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Oh my God! Suddenly, Irene remembered who the woman with red hair was.
Due to his inexplicable mood, but with a constant smile on his face, Sebastian effortlessly carried out all his tasks. Despite being interrupted by several meetings and numerous inquiries from the finance division regarding his request for reports from the past few years, everything was under control.
Kenzo, the Finance Manager, said, “The data has been archived, Sir. It will take some time to retrieve.”
“Whatever, as long as it’s on my desk by next week,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the report Irene had prepared. Everything was just as he wanted. Nothing was missed. However, he wondered about what had happened between 2011 and 2013.
His concentration was broken by a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said without diverting his gaze from the report. Suddenly, the delightful aroma of pizza filled his room. He looked up and saw Merry entering with a pizza box. “Wow… it smells delicious,” he said, and his mouth almost watered. His stomach growled, demanding attention. “Who bought it? Isn’t it Merry who usually cooks?”
“It was Miss Irene, Sir. She wanted to have pizza with Miss Bella,” Merry replied.
“Has Bella come home?” Sebastian grabbed a slice, generously covering it in sauce. “Where’s the soda?”
“Miss Bella asked for it, Sir. She came home from school and was angry,” Merry explained.
Sebastian paused his enjoyable chewing. “Angry?” he repeated Merry’s words. “Why?”
“I’m not sure, Sir. But Miss Irene calmed her down. They’re in Miss Irene’s room now, eating pizza together.”
Sebastian furrowed his brow, but then smiled faintly. “Bella and Irene are like sisters, aren’t they?”
Merry agreed.
“Get them some drinks or any food. Remind Irene and Bella to eat rice. Please prepare dinner; I’ll have it at home,” Sebastian instructed.
“Understood, Sir.” Merry didn’t find it too strange for Sebastian to suddenly come home, but what intrigued him was that the young master’s smile never faded. If Merry could be honest, Sebastian seemed slightly more human for some reason. There were no cynical glances, curt remarks, or sharp gazes. Was it because of Irene’s presence? Or because of what happened earlier this morning? Well, it wasn’t his concern. Merry decided to return to the kitchen. It wasn’t his business after all.
Meanwhile, Irene, who hadn’t fully processed all of Sunny’s words, chose to sit silently at the dining table. Her eyes were fixed on the profiles sent by Sunny through her email. There were not just one, but numerous data sent there. How did Irene know that all of them were middle-aged women? Some were widows, some had children, and some were still unmarried.
“What kind of disaster is this?” Irene felt like crying because of this list. Moreover, Sunny’s words echoed clearly in her mind.
“You should ask Bella first. If my granddaughter approves, then you can arrange a blind date. Help me make Sebastian see his life more clearly. I feel sorry for Bella if Sebastian keeps leaving her. Who knows, if he has a wife, he might stay home more often.”
Irene repeatedly tapped her forehead. Sunny’s words were still ringing in her ears. “Raptor can only last a week with a woman. At most two weeks, then he just leaves. What about women like this model?” Her hand paused on one of the beautiful women’s profiles, with heavy makeup.
Her hair was red, but she didn’t exude the elegance of the woman referred to as “Mami Ena” by Bella. Irene hadn’t forgotten how she had encountered that person. They didn’t shake hands, but Irene couldn’t divert her eyes from her. She was tall and stunningly beautiful, making Irene feel small as a girl. Her red hair cascaded beautifully. Her sharp gaze and well-mannered way of speaking. Although her outfit was somewhat revealing, Irene understood that the woman couldn’t be approached easily.
It wasn’t because there was a man by her side. Not at all. But the aura emitted by that woman was different. And out of all the profiles, Irene had to find someone similar or at least somewhat resembling her? Oh God! It would be better to return Irene to the testers. This stress was becoming unbearable. If she were asked to find someone even remotely similar, Irene would give up.
“And this one would also be abandoned by Raptor after being taken to his apartment,” Irene said in frustration. Her fingers scrolled through other photos. “Why is this confident woman even here?” Her eyes scanned the woman’s personal information.
“Loving, caring for animals, working at a beauty salon, skilled at massaging… oh my!” Irene tapped her forehead again. “Besides the feet, hands, back, and stomach, what else can she massage?” She suddenly shivered. “Skip!” Irene another profile that appeared. “Thirty-nine years old, single, wanted to get married but failed because of infidelity.” Irene nodded quietly. “The guy sounds mean.” She then read another bio. “Bra cup size 38D.” Irene paused abruptly. “What’s my bra size? I think I wear a size 32. This is 38? D? It’s big, right?”
“What’s big, Miss?”
Her phone almost slipped from her hand. She was startled by Merry’s sudden arrival, as if he came out of nowhere. “Where did you come from?” She quickly composed herself, accompanied by a faint smile. She also immediately placed her phone face down on the table, afraid that Merry would notice, even though, when she thought about it, the viewing distance was quite far.
“In Mr. Sebastian’s room. Did you ask me to deliver the pizza to him?”
Irene grimaced. “Has he eaten it yet?”
“He ate it right away, Miss.” Merry gave a thumbs-up. “It seems like your father was hungry but didn’t have time to eat properly. Aunt prepared some snacks. Only his coffee was consumed.”
The bespectacled girl sighed softly. “He already had two cups, Bi. Don’t make another one this evening, okay? If Dad gets angry, say it’s because of me.”
Merry blinked slowly. “But then you’ll be the one getting scolded, Miss?”
“That’s normal,” Irene grinned. “Rather than him getting acid reflux?”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Merry nodded in understanding. “I’ll prepare lunch, Miss.”
“Prepare lunch around two o’clock, okay? I’m afraid if he refuses now because he just ate pizza.”
Both of them said those words simultaneously, causing Merry to chuckle. “Sorry, Miss.”
“It’s alright. But who are you preparing lunch for? I already promised to cook chicken steak for Bella. I’ll cook dinner later too. Do we have chicken?” “You’re not planning to cook for me, Irene?”
Reflexively, Irene turned her head. The boss was casually walking over, holding a pizza box that may or may not still have anything inside. “Since I was hungry, I finished all the slices. Besides, there were only three.”
Irene gave a faint smile as she accepted the empty box. “Yes, sir. I didn’t buy a lot because I didn’t want to overeat and not eat rice.”
Sebastian pulled a chair and sat beside Irene. That was his intention now. “Earlier, you said you were going to cook for Bella. What about me?”
“I was afraid that the taste of my cooking wouldn’t suit your palate, sir. So, let Aunty Merry handle it for Mr. Sebastian.” Irene diplomatically replied, smiling briefly before excusing herself. “I’ll accompany Bella first. She’s alone, poor thing.” “I heard Bella is angry. Why is she?” Sebastian wouldn’t let Irene leave just like that.
Hasn’t he gotten what he wants yet? His assistant is so lucky. How can she only cook for Bella? Isn’t Sebastian counted in? Today Sebastian is in a good mood, he didn’t bother at all about the impromptu leave he gave. Can’t Irene do something in return? Does Sebastian have to specifically ask for delicious food?
No way! He will persuade Irene to cook for him tonight. It’s no longer Bi Merry standing there. As his eyes glanced at the middle-aged woman, he waved subtly. Not intending to drive her away, but he did need to have a private conversation with Irene alone.
