The CEO Bought Me

Chapter 4.1

“Oh okay. Do you have something to eat, Harold?”

"I want chicken adobo," Chicken adobo? Okay, good thing because chicken adobo is my specialty.

"Alright," I said, as I took the ingredients from the refrigerator.

When the chicken adobo was cooked, Harold and I ate together. He almost finished five cups of rice.

"It's good that you liked it." I smiled at him.

I thought of Mr. Shein. How can I do my wife's duties for him if he’s always busy?

"Where is my husband? I mean, do you know where he is? I'm planning to bring him his lunch later."

Harold coughed suddenly. I panicked and gave him water, telling him to eat slowly.

He looked at me after he finished drinking water, and I was waiting for his response, so he took a pen and paper and wrote again.

"You can't talk to him because he's too busy." Maybe he was told by Mr. Shein not to disturb him. But I'm sure he won't mind if I ask his friend to bring him lunch.

"Richmoon, perhaps? Can you call him?"

He frowned at what I said. What? What's wrong with that?

He wrote again.

"Why would you call him? Do you like him?" I stared at him, and he stared back. Why is he upset?

"Easy. I just want to ask him to bring Mr. Shein his lunch. It's my duty as his wife." HIs anger gradually disappeared from his face.

He wrote once more. "All right," I thanked him with a smile.

“Okay, eat more. I cooked a lot.”

I cleaned the mansion of Mr. Shein.

I ordered Harold to lift the heavy things for me. The interior design of my husband’s house is beautiful, but the outside? Nah! Let's not talk about it. There are many dead trees. It looked like a haunted mansion that’s why, the ambiance couldn’t fit to the beauty of his house.

I’ll ask Mr. Shein later if I can clean his yeard.

When it came time for lunch, I cooked again for us.

Harold was standing next to me, watching what I was doing. I’m currently preparing Mr. Sheins’ lunchbox. I made sure that its presentation wise.

I was about to finish when Harold poked me, and I turned to look at him. He immediately handed me a piece of paper on which he had written.

"Why are you making an effort to design that?" I read his letter. Is he referring to this food?

"For him to enjoy the food," I said. Just in time, Richmoon arrived.

"Hello Lorelay, hello H-" What Richmoon was about to say hung in the air when he saw Harold at my side. I turned to the person next to me and saw that he was only looking at Richmoon too. Okay, were they talking through their eyes?

"Oh, okay," Richmoon said while looking at us. What is going on?

"So, why did you call me Lady Lay?" Richmoon asked.

Seriously? Why are they calling me Lady Lay? It's so weird.

"Richmoon, don't call me Lady Lay. Just Lay, drop the lady." I saw him look at Harold and immediately stood up straight, half smiling.

I took the lunchbox and gave it to Richmoon. "Please give this to Mr. Shein. Harold said he's busy." When my hand touched his hand, he immediately backed away. The lunchbox almost fell.

I frowned at what he did. "I don't have a virus," I said.

"No, I mean, yeah, you're perfectly fine; sorry, I was just surprised," he said, returning his gaze to Harold. I saw sweat forming on his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly. I approached him and immediately put my hand on his forehead to check if he had a fever.

"Sweet Jesus!" He retreated immediately. This is too much.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? I don't have a transferable disease for God's sake!" I'm mad.

"I know. I'm sorry. Just don't come any closer." He said. What is happening to him?

"She approached me. Not me!" He said to Harold. When I looked at Harold, his face was dark as he looked at Richmoon and me.

"I'm leaving," Richmoon said as he dashed out in front of us, as if chasing someone. That's weird!

Harold accompanied me outside while I cleaned the entire house; I told him not to leave me alone, so he did nothing but followed me around.

"Please get your shovel, Harold; I'm going to dig the ground," I said.

He took the shovel and started digging.

"Harold, hold the hose first; I'll just put these tools away," I waited for him to get close enough to reach the hose.

He snatched the hose from my grips. When I turned around, I was stopped by the splash of water.

What the hell happened?

When I turned to him, I saw him looking at me with no emotion.