Chapter 67 Do Not Head Back Until You Are Done
Jemima’s face grew so hot, she felt like it might actually catch fire.
Is he suggesting that I’ve been daydreaming about him?
Finished
She was mortified. Lowering her head to hide her embarrassment, she quickly flipped open the folder. “What do I need to do? I’ll get started right away.”
Scott didn’t press the matter further. He sat down across from her and gave her a few work–related instructions. Then, he returned to his own tasks.
The study fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the rustling of paper.
For an entire hour, Jemima didn’t lift her head once. She was completely focused, so engrossed in the work that she almost forgot where she was. Occasionally, Scott glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Louis took a short break and stepped out, only to find the house eerily quiet. Has Mr. Sterling not returned yet?
He had no idea Scott had turned the evening into an impromptu work session. Even the most ruthless bosses wouldn’t force their injured employees to work.
It wasn’t until the meal was fully prepared and set on the table–with no one in sight–that Louis decided to make a call.
Five minutes later, Scott finally guided Jemima out of the study. Her expression was utterly drained, like she had just fought a Jong and grueling battle. She looked as if she wanted to flee, but didn’t dare to.
They arrived at the dining room.
Louis greeted them with a beaming smile, pulling out a chair for her.
Scott nudged Jemima forward, ready to lift her into the seat. But before he did, he paused and asked, “If I carry you, you’re not going to overthink it, right?”
His tone was serious, but there was a teasing edge to it.
Jemima wanted to disappear.
–
Louis, unaware of the underlying tension, simply thought his boss was being unusually considerate.
“Hehe, I’m fine in the wheelchair.” Jemima laughed awkwardly.
Scott straightened up. “Looks like you were overthinking again.”
/want!
Jemima screamed internally.
The dinner was lavish
Louis‘ cooking was better than that of a five–star chef.
Jemima channeled all her embarrassment into eating. She devoured the food, taking one bite after another at lightning speed. At one point, she even snatched a piece of meat that Scout had been reaching for.
Louis watched in delight. For a cook, nothing was more rewarding than seeing someone enjoy their meal. Unfortunately, his boss had never been this enthusiastic about his food.
“Is it that good? Here, have another piece. Scott placed the last piece of meat on her plate.
Jemima finally slowed down and looked up, meeting his gaze, which was filled with amusement.
Okay, maybe I was a bit too aggressive
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Chapter 67 Do Not Head Back Until You Are Done
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Louis poured her another bowl of chicken soup, Jemima thanked him and, without holding back, praised his cooking. “Mr. Callen, were you a chef before! Your food is amazing!”
Louis beamed with pride. Jemima, thoroughly impressed, even asked for the recipe. They got so carried away talking that, by the end of it, Louis declared, “If you like my cooking, just come over for dinner every day.”
“Sure,” Jemima answered instinctively. Then she froze. Hurriedly, she corrected herself, “Ah, but I couldn’t possibly impose on you all the time.”
Scott’s voice drifted over. “No need to feel embarrassed.”
Jemima turned to him in disbelief.
Louis immediately nodded in agreement. “That’s that, then. I’ll prepare extra dishes from now on.”
Jemima was dumbfounded.
How did a casual compliment turn into me having dinner here every night? And more importantly… was his comment about “not feeling embarrassed” actually a jab at how much I had eaten?
After dinner, Jemima was ready to go home, but then she remembered the unfinished work in the study. “Mr. Sterling,” she asked hesitantly, “can I take the work home?”
“No need.”
What he meant was that she didn’t have to work anymore. But Jemima misunderstood. She thought he meant she couldn’t leave until she finished.
“All right then… She sighed, wheeling herself back to the study.
Scott was stunned for a moment, then burst into silent laughter.
He didn’t correct her.
By the time Jemima finally finished all the paperwork, it was already past ten. She was exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes.
open.
“I’m heading back now, Mr. Sterling.” She yawned, maneuvering her wheelchair toward the door.
But just as she reached the coffee table, the wheel veered slightly. She jolted forward, bumping her knee against the edge. Pain shot through her injured leg, instantly snapping her out of her drowsiness.
Scott immediately stood up. “Did you aggravate your wound?“,
