Chapter 118 The Rhythm of the Storm
Armando left Imperial Garden and had Kade drive him to Emerald Park.
The lights inside weren't on.
The sky outside hadn't completely darkened yet.
Armando stood in what used to be his and Elizabeth's marital home, gazing out the window.
"Armando, your stomach isn't good. Today I learned how to make a stomach-soothing porridge. I'll cook it for you."
He had never forgotten Elizabeth's calm yet caring voice from those memories.
Why was he so slow when it came to feelings?
Armando took out his phone from his pants pocket and called Jake. "Mr. Sherman, is everything ready on your end?"
Armando was ready to announce the end of his engagement with Sherry.
At that moment, Jake, who was on the run, pulled out a cigarette from his cigarette box.
He didn't light it.
Jake excitedly answered Armando's question. "Almost there. In a little while, I'll lure Timothy out of the country."
Fuck! That man Timothy was crazy too.
Ever since Jake fled abroad, Timothy had been frantically hiring mercenaries to hunt him down.
Fortunately, he also had money to hire people to protect himself.
Jake hung up on Armando.
He really looked down on both Armando and Timothy—both of them were so obsessed with Elizabeth.
Men with money and power, couldn't they have as much true love as they wanted?
"Jack, how much longer until we get there?"
Jake was sick of this miserable life on the run.
"Mr. Sherman, if we're fast, three days."
Hearing this answer, Jake smiled warmly.
Then he'd soon be able to lure Timothy out of the country to meet him.
Elizabeth didn't like turning on the AC at home. She felt the weather was too hot.
So she called Timothy and asked him to pick up a big watermelon from the supermarket on his way home from work.
The result was that what Timothy brought back wasn't a watermelon, but a papaya.
Elizabeth pointed her little finger at the bag of papaya and asked unkindly, "Mr. Robinson, can't you tell the difference between a watermelon and a papaya?"
She kindly took out her phone.
She found pictures of watermelons and papayas online, then shoved them right under Timothy's nose.
Making him look.
Timothy had gone straight to the gym after work before coming home, then stopped by the supermarket to buy papaya. His short-sleeved shirt clung to his solid chest.
He looked down at the phone in front of him, reached out and grabbed Elizabeth under her arms.
Lifted her up, moved her aside, and set her down by the sofa.
"I'm going to shower. Don't block the way. Be good. I know the difference between watermelon and papaya."
Elizabeth, who had been moved to the sofa, fell silent.
"If you know the difference, why did you buy papaya?" Elizabeth was speechless, but she didn't want to delay his shower. "Go shower first."
Timothy raised an eyebrow and patted Elizabeth's head. "After you finish this month's medicine, I'll buy you whatever melon you want. Besides, they're both melons anyway, and papaya can supplement certain things."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him. "Supplement what?"
Timothy calmly glanced at her chest. "Right here."
Elizabeth immediately bent down to grab a pillow to throw at him. Jerk.
Timothy lazily stood there and let her hit him twice.
Then he bent down and kissed her. "You've worked so hard. After you finish this round of medicine, we'll go eat whatever food you want."
Elizabeth fell silent again.
A sudden tender offensive.
Fine, papaya it is.
"Go shower, hurry up."
Elizabeth poked his chest with her finger.
Timothy's eyes changed slightly, and his large hand caught her delicate wrist.
He said fiercely, "You poked the wrong place."
Elizabeth blinked her innocent eyes. "Sorry, you're wearing pants. How was I supposed to know I poked the wrong place?"
They were both quiet for a moment.
Timothy's long fingers went to his belt, pressed the buckle, and undid it.
Elizabeth poked his chest again.
Timothy frowned.
He simply picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Let's shower together."
In the bathroom.
Timothy happily washed his hair. "Who took down that trending topic?"
Joe had mentioned this to Timothy when he got off work.
When Timothy brought this up, Elizabeth, who was facing the wall and didn't dare turn around to watch Timothy shower, got angry.
"A man who thinks he did a good deed, but actually did something stupid."
"A man?"
Timothy narrowed his eyes and applied body wash.
Elizabeth turned to look at that moment, then turned back to continue facing the wall.
"It was Armando. He came to apologize to me on Sherry's behalf."
Timothy let out a cold snort from his thin lips. "That Sherry is full of schemes. When you deal with her, you need to be even more ruthless."
Timothy always showered and washed his hair quickly.
In just the time they exchanged a few words, he was done.
Elizabeth didn't hear the water anymore. "Done already?"
Timothy raised an eyebrow, dried himself with a towel, and walked behind Elizabeth.
His hands circled her slim waist.
"Done."
He lowered his head, his burning lips falling near her ear.
They made love several times in the bathroom.
This morning, Elizabeth struggled to get up and go to work.
Yosef came out of the elevator rubbing his temples.
He saw Elizabeth. "Get me a cup of coffee, thanks."
Recently his mother Lyric Vaughn had been enthusiastically trying to set him up, calling him to come home from time to time.
He was a bit annoyed.
She brought the coffee in to Yosef and mentioned her resignation. "I plan to leave at the end of this month."
Yosef drank his coffee. "Are you sure?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, I don't plan to work as a secretary anymore."
Seeing her firm attitude and understanding her intention, Yosef said, "Okay."
At that moment, at Greenview Mansion.
Emma was on the phone with Yosef's mother Lyric. "Ms. Vaughn, don't worry. Yosef always knows what he's doing."
"I'm still worried. Ms. Penrose is too beautiful. Our family can't have this kind of thing happen in the future."
Lyric normally wouldn't interfere with the women around Yosef, but when Emma mentioned that Elizabeth was Yosef's secretary, Lyric completely lost it.
Elizabeth had been Armando's secretary before marrying into the Johnson family.
Emma narrowed her eyes and consoled her innocently. "Ms. Vaughn, you have to trust Yosef."
Lyric wasn't consoled. She frowned. "You haven't seen Mrs. Johnson. She's so embarrassed about her son having had Elizabeth, a murder suspect, as a wife that she doesn't dare go out for tea anymore."
Lyric was afraid of the what-if—what if Yosef also liked a woman like Elizabeth?
Lyric thought of a solution. "I plan to meet Elizabeth directly and get her to resign on her own. Emma, do you have any way to help me arrange to meet her?"
Emma hesitated. "I can call TechStrong's Opal and then get transferred to Elizabeth's extension."
Lyric smiled. "That's a good idea. Just let me know once you've set up a time. Emma, you haven't come to see me in so long."
Emma smiled. "I've been busy painting lately, planning to hold an exhibition. My parents also called the other day complaining that I haven't been home in a while."
Lyric knew that once Emma started painting, she became very absorbed. She said, "Alright then, finish up quickly and then go home."
"Okay."
Emma hung up the phone with a smile.
A servant walked into the living room from outside. "Someone from an auction house is at the front gate. They say they're delivering an auctioned item to you."
Auction house?
Emma was puzzled when she received a call from Sam, who worked for Manuel.
It turned out the auction item at the gate was a gift from Manuel for their first meeting.
Emma had the servant call the gate to let them in.
She touched her belly, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly. "Child, your grandfather really loves you."