After Elon came back, he went back to his room to take a shower, and then went to study to do some work. When Butler came up to ask him to go down to eat, interest flashed in his dark eyes. I wonder if her cooking skills have improved.
He went downstairs, and as soon as he entered the dining room, he smelled the dishes scattered in the air. He didn't eat her stir-fried vegetables with chopsticks, but took the small soup bowl on the table and drank the West Lake beef soup she cooked. After taking a sip, he couldn't help but choose.
Smooth and refreshing, delicious. Most importantly, its a familiar taste. Seeing that he only took a sip, he stopped. Caroline was a little nervous. She twitched the corner of her mouth and asked cautiously, "What's the matter? Is it bad? Or is it salty?"
With that said, she also picked up the soup bowl and took a sip. Still, the taste was as good as ever no problem. When she looked at him again, I found that he was drinking again. Only then was he slightly relieved and chuckled lightly.
When a man eats, he looks very noble and elegant. Caroline, who was sitting next to him, felt ashamed unconsciously. After he finished his meal, the servant waiting aside quickly handed over the napkin.
"It was delicious."
He wiped his lips gracefully, threw the napkin on the table, and commented on the dinner. She lowered her head at the dining table. He even laughed when he heard his sudden boast.
"From now on, I'll cook for you every day." She didn't say it casually. She felt that bribing him with technology was better than bribing him with her body.
Seeming to see through the small calculation in her heart, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became unusually warm, "Honey, do you only know how to cook?"
She pursed her lips, lowered her head and continued to eat seriously. Elon flashed in her eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a graceful arc. After dinner, the servants came up and took away the dishes.
She was about to go to the living room to watch TV when her cell phone rang, take it out. It's Isla. "Hey, can you come out now?" Bone knew that she was Elon's wife now. It may be inconvenient to go out at night.
"Yes, is there anything I can do for you?" asked Caroline. "If you come out" she reported his location and hung up the phone. She looked at the man on the side, and whispered: "I have something to go out, okay?"
"Let the driver drive you" Elon looked up at her, said. "Okay," she didn't expect him to be easy to talk to sometimes. Just as she was about to get her bag, she remembered that her bag was still in the pharmaceutical research institute. She came back this afternoon and only took away the mobile phone that she had always carried with her.
When she left in the car, he said to the housekeeper who was waiting beside him in a cold voice, "Go and see if she is doing well at the Pharmaceutical Research Institute today?" "Yes, boss" Butler looked puzzled. How can the boss see that she is not doing well in the pharmaceutical research institute?
Butler didn't call the supervisor on Caroline's floor but called an ordinary staff member next to him who had a relationship with him.
From the conversation, it was learned that she did not enter the research room in the afternoon, but was locked outside the door. Butler hung up the phone and came back to report to the boss.
After hearing this, his face darkened a little. "Tomorrow, let Fan handle all kinds of house numbers for her," he said. "Yes, boss" Butler nodded in response.
When she came to the private room, Isla had a smile in her eyes. Seeing her, she added a little more tenderness. "What's the matter, did you ask me out so late?" she sat down beside her.
Her face was not very good. She took out a stack of photos and threw them on the table in front of her. "What is this?" she frowned slightly and turned the photo over.
"You should know" Isla's tone was cold as if filled with hatred. When Caroline saw the naked girl in the photo, her eyes were slightly suffocated.
"Why do you suddenly have these photos?" she was shocked and turned to her. "You didn't come home last night?" she asked her.
She nodded, "I want to hide for a while, and my father won't be able to find me. Naturally, he won't go around borrowing usury and expect me to pay back the money."
"He couldn't find you, he came to me an hour ago," she said. "He's looking for you?" Caroline's complexion changed, and she felt that she had been slapped hard. She immediately understood where those nude photos came from.