Chapter 69 Dinner Plans and Disasters
Amelia was so angry that she felt dizzy. “Nolan, do you
riously find this funny?”
“Of course I do,” he replied. “Especially watching you come to me on your own accord–now that’s entertaining.”
Amelia was already fed up with him, and now she found him completely revolting.
She hung up and headed straight to the CEO’s office on the top floor, only to be told Dylan was in a meeting.
Fortunately, Nathan wasn’t as hostile this time. He actually let her wait inside.
She waited a full two hours before Dylan finally returned.
It seemed he already knew why she was there. Before she could say a word, he wheeled himself right past her.
“You can join the department on the top floor,” Dylan said.
There were tasks she could handle up there, but she’d always avoided the top floor out of an instinctive wariness of Dylan.
Now that he had brought it up himself, she decided to go along with it.
“Thank you, Mr. Hale.”
As soon as she said it, it sounded stiff and awkward. Trying to soften it, she added, “Maybe I could treat you to a meal sometime?”
But she regretted it the moment the words left her mouth. There was something odd about her dynamic with Dylan.
By now, Dylan had already rolled behind his desk, his tone cool and indifferent. “I don’t like eating out.”
Amelia replied almost without thinking, “Then come to my place. I’m a decent cook.”
Dylan paused and looked up at her.
His eyes were unreadable. But under his gaze, Amelia felt warm all over, as if she’d just said something too suggestive.
“I just meant…” She fumbled to clarify. She really was a good cook.
But would someone like Dylan really want to visit an employee’s home?
Before she could find a way to backtrack, he asked, “Do you have a menu?”
Wait–was he actually considering it?
“Yes! Is there anything you don’t eat, Mr. Hale?” Amelia asked excitedly.
“I avoid anything with strong flavors.
That probably meant things like cilantro or scallions.
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Relieved, Amelia said, “Got it. When would you be available?”
“Tonight.”
Tonight? That was fast!
Amelia couldn’t refuse, so she immediately started planning the menu in her head.
Even after she returned to her desk, her thoughts were consumed with the dinner plans. But when she saw the department transfer notice, she was elated.
Finally, she was free from Nolan–that walking disaster. That alone deserved a celebration.
She
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put together a simple list of light, home–style dishes and sent it to Dylan.
He replied with just one word, “Read.”
That made her pause–was Dylan a little aloof?
That evening, she left work half an hour early, stopped by the supermarket for ingredients, and rushed home.
With two hours to prepare, she had plenty of time to cook six dishes.
She busied herself in the kitchen, and just 20 minutes before the agreed time, the doorbell rang.
She thought it was Dylan and rushed to open the door.
“Mr. Ha-”
Before she could finish, she saw Celia standing there.
Amelia’s mood instantly soured, and her expression turned cold.
Celia barged in, catching a strong whiff of the delicious food.
“Amelia, how can you still be cooking like nothing’s happened? Milly and Alexander both miss your food! Milly’s sick and won’t stop asking for you. Come home with me now!”
Amelia silently tried to close the door.
In a burst of rage, Celia shoved it open.
“This apartment was bought with the money Milly gave you, wasn’t it? Now she’s sick and begging for your cooking, and you’re just here relaxing? How heartless can you be?”
As she spoke, she forcefully pushed the door open and stormed toward the dining table.
Six neatly plated dishes were already set out. In a fit of fury, Celia yanked the tablecloth.
The dishes toppled, and sauces and soups splashed everywhere. The tablecloth ended up in a heap on the
floor.
“Milly and Alexander haven’t even tasted these! And here you are eating alone!”
Amelia stood frozen for several seconds, then calmly called the building management.
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The staff sounded hesitant. “Ms. Summers, we didn’t mean to let her up, but she said she was your mother. Plus, one of our colleagues knows her–she just bought a villa for her other daughter–so we let her up.
“I have nothing to do with her. She’s harassing me. Please remove her immediately.”
Celia never imagined she’d be thrown out by security.
Standing outside the building, fuming and trembling, she stamped her feet in frustration.
After visiting Amelia twice in such a short time, her patience had run out. If Milly didn’t miss Amelia’s cooking so much, she wouldn’t have bothered!
Fine.
From now on, she’d just pretend Amelia never existed.
Amelia crouched on the floor, cleaning up the mess, when she heard the sound of a wheelchair approaching.
Dylan appeared at the door, sharply dressed in a new suit.
Amelia hadn’t thought much of it before, but why did he always seem to show up at the exact moment when she looked her absolute worst?
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