After solving the problem, Deanna was slightly relieved.
Suddenly, Lance spoke up, "It's not too early now, let's have dinner."
"Since we're already here, and you've told them all your needs, I'll have them set it up for you as soon as possible to save trouble later."
Deanna nodded in agreement.
At this point, there was only this way.
At the dinner table, Lance and Deanna sat across from each other, quietly eating without speaking a word.
The only sounds in the air were the occasional clinking of chopsticks and bowls.
The quiet scene made Deanna feel a bit amused.
Usually, mealtime with the two little ones at home was always noisy.
Suddenly becoming so quiet felt somewhat unfamiliar and a bit lonely.
Hearing Deanna's laughter, Lance looked up and seemed to understand her thoughts.
He pursed his lips and smiled, saying, "The Mercer family has always been strict, adhering to the principle of silence during meals and sleep. I'm used to it."
Was this man explaining to her?
Deanna shook her head slightly, "It's quite nice, I can see that."
"But our two little ones at home are always restless. Whenever they see something they like to eat, they'll fight over it, but when it's crucial, they'll give way to each other."
Talking about the children, Deanna smiled with motherly affection evident in her eyes.
Seeing this scene, Lance's heart inexplicably softened.
The scene she described seemed nice indeed.
Suddenly, Lance became interested and began to inquire, and the two of them ate and chatted.
For a moment, the scene was heartwarming.
After dinner, Lance sat on the sofa in the hall dealing with company documents, while Deanna worked on the design of the medicinal garden nearby.
She had sketched a rough design earlier in the afternoon, and now that she had some time, she wanted to refine it.
When Lance turned around, he saw Deanna's focused expression.
And the design she was drawing seemed quite good.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, "I didn't expect, Dr. Deanna, that you have this skill. You draw quite well."
Deanna shook her head and just smiled.
"I'm just an amateur, simple drawings are okay for me, but I can't handle complex ones."
"Dr. Deanna is modest."
Deanna chuckled lightly, "Mr. Mercer, don't tease me. I'm not a professional architect, I don't have that much skill."
After roughly finishing the drawing, Deanna made some adjustments to a few details and handed it over to the butler.
"I've marked the areas that need attention. If there's anything you don't understand, just ask me."
The butler took it and nodded, "Okay."
After finishing everything, Deanna subconsciously picked up her phone, and it was already past nine o'clock!
She stretched out her hand and rubbed her tired shoulders.
Time flies.
She had been busy all day, and she felt dirty all over, which made her somewhat disgusted.
Deanna frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed, "Um, Mr. Mercer, can I borrow a place to take a shower?"
For some reason, she felt a bit strange saying this.
In an instant, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Lance quickly replied, "Of course you can."
Then, he looked at the butler and instructed, "Take Dr. Deanna to a guest room and arrange anything she needs."
Deanna got up and followed the butler to the guest room.
Entering the bathroom, without caring about anything else, Deanna quickly started to shower.
The warm water washed away the fatigue of the day, making her feel much more comfortable.
Suddenly, Deanna seemed to remember something.
She looked around and realized there were no clean clothes she could change into!
The only thing available in the guest room was a towel.
This...
She couldn't possibly run around wrapped in a towel, could she?
That's ridiculous!
But her clothes were already dirty during the day.
With no other choice, Deanna reluctantly called Lance.
"Mr. Mercer, um, can you come up for a moment?"
Deanna's tone on the phone was hesitant, and Lance frowned, puzzled.
After hanging up the phone, he got up and went straight to the guest room.
Knock knock-
The next second, the door opened a crack, and Deanna stuck her head out, looking out, which was quite cute.
Before Lance could ask, she spoke first.
"Mr. Mercer, I didn't bring any spare clothes, and your house... Do you have any spare ones?"
She bit her lip, feeling a bit embarrassed to bring up this awkward question.
Lance frowned, only now realizing this.
He looked a bit awkward, "There are no women's clothes at home, only mine. I haven't worn them, would that be okay?"
At this moment, Deanna couldn't afford to be picky.
Having something was better than nothing.
She nodded, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Mercer."