My Darling, My Dearest novel Chapter 183

"I don't know which flavor of plum tea you like, so I asked them to pack up all six flavors," Henry said, trying to coax her.

Hearing that, Lea lifted her quilt and sat up. She saw six bottles of tea displayed in front of her.

Plum oolong tea, plum black tea... 'What the

hell?'

When she raised her head, he shuffled nervously in front of her. "Urn...do you like to drink any of them? That's all they have in the store."

She had been irritated with him at first, but after seeing the way he acted around her, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Lea gazed at the drinks that were displayed right in front of her. In her eyes, all of them looked the same.

All she wanted was the distinct sweet and sour taste that the plum tea had.

She took a bottle from the table and began to drink as if she had just been through a marathon.

Henry moved towards her. "You can't drink them all in one gulp. Just take them one at a time."

She almost choked in her tea as she raised her eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm that much of a pig? How the hell could I finish all of these in one go?"

In fact, when she finished drinking, there was still half a bottle of tea left in her hand. She handed

it to Henry who drank it all up.

Shaking the empty bottle, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at the after taste. 'Is this even tea? It's so sweet!'

He thought about not letting her drink anymore when Lea suddenly yawned.

She adjusted her position against the cushions before lying against his chest, feeling more comfortable in his arms.

"Henry," she whispered reproachfully.

"What?"

"How many women have you brought food for in the middle of the night?"

'Is she trying to rake up the past?'

"Only you." He was telling the truth. In fact, he never had the experience of going out in the middle of the night just to buy a woman some snacks.

However, she didn't buy it one bit. She pressed against his chest and narrowed her eyes. "You're lying." Her eyelids were already falling as she frowned.

Henry pinched her nose playfully. "I'm telling the truth."

Lea yawned. "I don't believe you."

The moment this man would become reliable was the same time pigs could climb trees.

However, before she could hear his response, she had already fallen asleep.

Henry glanced at the clock with a frown.

Normally, Lea didn't sleep until 12 o' clock. That meant that something was wrong. It wasn't possible for her to sleep this early.

They hadn't seen each other for nearly a week, so a part of him thought that she was just exhausted from all her training.

Actually, Henry had always hoped that Lea could quit her job, but it wasn't for the reason that she had thought wherein he was worried that she might cheat on him.

It was just that he would miss her.

At least if she changed into domestic flights, he would be able to see her more often.

They should have discussed this with each other instead of fighting about it.

Both of them had always been aggressive. In fact, whenever they meet, they would usually take matters into their own hands on who could piss the other off first. He shook his head.

Henry glanced at the woman in his arms as a bitter smile wove its way onto his lips.

They had first met each other in a foreign country and hung about for a few days, but they had lost contact then.

Although it was easy for him to find her, he realized that he had different feelings for her.

He had tried to forget about her, but then,

it turned out that destiny had other plans.

She was fated to return home and meet him again.

After several days of trying to conceal their true feelings for each other, they finally let their emotions get the better of themselves.

Therefore, after they had finally settled their relationship, he was determined to develop it more.

Although they had fights every now and then, Henry would never think of breaking up with her.

Rachel called Lea the next day.

"I'm not on duty today," she answered weakly.

"What's wrong?" Rachel frowned.

Lea sighed, waving her hand. "I don't know. I think it's because of the weather. I vomited so much last night, and I feel as if my throat and nose have been closed up-like I'm about to catch a cold."

Jack's secretary had an idea that the woman was Mr. Fu's wife.

Although Celine came a few times to the company, she didn't come very often. Rachel, on the other hand, had always been by his side.

It was said that Jack had suffered from poor health and that Rachel was his personal doctor.

The fruits that she had prepared were all imported, and the desserts being presented were created from different famous chefs.

Jack had arranged them all in person.

It could be seen that Rachel was of great importance to him.

As usual, the meeting Jack was holding was strictly confidential, and he had invited his most integral workers. Yet, he let Rachel stay in his office, watching movies and having snacks.

One could see how Jack doted on his wife.

No wonder so many women wanted to be with Jack. Many employees were jealous of Rachel,

saying that she must have saved the whole world in the previous life that she could have Jack as her husband in this life.

Flowever, Rachel didn't hear them, and even if she did, she didn't care about it.

They all envied her happiness, not knowing what had happened between them in their past.

All they could see was the scene presented in plain sight—that Jack had spoiled her too much that he allowed her to eat and watch movies during the meeting. As the boss, his wife should know a thing or two about the business.

Rachel felt it impolite to have snacks while the other were having a meeting. Jack walked over, got a remote control and pressed a button. Slowly, a curtain fell from the ceiling.

It had separated her from the conference table. In fact, from the outside, it was difficult to see what was behind it.

Her eyes widened.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Partition curtain."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course, I know that."

'Does he take me for a three-year-old?'

The curtain closed around her like a small compartment.

As long as Rachel kept quiet, no one would be able to know that there was someone inside.

Indeed, when his workers came one after the other, they didn't even notice her. His office had incredibly high ceilings, so their voices reverberated across the room.