Chapter 93 About Your Secret
Sherry took a shower and then headed to the study to find Armando.
Only one lamp was on in the study.
Armando wasn't working.
He was just leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, resting.
Sherry came in and told him that the engagement party invitations had been sent out.
Her smile was incredibly sweet.
"Great," Armando opened his eyes and smiled faintly, "Thanks for handling that."
Sherry's tone was cheerful, "It wasn't a big deal. I'm really happy."
She was going to be Armando's wife soon!
Armando looked at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, "As long as you're happy. Did you visit Sloane tonight? I haven't seen Sloane in days."
His question carried a deeper meaning.
Sherry smiled, "I'll visit Sloane tomorrow morning. Sloane is probably sleeping now."
Armando paused, nodded, and opened his laptop to start working.
Seeing that he was about to work, Sherry didn't disturb him, "Don't work too late."
She leaned on the desk, quickly kissed his forehead, and turned to leave the study.
There was no particular emotion in Armando's eyes.
He pulled out a tissue and wiped his forehead.
He had reminded her to visit Sloane.
She still said she'd do it tomorrow.
A mother, if she had any love in her heart, would at least check on her child when she got home, right?
Armando was frustrated with himself for misjudging her.
He took out his phone and dialed Elizabeth's number.
He knew Elizabeth had blocked his number, so the call wouldn't go through.
He then used the landline in the study to call.
This time, it connected.
"Hello? Who is this?"
On the other end, Elizabeth's voice was still slightly breathless from recent exercise.
Armando listened in disbelief to her breathy voice.
He didn't respond.
Elizabeth glanced at the caller ID. It was an unknown number, so it was either a spam call or a wrong number.
She hung up.
She had been lying on Timothy's chest, with Timothy's toes on the ground, gently rocking the rocking chair.
It felt like a game of Jenga.
Very innocent rocking.
"This rocking chair is great. I should get one for home too."
"Sure."
Timothy replied hoarsely.
He held her waist and continued rocking the chair very properly.
Her soft body felt very comfortable.
The next morning, Elizabeth and Timothy were going to look at a house.
They were supposed to go the day before, but Timothy had to go to the ER last minute, so they rescheduled.
Timothy had a phone call early in the morning, so he walked to the balcony to answer it.
His expression was lazy.
His tall body leaned casually against the railing as he talked to the head of a foreign company.
"Accettare la sua richiesta (Accept your request)"
He spoke for almost an hour.
When he finished the call, he looked at his watch.
He walked back to the bedroom to wake Elizabeth up.
At first, Timothy's voice was very gentle when waking Elizabeth.
But as he kept calling her, Elizabeth would pull the covers over her head and continue sleeping.
He raised an eyebrow and lifted a corner of the blanket.
He slipped his phone under the covers.
The phone was made of metal and felt a bit cool.
He lightly poked Elizabeth's waist with the phone.
Elizabeth twisted her waist and moved away, then pulled the covers down.
She opened her eyes.
She saw him slowly pulling the phone out from under the covers.
She was silent for a moment before saying, "Mr. Robinson, if you keep doing that, I'll get mad."
Who pokes someone with a phone to wake them up?
In bed, Elizabeth looked at him with her just-woken eyes, a bit misty, with her pajama collar slightly open.
Revealing her delicate collarbones.
Timothy knelt on one knee on the bed.
He supported himself with both hands on the bed.
He leaned closer to her.
His facial features were deep, his eyes affectionate.
Their noses were close.
"Really not getting up?"
In that moment of closeness, they shared each other's warmth.
Up close, the black mamba tattoo on his arm looked ready to strike.
Elizabeth pushed against his chest with her index finger.
Timothy lowered his head and kissed her collarbone, then stood up. Elizabeth sat up and scratched her head.
While brushing her teeth, Elizabeth scrolled through the Quin Agency's website on her phone.
The website was flooded with negative comments. Jessa's Instagram was also filled with critical remarks. She then checked the Instagram of the person pretending to be Yvonne. Under the imposter's posts were messages of support from fans.
Elizabeth rinsed her mouth, put down her toothbrush and cup, and sent a message to Lyle.
Elizabeth: [I think the Starlight Group is stirring things up this time.]
Lyle: [Yeah, do you plan to make a public statement? If you don't, the netizens might not accept this explanation.]
Elizabeth: [No need to make a statement yet. Let this fire burn a bit more.]
Elizabeth walked out of the bathroom with her phone. She was going to wear a dress, but Timothy stopped her.
"Today you should wear pants. A dress isn't convenient."
Timothy handed her a pair of pants from the closet. Elizabeth looked at him and didn't ask much. Pants it was.
Since Elizabeth occasionally stayed over, she had some clothes there. Choosing a house could have been handled by Joe, but Timothy and Elizabeth preferred to choose their own home.
At the Carlton Hotel parking lot, there was a heavy motorcycle parked. Elizabeth stood next to the motorcycle and finally understood why Timothy told her to wear pants. Timothy handed Elizabeth a helmet, then got on the motorcycle and put on his own helmet.
"Elizabeth, get on."
Elizabeth smiled and crossed her arms, squinting at Timothy's back. His broad shoulders.
"Have you been to Rocky Hill?"
She remembered a man on a motorcycle at Rocky Hill. When he passed her, he arrogantly gave her a thumbs-down.
Timothy chuckled softly. Elizabeth was furious. She got on the bike, sat behind him, and suddenly bit his neck.
Timothy gasped. His eyes darkened.
"We're supposed to look at houses today."
He warned her not to tease him anymore. Or they wouldn't be able to look at houses.
"Let's go, drive." Elizabeth pulled down her helmet visor, wrapped her arms around his waist, and urged him nonchalantly.
Timothy snorted, amused by her boldness but also her timidity. Timothy drove the motorcycle fast and skillfully. Just like in bed. His lovemaking skills were incredible. Elizabeth sat behind him, enjoying the wind on her skin.
They arrived at the real estate agent's office, and after an introduction, Elizabeth chose a European-style detached house. The house wasn't very big but had a yard. The location was good, with convenient amenities and a secure wall.
After seeing the house in person, they decided to buy it. Back at the agent's office, Elizabeth took out a bank card. It was Timothy's card. Just then, a woman's voice, lowered, came from nearby.
"See, she's the one paying, not the guy with her."
"I told you, her boyfriend probably doesn't have much money."
Their conversation didn't mention names but was clearly about Elizabeth. Elizabeth turned to see two women. She remembered them well. They had been at the same table as Emma at the Italian restaurant.
When the two women saw her looking, they smiled indifferently. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and smiled, then turned away. Timothy glanced at the two women and also turned away. They didn't care about irrelevant people's opinions. The two women, seeing that Elizabeth and Timothy didn't respond, smirked. See, they didn't dare speak up. They texted Emma about what they saw.
With the house bought, Elizabeth and Timothy decided to celebrate with a big meal. They went for a Western meal. Not long after they started eating, Timothy's phone rang. It was Joe. Timothy answered and listened to Joe's report, his expression darkening.
"Elizabeth, I have to attend a last-minute meeting. Do you want to come back to the Carlton Hotel with me?"
Elizabeth, "No, I'm going back to Faith Residence tonight."
She waved him off, telling him to hurry and leave, and asked him to leave the motorcycle. Timothy, seeing her nonchalantly waving him off, unhappily ruffled her hair before leaving. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and fixed her hair, continuing to eat. She didn't want to waste the meal.
"Sis."
Natalia approached Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked up, wiping her red lips with a napkin. Hearing Natalia call her "sis" gave Elizabeth goosebumps.
"Elizabeth, Mom told me a secret. About you."