Chapter 118
Thorne just chuckled at the remark and said, “Got it before he turned on his heel and left.
As he made his way downstairs, he saw that Moran and the others were already digging in.
They were all a bit surprised to see him come down alone. Like Jasmine, they had assumed that if Thorne personally went to fetch her, Charlege would have found it hard to say no. Granger threw out a question, “She didn’t come down, huh?”
*Thorne just nodded.
Then he turned to the staff member nearby and ordered, “Could you prepare a plate of BBQ ribs, a Caesar salad, and, oh, throw in a pot of chili too? Have it sent up to my wife, please.” Vesta bit her lip at that. It didn’t really mean much that Thorne was having food sent up to Charlene. But…
She didn’t like how he referred to Charlene as “my wife.” As if he was affirming Charlene’s status as his wife.
Then again, she thought, the staff probably didn’t even know Charlene. Without calling her ‘my wife, who would know who he meant to send the food to?
Upstairs, Charlene was indeed feeling hungry.
The doorbell rang, and she opened the door to let the staff member with the food trolley inside.
The staff member carefully arranged the food on the table and lifted the lids to show her what each dish was.
But the moment the lids were lifted, Charlene frowned and said, “I think there’s been a mistake. I didn’t order these-”
The aroma of the spicy chili pot was enticing, and the array of seafood and meats looked delicious.
She really did want to eat it.
But that wasn’t what she had ordered.
“No mistake,” the staff member respectfully explained. “These were sent up by Mr. Henderson. The dishes you ordered are almost ready as well, and will be up shortly.” Charlene paused.
Even two or three of her couldn’t finish all this, not counting the dishes she actually ordered.
So, her meal ended up taking quite a while.
When it was almost time for their meeting, Charlene was still eating.
Stewart started the video call early, asking Charlene for some documents. When Charlene joined, she was mid-bite, prompting Stewart to ask, “What are you eating? Looks tasty.” Charlene turned her camera to show the feast.
As more people joined the online meeting room, they were amazed at the spread of expensive food displayed and asked, “All that? Have you guys just started eating?” Charlene replied, “No, I’m almost done.”
“All that for just you?”
Charlene hesitated. “I didn’t order it.”
Stewart caught on: “Your husband ordered it?”
Charlene confirmed, “He had it sent up.”
Stewart concluded, “Well, at least he shows some conscience.”
Charlene didn’t want to comment on that or explain that he was probably just trying to keep his grandmother
happy.
As their scheduled meeting time approached, and Charlene felt full, she put down her chopsticks, had someone clean up, and moved her computer back to focus on work.
They got so caught up in their work that they continued well into the night, past ten, without any intention of stopping.
While Charlene and the team were deeply focused on another part of their project, the door opened. And Thorne walked in.
Charlene’s seat and the camera angle included the door, and as soon as she realized, she quickly adjusted the
camera away.