Chapter 92 You Like It, That's Fine

Chapter 92 You Like It, That's Fine

Donna brought him to a night market. At this time, many vendors had already set up their stalls. Various smells mixed in the air, and Donna couldn't help but sniff.

Then she remembered Edward beside her and spoke a bit awkwardly.

"If you don't like it, we can go somewhere else."

In Donna's mind, someone like Edward, who had been high and mighty since childhood, had probably never eaten food truck food.

She also felt she'd been a bit reckless. Donna had been thinking that it had been a long time since she'd eaten these things, and wanted to try them today, but forgot that maybe Edward's stomach was very delicate and couldn't handle this heavy, oily, salty food.

Edward showed no expression and looked quite comfortable.

"No need to change. If you like it, let's stay here."

Seeing that he really didn't seem forced, Donna brought him in. But instead of buying food to eat on the street, she chose a restaurant where they could sit and eat.

It was a grilled fish restaurant. Donna had made a special trip here when she was in college. The taste was amazing. She didn't expect that after all these years, this restaurant was still in business.

Although the small shop was very crowded, the food came quickly. In about twenty minutes, a grilled fish with perfect color, aroma, and taste was brought to their table.

The fish was placed on a tray with charcoal burning underneath. Not long after it was served, the sauce on the tray started bubbling.

"You eat this while it's cooking."

Donna skillfully grabbed the sanitized utensils from the side and placed them in front of Edward.

After setting up her own bowl, Donna's eyes lit up as she picked up some fish and put it in her mouth. Her mood instantly improved.

"It's so good."

Edward followed her lead and picked up a piece of fish. It was a bit spicy, and the flavor was too strong for him. Fortunately, Donna had ordered pasta, so Edward managed to fill up on that.

On the other hand, Donna looked completely satisfied, patting her belly.

"I used to come here with Luna. You know, she ate more than me every time."

Hearing Donna talk about the past, Edward was in a very good mood.

After getting married, Edward wanted to know more about Donna, but she rarely talked about the past. Tonight he learned that Donna really loved eating grilled fish from this place.

"Do you have anywhere else you want to go? Or should we head home now?"

Edward stood by the car. The evening breeze blew past, taking away the day's worries.

Donna checked her phone. It was almost nine o'clock. When Edward wasn't working, he would be soaking in the bathtub by nine.

After discovering this pattern, Donna found it a bit strange because she had never seen a man who loved taking baths, especially not someone like Edward.

She had this stereotypical idea that someone like Edward, a high-ranking CEO, would spend any spare time thinking about the company's development.

"You already came out to eat with me today. I'm very satisfied. Let's go back."

As Donna got in the car, she noticed that just in the short time they'd been standing there, at least three girls had been sneaking glances at Edward.

Edward was tall and well-built with an outstanding presence. He stood out from everyone here. Just standing there, he was already the most eye-catching person in the crowd. Even from far away, Donna could spot him right away.

After getting Donna's answer, Edward took her home.

As soon as they got home, Edward went to take a bath again. Donna didn't want to move yet, but remembering the garden she'd mentioned before going out, she wanted to go take care of it.

The garden was large and usually maintained by a gardener, but after these flowers grew, Donna didn't let the gardener come anymore. If there were any small problems, she could handle them herself.

Donna took scissors, rolled up her sleeves, and slowly walked into the garden along the reserved path.

Donna picked several nice hydrangeas. Hydrangea blooms are so large that just a few could fill an entire vase.

When Edward came out of the bathroom, he saw Donna sitting on the carpet in the room, holding a book, with the flowers she'd just arranged in front of her.

Edward's hair was damp but no longer dripping. He walked over and reminded her.

"The floor is cold at night. You should sit on the bed."

Donna's eyes didn't leave the book as she casually replied.

"I know."

She answered, but showed no sign of moving.

Edward sighed and bent down to pick her up from behind.

The sudden loss of balance made Donna cry out. Edward's warm voice came from behind her ear.

"Don't move."

The house had floor heating, and both were wearing very light clothing, so Donna could feel the burning heat of his chest against her back.

Letting Edward carry her to the bed, before Donna could say anything, Edward had already gone to dry his hair.

Donna wasn't reading anymore. Instead, she was focused on watching Edward.

A beautiful man fresh from the bath—Donna watched and unconsciously started smiling foolishly.

This little gesture naturally didn't escape Edward's notice. He also slightly raised the corners of his mouth, openly showing himself to her.

Before going to sleep, Edward reminded Donna.

"If Peter wants to meet you recently, you'd better not go out. And that Maya too."

Edward was just reminding her. It was hard to maintain long-term vigilance against bad people. He still needed to deal with Peter's situation quickly.

...

The next morning, Edward woke her up again. After dropping Donna off at the shop, Edward went to the company.

As soon as she walked into the store, Carol ran over in a panic.

"Ms. Jackson, something's wrong. I just got to work this morning and the factory called saying they can't deliver this batch on time."

"What happened?"

Donna was also a bit anxious.

"The previous deliveries were all fine. Why can't they deliver this time?"

After the online and physical store sales stabilized, Donna had confirmed the factory early on. Because the initial order was quite large, Donna had taken a long time to choose this factory, precisely because it had a stable supply and could meet their order volume.

With the holiday approaching, they had opened many pre-orders online, so the order volume would be even larger. But she had told the factory in advance, and they had said there was no problem.

"That's what they promised before, but they said there was an accident this time. There was a problem with the molds, and the newly printed batch of products are all defective. If they redo them, it will take time. Plus changing the molds, no matter how much they rush, they can't meet the agreed delivery time."