Chapter 155: Chapter 155
"Marilyn, actually, we can stay here one more day before heading back to Aethelgard, there are tickets available tomorrow. Why go out of your way to another city’s airport? We’ve been rushing around all day just to catch a flight back to Aethelgard, it’s exhausting!"
"We can’t wait until tomorrow, the longer we wait the more uncertain the situation becomes, I just feel that continuing to wait isn’t a good thing."
Marilyn Ford has a sense of foreboding that started spreading inside her since last night. Follow current novels on novel{f}ire.net
She’s worried that if she returns any later, certain people and things might not be under her control anymore.
"It’s all your fault for insisting I come to this film festival! Conrad is definitely mad at me, I couldn’t even reach him when I called today."
Sharon Langley bore the brunt of her complaint without daring to make a sound.
"Anna Thornton may not be as accomplished as I am in her career, but she has spent much more effort on men than I have. When she overshadowed me at the birthday party, wasn’t that lesson enough? Do you think she really could afford a million-dollar dress on her own?"
"Marilyn, are you suggesting President Sterling..."
"Whether or not it’s true, suggesting I leave Conrad for a few days now undeniably gives another woman a chance!"
The decision to attend the film festival in the south was also Marilyn Ford’s.
Sharon Langley had guessed her true intentions before daring to propose. Having worked as an agent beside The Eldest Miss Ford for so long, part of the job is knowing how to read the situation and offering a way out at the right time.
It also includes taking the blame for her artist at the right moment.
"It’s my fault for not seeing it, I thought that Anna Thornton wasn’t President Sterling’s type, she falls way short compared to you. A woman who had a child at such a young age, there’s no way President Sterling would be serious about her. After all, President Sterling is quite a germaphobe, he never uses anything that others have used."
Sharon Langley was unaware that the child Anna Thornton gave birth to is actually Conrad Sterling’s.
Seeing Marilyn Ford still frowning, she instructed the flight attendant to bring a blanket over.
"Marilyn, why don’t you catch some sleep? We’ve got two hours of flight ahead before we reach Aethelgard."
"I can’t sleep! I need to think thoroughly about how I should face Conrad two hours later."
"Then why don’t you eat something, let’s think while eating."
"Conrad Sterling, bring me more tripe, and also, also... duck intestines, those are delicious."
At the hotpot restaurant, Anna Thornton was giving commands with her arms folded while Conrad Sterling personally cooked for her.
At the same time, he was responsible for picking out all the green Sichuan peppercorn that Anna Thornton wouldn’t eat, from the sauce.
After all, he had thrown Anna Thornton into the swimming pool that afternoon.
Anna Thornton took two sips of water and was upset, under these circumstances it gave President Sterling a chance to make amends.
"Hurry up, did you get all the peppercorn out?"
"Conrad, the pot is about to boil, if the tripe cooks too long, it won’t taste good!"
This hotpot place offers authentic Serrano flavors, it’s especially difficult to pick out the peppercorn in the sauce.
Conrad Sterling’s patience was running out, close to the point where he wanted to put his chopsticks down: "If you don’t eat peppercorn, why not just ask them not to add it?"
"That’s not possible! I want the fragrant aroma of peppercorn in the sauce but dislike accidentally biting into them; President Sterling, aren’t you someone with a refined palate? And you don’t know the difference?"
Anna Thornton deservedly looked at Conrad Sterling as if to say that he was finally getting his due. All those times he was picky and fussing over the family chef, now he was finally experiencing what it felt like to be fussed over.
Conrad Sterling kept a straight face, picked out the last peppercorn from Anna Thornton’s sauce dish, and took two pieces of perfectly cooked tripe from the bubbling red soup, putting them into the sauce dish and handed it to her.
Anna Thornton eagerly took them, using her chopsticks to put them in her mouth.
Eating too hastily, she was burnt but simultaneously very satisfied: "This is the taste, the domestic hotpot flavor is authentic. So good!"
Pop was too young to eat hotpot.
Anna Thornton ordered mashed potatoes for her instead, the little one enjoyed eating with her own spoon.
As for Conrad Sterling, he didn’t care much for hotpot.
Because most ingredients in hotpot were animal innards, which were exactly the opposite of his preference.
Having no one to eat with was boring, Anna Thornton was continually trying to persuade him to taste it: "Just try a little bit, hotpot is really excellent. I’m not lying to you, Conrad Sterling, missing it is your loss."
No matter what she said, the man remained unmoved: "I can afford that loss! Besides, the meat in this kind of place is usually not fresh, you should eat less too."
"President Sterling, you know? If a person lives perfectly from start to finish, he loses life’s pleasures. You need to learn to deceive yourself, ’a little grime, eating doesn’t harm’; duck intestines, if taken care of, goes in."
While saying this, Conrad Sterling didn’t resist so much anymore facing the fatty beef Anna Thornton placed into his bowl.
"Try a bite, I won’t force you if you don’t like it. This is personally cooked by me, don’t waste my sentiment. Be good!"
Anna Thornton fed it to Conrad Sterling, and after some weak resistance, he finally opened his mouth.
"How was it, does it taste good?"
Anna Thornton watched as he initially frowned, but his expression noticeably softened after tasting it.
"Compared to the chicken soup you personally made, indeed it’s tastier!"
"Hmph, just being tough, Conrad Sterling. Criticize my chicken soup? Then why did you secretly keep the dumplings I wrapped?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Granny Chandler told me that during the Dragon Boat Festival, you took my bunny-ear dumplings from the ’Food and Love’ program group, kept them at home without eating, and wouldn’t throw them away even after they went moldy. When she disposed of them by accident, you got really angry."
Conrad Sterling continued with his cooking, adding a slice of lotus root into his bowl, avoiding Anna Thornton’s interrogation.
Anna Thornton slyly laughed: "Keep pretending, you keep pretending!"
After nearly two hours of eating hotpot.
Originally, to fulfill Pop’s wish to celebrate Children’s Day, Anna Thornton suggested visiting the nearby amusement park together.
Going at night would allow them to enjoy without drawing attention.
However, the unpredictable weather turned into a light rain.
Worried the child would get wet, Anna Thornton could only let Pop look at the amusement park’s Ferris wheel through the car window, promising to take her next time.
"Pop, is the Ferris wheel pretty?"
"That’s not the prettiest one, you know. Mommy saw the world’s prettiest Ferris wheel at eighteen, in our hometown, built specially for mommy by your grandpa."
Upon hearing this, little Pop tilted her head curiously at mommy from her embrace.
Conrad Sterling also turned back to look at Anna Thornton.
"So, President Sterling, do you have any opinions?"
"By the way, today’s date is ending soon, doesn’t someone have anything left to say?"
Conrad Sterling drove back to the Sterling Residence, Pop had already fallen asleep in the car.
All the way Anna Thornton had been reminding him to make sure to confess his feelings before leaving, she had quite a few people lined up, without a proper relationship status he wouldn’t get a date number for next time.
However, as soon as they stepped into the house one after the other, Granny Chandler greeted them hesitantly: "President Sterling..."
Granny Chandler’s expression wasn’t quite natural, looking back at Anna Thornton behind Conrad Sterling, she said, "President Sterling, Miss Ford has returned; she came here looking for you just now."