NovelEnglishChapter 12 Just as Shirley was about to step into the kitchen, she suddenly turned back and looked at Benjamin. “Didn't I just bring you dinner earlier?" Denjamin didn't answer, only meeting her gaze with his deep, dark eyes.
After a few seconds of staring at each other, she gave up. "What do you want to eat?" "Amthing," he replied Shirley was speechless.
Anything? Fine, she would make him splain pasta! She tied on an apron and stepped into the kitchen. Recalling the moment when Benjamin's hand touched her back earlier, a ridiculous thought crossed her mind. Was he about to pick her up from the floor? But the more she thought about it, the more she dismissed it as wishful thinking. With how Benjamin had treated her that evening, there was no way he'd do something so caning.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe must have just intended to wake her up so she could work herself to the bone for him.
Given his attitude, a simple serving of pasta would suffice. If he wanted meat, he'd have to dream on.
She poured swater into a pot to boil and grabbed a pack of pasta. As the water heated, she added ssalt, then opened the fridge and pulled out sherbs. After washing the herbs, the water still hadn't boiled. She glanced at the fridge again. Alright, maybe she'd add a little bacon. After all, if she really angered him, it would only make her life harder.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Benjamin sat on the sofa. In his hand was Shirley's workbook, the one she had been drooling on earlier.
His expression darkened as he read through it.
So, while she adamantly refused divorce, she was secretly planning for life after it? He scoffed. With her level of understanding-unable to even grasp basic problems-it would be delusional for her to take over Weiss Group.
No wonder Owen had started looking for a successor to the Weiss family early on.
With her capabilities, she was no different from a fool. Just how did she even graduate from college? A few moments later, Shirley cout with a plate of pasta that looked and smelled delicious. She placed it in front of Benjamin "The pasta is ready." Benjamin tossed the worldbook aside, cast a cold glance at the bowl of pasta, and then looked at her. “Is this all you can make? Pasta? Of course. Pasta was the quickest and easiest dish to prepare.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Shirley wasn't about to admit that. Cleverly, she pointed to the clock. "It's so late. Something light is better for your health." He saw through her immediately. "Or is it because pasta is the easiest thing to make?" Rendered speechless by his question, she forced a smile. "I didn't want to keep you waiting for too long." Benjamin finally stopped questioning her and picked up his fork just as Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly looked up and said, "Shirley, are you an idiot? " "Huh?" she was utterly bewildered.
Why was he insulting her out of nowhere?
Benjamin pointed at the workbook, still bearing traces of her drool. "Do you have any idea how many your level of skill, can you evenunderstand a project proposal? Can ve.
you read a business contract? Do you know how much damage it could cause to the company it y documents. I have to sign every day for the company? With you signed the wrong contract?" ch, so this was about that
Her father, Owen, had always told her she had no talent for business, He had poured countless hours of effort into her education, only to shake his head in disappointment each time,
In this regard, Shirley was fully aware of her own shortcomings. She really wasn't much better than a fool.
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