare a lunch for herself…
“Hmm?” A little distracted, she suddenly snapped back to attention upon hearing Baron Stuart’s voice, “Oh, I asked him to take care of soone for .”
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