Chapter 138 The Missing Ring
Abraham wiped his hands, then started preparing the hotpot for Stella, watching her sulky little face.
He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t feel like eating?”
Stella looked at the pot, then at the bowl already filled with sauce, and nodded decisively. “I’ll eat.”
They’d already gone through all the motions of having soup–there was no way for her to back out of eating it now.
Besides, she hadn’t eaten much steak at lunch; she was getting hungry.
The smile at the corner of Abraham’s lips deepened as he placed a piece of freshly cooked beef into her small bowl.
Stella picked it up and shoved it into her mouth, biting down hard. From the way she was grinding her teeth, it was obvious she was taking out her frustration on the meal.
But the moment she tasted the flavor, her sulky expression melted away. “It’s actually pretty good.”
The seasoning, especially, was something else.
Abraham asked, “Good?”
Stella nodded. “Yeah, it’s good–really good.”
The disappointment vanished from her face completely. For the first time, she realized that soup without spice could actually taste pretty great too,
The mood at the table instantly became warm and relaxed.
Meanwhile, all the way over at the Parker Group, Louis had just stepped into his office from the conference room when he suddenly shivered out of nowhere.
He turned to Valery and said, “Turn up the heat. This damn weather’s getting colder by the day.”
Valery looked confused. “Cold?”
She didn’t feel anything at all.
Louis glanced at her thin business outfit. “You’re not cold?
Valery replied, “I’m fine. Maybe you’ve caught a cold, Mr. Louis?”
She genuinely didn’t feel cold–the office heating was on a constant setting. Where was the chill coming from?
Louis tossed out, “I don’t catch colds.”
Valery nodded, dropping the subject. Fine, if he said he never caught colds, then so be it.
She turned to sort through the files that had just been delivered.
Louis sat down in his office chair, but before he could relax, his phone buzzed nonstop. He glanced at it–it was Alex.
“Did you take care of that ring?”
“It’s done. I’ll have someone bring it over to you tomorrow?
As he spoke, Louis reached into the pocket of his suit jacket–only to find it empty,
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