Chapter 138 The Missing Ring
Abraham wiped his hands, then started preparing the hotpot for Ste, watching her sulky little face.
He let out a low chuckle. “Don’t feel like <b>eating</b>?”
Ste looked at the pot, then at the bowl already filled with sauce, and nodded decisively. “I’ll eat.”
They’d already gone through all the motions of having soup–there was no way for her to back out of eating it now.
Besides, she hadn’t <b>eaten </b>much steak at lunch; she was getting hungry.
The smile at the corner of <b>Abraham’s </b>lips deepened as he ced a piece of freshly cooked beef into her small bowl.
Ste picked it up and shoved it into her mouth, biting <b>down </b><b>hard</b>. From the way she was grinding her teeth, it was obvious she was taking out her frustration on the <b>meal</b><b>. </b>
But the moment she tasted the vor, her sulky expression melted away. “It’s actually pretty good.”
The <b>seasoning</b>, especially, was something else.
Abraham asked, “Good?”
Ste nodded. “Yeah<b>, </b><b>it’s </b>good–really good.”
The disappointment <b>vanished </b>from her facepletely. For the first time, she realized that soup without spice could actually taste pretty great too,
The mood at the table instantly became warm and rxed.
Meanwhile, all the way over at the Parker Group, Louis had just stepped into his office from the conference room when he suddenly shivered out of nowhere.
He turned to Valery <b>and </b><b>said</b>, “Turn up the heat. <b>This </b>damn weather’s getting colder by the <b>day</b>.”
Valery looked confused. “Cold?”
She didn’t feel anything at all.
Louis <b>nced </b>at her <b>thin </b>business outfit. “You’re not cold?
Valery replied, “I’m fine. Maybe <b>you’ve </b><b>caught </b>a cold, Mr. Louis?”
She genuinely didn’t feel cold–the office heating was on a constant setting. Where was the chilling from?
Louis tossed out, “I don’t <b>catch </b>colds.”
Valery nodded, dropping the subject. Fine, if he <b>said </b>he never caught colds, then so be it.
She turned to sort through the files that had just been delivered.
<b>Louis </b>sat down in <b>his </b>office chair, <b>but </b>before he could rx, his phone buzzed nonstop. He nced at it–it <b>was </b>Alex.
“Did you take care of that ring?”
“It’s done. I’ll <b>have </b>someone bring it over to you tomorrow?
As he spoke, Louis reached into the pocket of his suit jacket–only to find it empty,
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