Chapter 63 That Woman Finally Gets What's Coming
And just like that, Nicholas had talked himself back into being reasonable!
Charlie suppressed his laughter and quickly responded, "Yes, Mr. Harrison!"
Charlie's phone suddenly rang.
Charlie glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered.
"Hello, yes... Ma'am!"
Hearing Emma's voice, he immediately straightened his posture.
"Yes, yes, understood. Don't worry, I'll get it done!"
After hanging up, he quickly reported, "Ms. Rodriguez wants me to call Miss Jackson and have her prepare some things for me to bring back to the estate."
"What things?"
"The third book from the bookshelf, a jewelry box, her phone, and some cream puffs!"
Charlie relayed the exact message.
Nicholas's eyes flickered. All little feminine trinkets. He hadn't heard of those cream puffs before—something she liked to eat?
"Handle it. After you get everything, come back to the estate. Get plenty of those cream puffs and have the chef learn to make them. I want them made for her daily."
"Yes!" Charlie suddenly added, "Mr. Harrison, should I bring FD back too? To keep the missus company."
"Mm!" Nicholas nodded. Give her something to pass the time—better than having her feel bored.
Yesterday's unpleasantness had completely evaporated!
That afternoon, Zoe successfully landed the lead role contract for "The Willow's Lament," but she couldn't feel happy about it.
Maybe it was because Steven had been too high-profile, bragging everywhere about being Nicholas's future father-in-law, so Nicholas got angry and pulled the Perez family's project.
Those businessmen were too opportunistic, immediately reading the wind and distancing themselves from Steven.
Steven directly blamed his daughter for being useless, saying if she knew how to seduce men properly, she would have been the CEO's wife long ago.
Zoe had been calling Nicholas all day, but he hadn't answered once.
So she went directly to wait outside Harrison Group, only to be told that Nicholas had already left.
She was furious and immediately called Henry and Ethan, but neither knew Nicholas's whereabouts.
She suddenly had a bad feeling.
Was Nicholas avoiding her? Wait, that Emma woman seemed to have been in a car accident and had disappeared.
Maybe he was out looking for her?
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.
Her car pulled into the hotel's underground parking garage—she had business dinner there tonight.
As she got out of the car, suddenly someone covered her mouth from behind and she blacked out!
Then she was carried away.
...
Around five o'clock, the car returned to the estate.
As soon as Nicholas entered the main hall, the butler approached him.
He reported on Emma's condition—she had eaten very little lunch, but had finished her medicinal soup. Dr. Luke had come to disinfect her wound, and everything was fine.
"Mm!" Nicholas nodded and headed upstairs. He knocked on the door but got no response.
He pushed open the door. The room's curtains swayed gently, but it was empty. He then walked to the study.
Emma was asleep in the chair, her head tilted to the right, sleeping deeply with a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. She looked especially sweet.
She clutched that photo frame tightly in her arms—the one with his twelve-year-old picture, still showing boyish innocence.
Nicholas's eyes darkened. She really did care about that photo.
This confirmed his suspicion that they must have known each other as children. At least, she had been keeping the memory of him from that time in her heart.
He walked to the lounge chair and gently bent down, carefully lifting her into his arms.
His movements were gentle, afraid of waking her.
She stirred in his arms, seeming to mumble something in her sleep.
Nicholas's heart was struck hard.
His usually expressionless face rarely showed such tenderness.
He carried her with light steps back to the bedroom, gently placing her on the soft bed.
A few strands of hair fell across her smooth forehead. He raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing the hair away.
Under the lamplight, he realized how beautiful she looked asleep—fair skin, long eyelashes.
When Emma woke again, it was completely dark outside.
Faint sounds of lively conversation and music drifted from the balcony.
How did she end up in bed? She remembered falling asleep on the lounge chair in the study that afternoon.
She slowly sat up, testing her right foot.
Her ankle still ached slightly, but she could put a little weight on it now. The swelling had gone down considerably.
She slowly made her way to the balcony, gripping the railing as she looked out.
On the estate's lawn, a roaring bonfire blazed. Many people in casual clothes and wide-brimmed hats surrounded the fire, singing and dancing with infectious energy.
Her heart felt ignited by those leaping flames, suddenly filling with excitement.
She never imagined this quiet, orderly estate would have such a vibrant side.
She couldn't help thinking that if she had lived here during those three years, her life would have been so much more colorful!
There was a tap at the door.
Nicholas pushed it open.
Emma turned to look at him, feeling somewhat awkward since they had parted on bad terms yesterday.
"Awake?" he said, his voice sounding calm. "Hungry? I'll take you down to eat."
Judging by his tone, he didn't seem angry anymore?
Emma pointed outside. "What's happening over there?"
Nicholas walked over and followed her gaze, explaining.
It was the estate's harvest festival. Yesterday was picking day, and the harvest was good. Traditionally, they'd hold a bonfire party to celebrate, everyone having fun together, eating barbecue, and singing.
He looked at her, his eyes questioning. "Want to go see?"
Her eyes lit up as she nodded enthusiastically.
Nicholas naturally bent to lift her up.
"No, no need," she quickly waved her hands. "I can walk myself."
She took a few tentative steps forward. It wasn't too painful—though she still limped a bit, it was definitely better than yesterday.
Nicholas watched her grab clean clothes and slowly walk toward the bathroom, feeling inexplicably annoyed.
Did she really not want him to carry her?
After dawdling for a while, Emma changed clothes and slowly walked out of the bedroom, supporting herself against the wall.
Just as she reached the door, Nicholas couldn't stand it anymore.
He strode forward and scooped her up without warning.
"Hey, you..." Emma instinctively struggled.
"I'm hungry," Nicholas said curtly, carrying her with long strides. "By the time you walk there, the party will be over."
His reasoning was solid—she couldn't argue with that.
She had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck to steady herself. His familiar, clean scent filled her nostrils, leaving her momentarily dazed.
They finally reached the bonfire party.
Seeing them approach from afar, the servants who had been sitting or standing around quickly rose and respectfully greeted them.
"Mr. Harrison! Mrs. Harrison!"
"Good evening!"
Everyone's faces showed surprise and delight.
After all, Nicholas had never participated in these employee celebrations before.
Unexpectedly, after Emma arrived, the iceberg-like Nicholas had gained quite a bit of warmth.
The estate manager in charge of the party quickly approached, his face beaming with smiles.
He had specially arranged a small table covered with a beautiful tablecloth in a spot not far from the bonfire but relatively quiet.
"Mr. Harrison, Mrs. Harrison, this way please."
The long buffet table was laden with various fresh fruits, sizzling grilled meat skewers, seafood sashimi, exquisite little pastries, and an array of wines and beverages. The sight alone was enough to whet anyone's appetite.
Nicholas settled Emma in her chair and asked gently, "What would you like to eat?"
Emma looked at the table full of delicious food, her eyes hardly knowing where to look first. "Wow, everything looks amazing. I want to try it all—except the seafood."
Suddenly, a small white dog bounded out. Emma's expression changed as she jumped onto Nicholas.