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Abigail bowed twice in a row and eagerly walked back to the bedside. “I'm sorry, Mr. Smith! I've slept on the

bedsheets and duvet cover. You probably don’t like that, right?”

Patrick seemed to understand her meaning and got up from the bed.

“I'm really sorry for disturbing you...” She said as she walked over to the side of the bed.

While continuing to apologize like she was reciting a sutra, she quickly gathered the bedsheets and duvet cover,

then bowed and retreated.

Patrick looked at the empty bed that had been occupied just moments ago and smiled helplessly. He took out a

spare quilt from the caband spread it on the bed himself.

In just a few minutes, the girl had said “sorry” fifteen times and bowed twelve times!

Why did she seem so silly and cute?

This girl was quite interesting.

In the early morning, soft sunlight shone through the thin floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a gentle glow on the

minimalist-style bed in the bedroom.

When Eder woke up, he saw that Sylvia was already awake, leaning against the head of the bed, playing with her

phone, looking unusually focused.

He was a bit puzzled. “Playing with your phone early in the morning? Have you becaddicted

recently?”

“No, I'm buying something for you.”

Sylvia was actually buying him a gift? This time, it should be something normal, right?

“What are you buying? Letsee.”

Sylvia glanced at him with the corner of her eyes and didn’t find anything inappropriate about his request so she

casually explained, “Just svitamins that make man strong, and...”

Make man strong?

The more Eder listened, the more he found it strange, and he looked at her with a dark and intense gaze. “Why

are you buying these things? Am | not enough to satisfy you?”

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“No, no, no!”

Sylvia shook her head like a rattle drum. “Ed, you are amazing, but last night you said you could do at

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least three hundred one-handed push-ups, but you couldn’t even do a hundred...”

Was she draining him lately?

Was he physically weak?

That was a big problem. She had to buy more kidney-tonifying medicine and make ssoup for him to

take good care of his body!

Eder looked at her in shock.

He couldn't do a hundred? Couldn't do it! Couldn't!

The thing he was most proud of, after one night, was actually being questioned by the woman he loved

the most!

As a man, his self-esteem was deeply hurt!

It was like a calm lake suddenly being stirred by a monstrous wave.

The flames of anger roared and clamoured in his chest.

It was fiercer than the atomic bombs that bombed the Pacific Ocean!

“Sylvia, | refuse to accept this, I'll let you see once again whether | can do it or not!”

“Ed! Wait! Ed!!”

Sylvia struggled in vain and she suddenly felt very regretful!

Patrick was awakened by the smell of food wafting in from outside the window.

The smell of fried eggs.

Was Abigail cooking in the kitchen?

He got up, washed up, and changed into his suit. Then he leisurely went downstairs.

A figure was seen bustling in and out of the kitchen, and the dining table was already set with hot milk, toasted

bread, fried eggs, and fruits.

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Abigail served two bowls of shredded chicken congee, and when she cout, she met Patrick's gaze.

“Mr. Smith, good morning.” She said with a beaming smile.

She placed the bowls of congee on the table and took the initiative to pull out the chair for him. “I don’t know if

my cooking suits your taste. Why don’t you try it?”

Patrick had intended to go to his father’s place to have breakfast, but looking at Abigail's harmless and innocent

smile, his long legs moved involuntarily, and he took a seat.

The shredded chicken congee was cooked to a soft and sticky texture, and the eggs were perfectly fried. It

unexpectedly tasted delicious.

“You didn’t have to do all this. If you want to stay here for a while, | can arrange for two maids to take

care of you.”

Abigail was slightly surprised, her face filled with gratitude and surprise. “Thank you, Mr. Smith, but I've already

caused you enough trouble by staying here. I'm good at doing housework and cooking, so | have to do

something to feel balanced.”

Patrick looked at her sincere and determined expression and didn’t say anything further.

After finishing the meal, instead of immediately leaving, Patrick took the chance and sat on the sofa to read the

newspaper.

When Abigail finished tidying up the kitchen and was ready to leave, he spoke, “You have a magazine cover

shoot at Bana today?”

“Yes, how did you know?” Abigail held her bag tighter, feeling a bit awkward standing there.

Patrick put down the newspaper. “I just checked your schedule. Con, I'll give you a ride?”

“Oh? You don’t have to trouble yourself, Mr. Smith. | can walk down the mountain by myself. The manager's

assistant’s car will be waiting forat the foot of the mountain.”

He immediately got up, his handsfeatures exuding warmth. In a low and steady voice, he said, “I also have

to go out. I'm just giving you a ride on the way. You can transfer to the assistant’s car at the foot of the

mountain.”

“Then... Thank you, Mr. Smith.” Abigail said seeing that he was adamant in dropping her off.

Galen Mountain was quite large, and the driveway ran around the mountain. It would take at least an hour to

walk down the mountain.

At the bottom of the mountain, Abigail bowed respectfully again. “Thank you for givinga ride. Will you come

back for dinner tonight? | can prepare dinner for you in advance. | feel like | owe you

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something if | don’t compensate.”

Patrick looked at her as she started to bow again.

He frowned and wanted to say that he was just sending her off that she didn’t need to take it to heart, but he

didn’t know how to say it.

He had investigated Tristan Barrow’s cheating matter this morning, but he felt sorry for a pure and kind girl like

Abigail who was hurt by such a scumbag.

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“Okay, you can cook if you want. Ill probably finish my work by seven in the afternoon at the latest.”

“Okay, Mr. Smith, walk slowly.” She said, bowing again.

When Patrick saw it, he silently rolled up the car window without saying anything.

The assistant, Alex, glanced at his Boss's face.

“Young Master, don’t you still have embassy assignments this afternoon? Can you be back at 7:30?”

Patrick had forgotten about this, “Then notify the embassy and tell them that | have something to do in the

evening, so they can either hold it earlier or change the date.”

Why didn’t you just inform Miss Abigail that you wouldn't be available for the dinner?

His assistant, Alex, glanced at his boss’s expression in the rearview mirror and smirked. “It seems that the young

master holds a special place for Miss Abigail.”

Patrick gave him a side glance, his tone indifferent. “She’s a good friend of Sylvia's. She helped her a lot before

when they were at the orphanage. She treats Sylvia well, so I'll take care of her a bit.”

“| see.” Alex nodded thoughtfully.

After Patrick left, Abigail quickly got into the assistant’s car and departed, not noticing a swift figure passing by

on the corner across the street.

The Grant Group.

Eric entered the office with a data booklet and knocked on the door.

Upon entering, he saw his boss sitting in front of the desk, lost in thought while staring at his right hand.

“Boss, what are you looking at?”

In front of Eric, Eder didn’t shy away. “Lately, I’ve been feeling something off with my body. It seems like my

physical strength has really declined compared to before.”

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“Really?”

Eric immediately put down the data booklet seriously and sat in the chair opposite him, observing his

complexion and mental state.

“Have you been active with Sylvia recently?”

“We were together the night before last and last night, and this morning.”

Eric swallowed nervously.

This... quite hardworking!

He looked at his boss, who had slight dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep. “Boss, are you feeling

drained? Are you being emptied out by Miss Sylvia?”