Nineteen

Alex glared at him. "Olivia is still sleeping; don't disturb her with your nonsense," He said.

Jay felt wronged. What did he do that made him want this from his boss?' He thought-he already knew that-that woman had bewitched his boss; there was no doubt about that. But he was surprised because of how late Alex woke up. "You woke up so late?" He asked him, looking at him suspiciously.

'Did he already find a solution to his sleeping problems?' He thought about it, but he did not hear anything about that. So how does it come?

Alex looked at him and said, "What are you saying?" He asked him with a frown on his face.

Jay shook his head. His thoughts were actually ridiculous; he thought maybe it was because of Olivia that he slept so deeply and woke up late. Hehe, I did not say anything. Of course you can sleep and wake up late," He said.

Alex walked away. He walked towards the kitchen and wore the apron on top of his suit. The chefs faces turned pale, and they looked at each other.

'Are they getting fired?' They thought and looked at each other.

Could it be that Alex felt that they were too lazy and wanted to start cooking by himself? Then what will their job be? They will only get fired next.

Their faces turned pale as they looked at each other. "Master, we will do that so you don't have to worry." One of the chefs said this as he tried to take the pot from Alex's hands. But Alex dodged his hand. "It is alright, you can go and do something else; I just want to make some food for Madam before she wakes up," He said, dismissing them.

The chefs looked at each other, but they still could not bring themselves to leave. They could only try to help him with some things that he might need.

Eric walked into the house and saw Jay standing at the kitchen entrance, sighing dramatically. Eric tapped his shoulder, and Jay turned his head. He was shocked to see him, but he instantly became excited.

He pointed at the kitchen with an excited expression and said, "See... I told you she had already bewitched the president. Has the president ever cooked even for himself before or even for us?" Jay asked him.

Eric shook his head. He could not remember the time the president cooked for them, so he was puzzled when he heard his question and looked at him doubtfully. "Why do you keep asking?" He asked.

Jay pointed toward the kitchen, and Eric could tell that he was feeling agitated. He turned his head and looked towards the kitchen. He was stunned when he saw Alex in the kitchen with an apron. He looked at Jay; now he understood why he was feeling agitated.

Eric patted his shoulder.

Jay looked at him. "You should go and tell him; that is what he should not do," He said.

Eric laughed; he looked at Jay with a disbelief look and said, "Wait, are you kidding me? You have been standing here for more than ten minutes watching him; why did you not go and stop?" he asked.

Jay looked at him with a righteous expression and said, "You are his personal assistant who advises him on what to do. It is not my duty to do that for you," He said with a justified expression.

Eric laughed, saying, "You are also his personal bodyguard; you should also do that. That is your duty," Eric said. Jay shook his head. "You are closer to him than I am," He said.

Eric chuckled, "Now I understand the game you are playing. If you really want to stop him, then go inside yourself. You are the one courting death; don't push me too." He said, glaring at him, that he walked away so Jay would not implicate him.

Jay snorted. "He is so weak-hearted; I wonder how he became the president's personal assistant," He said.

He looked at Alex, who was still cooking in the kitchen; he did not have the mind to go and stop. He could only sigh and walk away too.

Finally, Alex finished cooking the meal and allowed the chefs to serve the table.

At the same time, Olivua was walking down. She looked around in surprise and puzzlement, wondering what was going on.

The chefs immediately smiled when they saw her. Madam, you are awake. The food is ready; you woke up coincidentally when the food was ready, so it is still hot," The chef said with a smile.

Olivia nodded and walked towards the dining room. She was shocked to see the feast on the dining table. She looked at the chef. "Is there anything special happening today, or is a visitor coming?" She asked him.

The chef shook his head, saying, "Nothing of such. The master woke up early to make all of this for you. The master really cares about you the most," He said with a smile.

Olivia was even more shocked. "Alex made this?" She asked in shock.

The chef nodded.

Olivia was more shocked; she did not know that Alex could cook. She sighed, knowing that she had never paid attention to anything about him in the past, so she never knew that he could cook so well.

"Where is he?" She asked the chef.

The chef pointed at the kitchen. Olivia nodded and said, "You can leave now. I will take it from here," She said.

The chef hesitated. He knew how much Alex loves Olivia and that he might get angry if she made him do anything.

Olivia smiled at him, like she knew what he was thinking. "You don't have to worry; just tell him I was the one who asked you to leave if he asks," She said.

The chef hesitated before nodding his head. He turned around and walked away. Olivia walked towards the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen and saw that Alex was actually cleaning the sink. She approached him and hugged him from behind.