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Shirley heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and locked eyes with the man descending the stairs.
"The dumplings are ready. I'll bring them out in. a moment." She smiled at him. Under the light, her bright and lively
eyes reflected the surrounding crystal lights, making them sparkle.
The man couldn't tear his gaze away for a moment. Shirley brought out the first bowl of dumplings. Her long,
smooth, and black hair. was tied into a simple bun, with a few strands of bangs falling gracefully on her beautiful
cheeks. In the man's eyes, she seemed more appetizing than the bowl of dumplings.
She went back to the kitchen. With her back to the man, her slender legs, which were as delicate and fair as snow,
were partially covered by the white T-shirt dress, accentuating her curvy and alluring figure.
His gaze became more intense and he couldn't help but secretly gulp.
"I accidentally made too many dumplings. Please don't waste them. You have to eat them all!" Shirley brought out
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe second bowl while. looking a bit embarrassed as she smiled at him.
"Eat with me then." The man raised an eyebrow. She thought that it would be too much for him: to finish so many
dumplings by himself late at night.
"All right. I'll put a few more in your bowl then," she said as she used her fork to add a few more to his bowl after
taking a few for herself.
Zacharias sat down and savored not just the dumplings but also the light and pleasant atmosphere created by the
girl beside him. He had been living here alone for over a year. Unless he requested assistance, the vast mansion
had only his solitary figure. Tonight was undeniably destined to be full of vitality, making the night indescribably
wonderful.
"Is your work finished? You won't be working late, will you?" Shirley asked while showing concern.
"Are you worried about me?" Zacharias asked while elegantly chewing his food. She smiled. "Of course. I believe
people all over the country care about you."
His mood was still okay after hearing her first sentence. However, when he heard the official statement in the
following sentence, his good mood took a hit.
Shirley couldn't help but ask when she sensed a slightly awkward atmosphere. "Mr. Flintstone, didn't your nephew
say he wanted to live here? Why haven't I seen him?"
"Do you want him to live here?" Zacharias asked her back.
She was speechless. Why did this man always have such an aggressive tone? She was just trying to chat with him.
He took it as if she had some ulterior motive. It was really tiring to communicate with this
man.
"No. I'm just curious." Shirley pursed her lips.
"He was kicked out by me," Zacharias replied.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Why?" She was curious. The reason why he kicked out his nephew that night was simple-his nephew had begged
him all night to introduce Shirley to him and he found it annoying.
"He's too noisy?" he replied casually. Upon thinking about it, Shirley agreed. Tony was indeed noisy.
"Mr. Flintstone, can I ask you a favor? If your work involves meeting my great-uncle, please don't bring me along. I
don't want my parents to know that I work here,' she said to him. Zacharias nodded. 'Sure." Then, he raised an
eyebrow. "Do I get any benefits?"
Her nerves were on edge again. She asked him, "What benefits do you want?" He thought for a moment and made
a request. "Give me a massage every night before bed."
Shirley was stunned. Was it appropriate to massage him before bed?
"Mr. Flintstone, do you have a girlfriend?" she couldn't help but ask. She thought that if he had a girlfriend, his
girlfriend would surely take care of such matters.
"No." Zacharias glanced at her. Zacharias sensed that she was reluctant and put down his fork. "If you find it tiring,
I can't guarantee I won't take you to events where people might recognize you."
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