The poor Billionaire novel (Ethan) novel Chapter 36
The rest of the journey was silent and smooth. When they arrived at Zoria Community, Laila looked out of the window and then turned to look at Horace. She blushed again. After plucking up the courage, she said, "Horace, why did you ignore me throughout the journey? Humph! Anyway, thank you for all you did today."
"What?" The sound of Laila's voice jolted Horace back to reality. He looked at her and stammered, "Laila, I... I didn't know what to say."
The bumping of their bodies and how she quickly broke free from his embrace made the atmosphere awkward. He didn't know how to break the silence, so he had just sat there in a daze. Although he had dated Amaia for a year, they hadn't been intimate. They never kissed throughout their relationship. Thus, he was still an amateur in relationship matters.
"Humph!" Laila snorted and warned, "Your silence hurt me. If you do this again, I won't talk to you anymore."
She then got off the car and trotted away.
"What happened?" Some thoughts flooded Horace's mind as he stared at her receding figure. 'How did my silence hurt her? Laila doesn't have a crush on me, does she? Why was she a little upset? Why did she threaten me? Phew! It's really hard to read a girl's mind.'
The taxi driver slightly shook his head in disappointment when he saw Horace's confused face through the rearview mirror. 'What's wrong with this young man? In my many years of being a taxi driver, this is the first time I'm driving a man as foolish as this one. That beautiful young lady was trying to express her love for him indirectly, but he just ignored it. How can a man be this dumb? Is he really stupid or just pretending like he didn't see the hints?'
"Alas!" the taxi driver sighed and waved off all the thoughts clouding his mind. He just sped straight to the Rinas Infirmary.
The car halted in front of the hospital about ten minutes later. Horace went straight to his mother's ward and met Cara taking care of her.
'Well, not bad,' he commended Cara's good work inwardly. He then called out, "Mom."
When Caylee heard her son's voice, she looked up at him happily and said, "Horace, you are back! Did you enjoy your evening? How was the class reunion?"
"It was fine." The details of today's event were mostly not pleasant, so Horace didn't want to tell her. He muddled through her questions and put down the big bags in his hands.
Afterward, he asked Cara, "Have you had anything to eat?"
"No, Mr. Warren." Cara shook her head. In a bid to butter up Horace, she didn't leave Caylee's side to have dinner. She was scared that he would arrive while she was away and then conclude that she didn't do her job well.
"Then have dinner with my mother," Horace said casually.
"Oh! Is that okay, Mr. Warren?" Cara was so stunned by his invitation that she couldn't help questioning him in disbelief. Horace's status was incomparably noble, and so was his mother's. As a private nurse, she felt that she was no more than a maid in their eyes. She had thought the rich would look at her with disdain and never considered her worthy of eating at their table. What she didn't know until now was that Horace was different.
Her heart leaped with joy. It was a great honor to dine with such noble people.
Cara was tingling with excitement at this moment. When she saw Horace unzipping the big takeout bag, she hurried forward and said, "Mr. Warren, please let me do it."
She took it from him before he could refuse.
In the bag, the takeout was in three boxes. These were more than enough for Cara and Caylee. There were also six desserts.
With the three takeout boxes in front of her, Cara sniffed the pleasant aroma and remarked, "It smells so good. Mr. Warren, what is it? From the tantalizing aroma, I can tell it's very delicious."
"This is the Lake Hotel's special dish called Lake Pot. You are right. It's very delicious. It can be placed on the same level with the food I brought back from the Sea Pavilion yesterday,"
Horace answered her casually.
The Lake Pot was top on the Lake Hotel's menu, so there was no way it would be inferior to the regular meals of the Sea Pavilion. If it wasn't a culinary masterpiece, the hotel would have closed down long ago.
"What?" Cara was shocked to hear what he said. With her eyes opened wide, she asked, "Mr. Warren, the food you brought back yesterday was from the Sea Pavilion? Wow! I missed such a golden opportunity. If I had known, I would have tasted it!"
At the thought of how she had downgraded the food, her heart ached.
Cara was plus-size because she was a foodie.
Tasting the Sea Pavilion food was the number one dream of every foodie in Rinas. She couldn't afford to go there because she wasn't rich. However, the food had once been right under her nose. It pained her that she didn't have a taste.
"Well, Cara, I had no idea that you like the Sea Pavilion food so much. Don't worry. I'll pack some for you next time." Horace found Cara's greedy and regretful look very funny. He had never seen someone so sad because of food. Since he wasn't a foodie, he couldn't understand her disappointment.
"Okay, that would be great! Thank you, Mr. Warren!" Cara instantly became excited when she heard his promise.
Just when she was about to open the dessert bag, the inscription on it startled her. She stopped and exclaimed, "Mr. Warren, did you buy these desserts from Vloni Bakery? Ah! It's my favorite bakery. I love to eat their desserts, but they cost an arm. I can only afford a small dessert once a month. Are these six packs of desserts I see? You bought all of them at once. Wow! You are indeed a rich man. Mr. Warren, I really admire you!"
"Oh! The desserts in that shop are very expensive?" While Horace was at the cake shop, he had only looked at the different cake prices. He didn't check out the desserts, so he didn't know how much they cost. With a shrug, he added, "Uncle Farris bought the dessert for me. Feel free to satisfy your cravings. You are so lucky today!"
"I'm so happy, Mr. Warren!" The sight of all the delicious foods almost made Cara cry out with excitement. She also began to salivate.
'Ha-ha! Who would have thought that this sharp-tongued and snobbish nurse would turn into an innocent child at the sight of food? I guess every adult has an inner child!' Horace thought amusingly as he stared at her.
If Cara could read his mind at this moment, she would definitely disagree with displeasure. After all, no twenty-eight-year-old woman wanted to be likened to a child.
Meanwhile, Caylee had been watching the scene. She smiled and said, "Cara, you have been taking care of me for the whole night. You must be tired. You should eat more. I don't eat much, anyway."
When Cara heard this, she was moved. She realized that there were still good people in the world. She said respectfully, "Madam Potter, please eat first."
"Okay!" Judging from her countenance, Caylee deduced that if she didn't eat first, Cara wouldn't.
Hence, she picked up a piece of dessert and began to eat.
"Let's dig in!" Cara shouted excitedly after Caylee took the first bite. She wolfed down the Lake Pot and munched the desserts happily.
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