"You're awake." Dexter swept his gaze across her.
Since the room was carpeted inside and out, the surface was soft to step on, and he needed not to worry about the barefooted Miley catching a cold. He walked over to hold her hand and headed toward the couch.
After sitting down, he placed the food tray on the table. As the hot steam escaped out of it, the room was instantly filled with the waft of fragrant meat.
"Do you want to eat by yourself, or…" the man trailed off. "Do you want me to feed you?"
Miley thought of his behaviour yesterday and glared at him. Picking up the bowl, she scooped up a spoonful of the broth and blew on it to cool it down before drinking it.
"Wait!" He went to the bedroom and found a hair tie from the bathroom. When he returned, he forced Miley to turn over a little and gathered her hair in his hand.
Miley stopped having her broth, and her thoughts ran wild. Did he help Helena tie her hair in the past, too?
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.
After pulling her hair together, he struggled to tie it with the hair tie. He furrowed his eyebrows, as he still couldn't tie Miley's hair after a long time.
Miley was frustrated by his movement, too. She turned around and grabbed the hair tie from his hand before giving it a look.
To her surprise, the hair tie was not only in good condition but also unused.
Does he not know how to put hair up with a hair tie?
Miley glanced at the man with disdain. Then, she gathered her long hair with both hands and wrapped the hair tie around her hair, tying it into a low ponytail.
"Miley, You're such an ungrateful woman," Dexter said.
"I don't want to quarrel with you right now. I'm not feeling too good at all," she said to him with a frown.
"Weren't you very active yesterday?" He wanted to continue teasing her, but he decided to stop when he saw her pale and uncomfortable face.
"Okay. Fine! Let's end this marriage. You know very well why I asking you. I will talk with Grandma. Don't worry about that" Miley started again.
This woman was so weak, but she didn't forget to quarrel with him. By the way. he didn't want to quarrel with her at all.
He reached out to pull off the hair tie. "Do it again. Let me take a closer look."
Miley felt like throwing her phone in his face when he ignored her words again. "Dexter, Didn't you hear me?"
"You did it too fast just now. I didn't even get a good look at it." Dexter's expression remained unchanged as he placed the hair tie in her hand. "Just show me one more time, and I'll probably know how to do it myself."
It took great effort for Miley to hold herself back. Finally, she tied her hair while having her back facing the man for another time.
Perhaps she had slowed down this time. Dexter eventually got to see how she did it clearly and no longer caused her trouble.
Knock...knock.
"Director, we have to leave." Peter's voice came.
Dexter lifted his head, he noticed the corner of her mouth was glossy. It was the stain from the broth she had just eaten.
He wiped the stain off with his thumb and reminded, "I have to go. Take care of yourself."
Miley slapped away his hand. When she was about to leave, she suddenly picked up a pillow and hit him before rushing back to her bedroom in a rage.
Dexter could not help but laugh when he heard her slamming the door shut.
She has quite the temper, huh?
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"Check out the fashion shows that Miley has been to in the past and the kinds of clothes and bags that she likes. Purchase them and send them to her place."
"Uh… Sure…"
When Peter finally got out of the conference room, he was still dumbfounded.
Dexter's attitude toward Miley has always been cold after they got married. He even passed her a card and told her to get anything she wanted.
However, Peter didn't bother to make further interpretations of his boss' wishes. Immediately, he got his subordinates to do the work. He told his subordinate to visit the speciality stores of those few brands and purchase the newest editions, the limited editions, and even the showcase editions that they had to offer for the year.
The customers of luxury item shops were always rich people and celebrities, but they had rarely met any local tycoons that would purchase all the models in one go, including the editions that were for shows, and were sold at high prices.
Because of that tycoon who had splurged on these luxury items, the sales assistants in these luxury item stores achieved their annual sales target within a couple of days.
Some assistants recognized Peter, so they started gossiping within their circles.