"Have you fully recovered? Where were you going?" The moment Edward stepped into the living room, a cool and calm voice sounded. There was a pot of fresh-made tea on the table. Jonathan sat alone, slowly pouring the tea into the cup. His cold handsome face concealed his real emotion. You could never tell whether he said those words out of care for Edward or to tease him. But no matter which one was right, in Edward's mind, Jonathan would be the last to care about him
What do you care? Why does it matter whether I'm fully recovered or not?" Like always, Edward said this in a cold tone. No one talked to Edward about the situation surrounding his surgery and recovery. He didn't know that Jonathan had donated his blood to him. Therefore, Edward had no clue that Jonathan actually loved his son. He didn't show his love because he wasn't good at expressing himself.
"It doesn't matter. I just don't want you to run FX International Group into the ground. Since without a strong and healthy body, you could never manage such a grand company." Jonathan said indifferently. He wasn't impatient or angry. He cozily nestled himself into the soft couch, enjoying the tea in his hand.
You don't need to worry about it, since even if you were sick, I would be still strong and healthy. So FX International Group will never step off the stage of history under my management." Edward frowned for an instant. His father never allowed him to defy his authority. But what happened to him today? Why didn't he get furious at all?
I don't have the time to worry about it. Even if FX International Group collapse some day, I would still have enough to eat and drink, unless you are too useless to afford your parents," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. Jonathan raised his eyebrows and took a look at Edward. His face, originally without any emotion, finally showed an expression of amusement.
So what? You finally realize that your role is a father now? But don't you think it's a little late?" Edward said with a teasing smile on his face. He had originally planned to go upstairs. But he changed his mind and turned around. He walked to the couch and sat down. His father never wanted to talk to him much, let alone made fun of him like this time.
Late? I don't think so. Would you like a cup of tea?" Jonathan was pouring the tea into his cup. He raised the pot in his hand a little to Edward, punctuating his offer. Although he was cold like always, his voice turned quite soft and not so chilly as before.
Do you think the tea you made is tasty?" Edward didn't like tea -- except tea made by Daisy. He doubted that if this man had the skills to match the tea made by his wife. So he decided to try it.
How would you know if you don't give it a try?" Jonathan was unusually kind today. No matter how Edward challenged him, he responded in an easy way. He didn't mind Edward's aggressive words at all, and picked up a cup and poured some tea for Edward.
Do I need to try it? I can tell, judging from the steps you followed when making tea just now." Edward was the kind used to being of duplicity. Somehow, he was a bit nervous in his heart. Although every word he said conveyed that he didn't trust Jonathan's skill in making tea, he still picked up the tea and took a sip despite that he was picky, and certain that he wouldn't enjoy it. Then he frowned tightly. He had anticipated the result. How could a man, who never liked tea just like him, suddenly know how to make tea?
"Does it taste that bad?" Jonathan also thought that he was bad at making tea. He had tried many times, but he failed. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't produce the attractive aroma as the one Daisy had produced. He followed Daisy's method, but why did the tea he made taste so bitter?
Aren't you drinking it all the time? And since when have you become interested in tea?" Although Edward said that the tea tasted bad, he still kept taking a sip from time to time. Because in his impression, this was the first time he had been in harmony with his father. Although the conversation between them was full of aggression and sizing up, they were not that detached from each other. What's more, this was the tea his father personally poured for himself, so even if it was not tasty, he would be willing to drink.
When you were in the hospital, Daisy made tea for me several times. It was not bad. So I started trying to make tea for myself. But somehow, I can't get it right. The tea I make doesn't have that kind of aroma and taste." Jonathan took a look at his tea bag and the tea set when he spoke. He didn't know where he went wrong.
Of course. She is my wife." Edward became highly pleased when he spoke about Daisy, though he was angry with her now. His wife was praised, which meant he was indirectly praised too, wasn't it? So he felt quite elated at Jonathan's words.
You are proud. Would you like to try to make a cup of tea?" Jonathan said in an interested tone. He pushed the tea set in front of Edward and leant backward. He raised his eyebrows at him.
Do you think I'll do as bad as you?" Edward said easily, raising his eyebrows defiantly too. It was as if he was really an expert at making tea. But he didn't have any confidence in his heart at all. After all, last time when Daisy made tea, he didn't see the way she made it at all. All he done was merely drinking some tea. So he had no idea about tea-making at all.