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“There is. Cwithfor dinner.” Jared often had dinner alone, so he would not mind the extra company. Is this also my job? A curious Ellen blinked her eyes. “Is this one of my tasks?” “Yes.” He reassured her. “Okay. Let's go.” She nodded with red cheeks.
Together, they headed to the underground. parking lot and that private restaurant Jared frequented. The kitchen served different menus every day, and enticing dishes were on today’s menu. Every dish was meticulously concocted, and the chefs prioritized taste and nutrition over quantity. So, Jared ordered six from them.
As though it was a gustatory feast, the dishes were served in ones and twos while he recounted their background stories. For instance, the fish's origin and the type of shrimp used for today’s dish. Ellen pricked her ears at his broad insight.
Despite the little age gap between them, his knowledge knew no bounds. She was deeply impressed by the fact that he knew everything. from A to Z.
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“Sure. You can do whatever you fancy” Jared nodded because he did not transfer her to his jurisdiction to make her work in the first place. His sole wish was to protect her and that smile on her face.
Feeling touched, she felt her eyes getting watery. No one had ever treated her so well ever since Jessica passed away. Just how lucky am | to meet such a capable gentleman? How can | repay his kindness? | don’t think | have anything to repay him.
At that moment, her phone rang upon receiving a call from Selena. She rose from a seat and said, “Excuse me, President Presgrave.” She went to the garden and answered the call, after which Selena’s voice resounded. “Ellie, where do you live? I've packed up my stuff and am on my way to your place.” “I'm out, Selena. Why don’t you have dinner on your own first?” “Who are you with?” Selena questioned curiously. “A-A friend of mine.” “Who? Don’t tellit’s President Presgrave.” Selena guessed. Nothing can ever escape her grasp. Ellen let out a silent sigh. “Yeah. I'm still working.” “Okay. Just informwhen you're home,” said Selena. “Sure.” Ellen ended the call and returned to the restaurant.
Jared was grilling a piece of beef for her. Now that she was back, he placed it on her plate. “I've grilled it. Have a try.”
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