Chapter 76: Chapter 76

Anna Thornton kindly fed him, but unexpectedly President Sterling criticized, "This is chicken soup I’ve simmered for more than three hours, following Aunt Murray’s exact instructions, your Sterling Family’s exclusive recipe. I think it’s because you’ve had surgery that you can’t taste properly and then slander my soup as bad!"

President Sterling didn’t know what went wrong when Aunt Murray relayed the recipe, but he knew this was definitely not any Sterling Family chicken soup recipe. It tasted worlds apart from what he remembered, and it could hardly be called soup.

To be honest, if President Sterling weren’t naturally composed, anyone else drinking this soup would jump out of bed, even a paralyzed patient would muster the strength to go to the bathroom to vomit.

President Sterling didn’t puke because his upbringing and character wouldn’t allow him to do something so unseemly, but it couldn’t stop his complexion from turning slightly pale after drinking the soup.

If it weren’t for Anna Thornton’s genuine expression, he would even suspect she was trying to poison him.

"Why don’t you try some yourself?"

Seeing her disbelief, President Sterling grabbed the spoon and scooped another spoonful of chicken soup, personally feeding it to Anna Thornton’s lips.

"No way, you’ve used that spoon," Anna Thornton retreated a bit, pursing her lips in refusal.

"Stop making excuses, do you really care about that?"

Four years ago they had done everything together, and kissing multiple times upon meeting again after four years, Anna Thornton always shouted she wanted to marry him. Yet now she suddenly became conscious about saliva?

President Sterling moved the spoonful of chicken soup closer, almost wanting to use force to pry open a gap in this woman’s mouth, "Didn’t you say it was lovingly simmered? Why wouldn’t you dare to drink it yourself?"

Anna Thornton wasn’t stupid. Though she always had a mysterious confidence in her cooking, seeing President Sterling’s expression hinting at mischief, she wasn’t about to open her mouth.

"If you don’t drink it, it proves you made the soup on purpose to trick me. Great, I just d marrows and you’re pulling pranks, looks like you plan to pay the medical fees yourself?"

"Weren’t the medical fees supposed to be your responsibility...uh!"

Anna Thornton was just about to argue, saying they’d agreed with her watching over his surgery, medical fees would be borne by President Sterling. The source of this content ɪs n0velfire.net

It turned out the medical fees weren’t the main point. President Sterling brought it up deliberately, just to provoke her to open her mouth and sneakily shove the spoonful of culinary disaster into her mouth.

Actually using tactics she had used against herself?

Luckily, Anna Thornton managed to close her mouth in time, avoiding drinking it.

But she knocked over the spoon, inevitably spilling the chicken soup on her dress.

"Ah!" Anna Thornton exclaimed, almost jumping up, "What are you doing, you’ve dirtied my dress!"

This dress was a limited edition Chanel, though not newly released this season, it was still expensive.

So after abandoning the foreign market to come back to China, having not received any offers or had clout, let alone fashion resources, she could only rely on previous sponsorships to put on a show.

Moreover, such a dress couldn’t be washed; if stained, it had to be discarded. It was hard enough to get sponsored, with only three dresses in total, now one was ruined.

"Blame yourself for dodging!" President Sterling still shifted responsibility at this moment.

Earlier, when the same situation happened to him, Anna Thornton had at least offered to help wash it.

Thinking about it more, Anna Thornton got angrier. She crouched down to pick up the spoon, conveniently covering the lid of the thermos cup preparing to collect it.

"Believe it or not, this soup was Aunt Murray’s request to express her sentiment towards you. If not for Aunt Murray, do you think I’d have the time to spend three hours cooking soup for you? Do you know how rare it is for me to cook?"

"Then keep maintaining that rarity." President Sterling advised sincerely.

Anna Thornton didn’t want to talk to this person anymore, glared at him and turned to leave.

President Sterling saw her about to take the thermos jug away and couldn’t help but ask, "Where are you taking the soup?"

"Wasn’t it for me? Since it’s for me, leave it here!"

"You’re not drinking it, so why keep it?" Anna Thornton paused, turned back to ask him.

Originally thinking there would be some form of regret, who knew President Sterling would say, "I’m afraid of your lack of self-awareness. Giving it to Pop would harm her."

Anna Thornton: "...Damn!"

This time Anna Thornton really stormed off, although she did leave the thermos cup behind.

President Sterling watched her infuriated by him, before Anna Thornton left the ward, he proactively offered an olive branch of reconciliation, "Your skirt is dirty, I can compensate."

But Anna Thornton didn’t accept it, "Who cares, hmph!"

President Sterling was discharged three days after the surgery.

The hospital had suggested resting for a couple more days, but he insisted on being discharged early due to his body being robust.

After all, missing so many days, for President Sterling who regards company management as extremely important, what’s more uncomfortable than missing earning money?

On the day of President Sterling’s discharge, he called Ethan to drive over from the company to pick him up.

Anna Thornton, who had argued with him the past couple of days, heard he was leaving and still prepared to see him off, after all, she was always magnanimous.

Of course, it wasn’t really about being magnanimous, mainly because she’d heard the hospital bill hadn’t been deducted from President Sterling’s account yet, she needed to remind him occasionally.

Coincidentally, meeting Ethan who was helping President Sterling tidy the ward at the door, Anna Thornton proactively greeted him, "Hi, handsome!"

Anna Thornton’s looks were stunning and charming. Her smile was something that average men couldn’t resist, especially when complimented as handsome.

Ethan caught her eye for a moment, his ears couldn’t help but redden, "Hello, Miss Thornton."

Just a simple exchange, Ethan was flattered, but soon turned to face President Sterling’s seeming cold and vaguely dangerous vibe. He wisely moved aside so as not to obstruct the bright bulb.

President Sterling was standing right behind Ethan, taller by half a head. Anna Thornton managed to ignore him and greeted Ethan first.

Seeing President Sterling’s gloomy expression, Anna Thornton finally made up for it by greeting him, "Hi, President Sterling."

"Hmm." President Sterling replied coldly.

"Since you’re about to be discharged, can I add you on WeChat?" Anna Thornton took the initiative, "So in future if you can’t come to the hospital often, I can send photos of Pop’s situation to you. Right now, I only have your phone number, sending photos via email is rather troublesome, it’s best to add you on WeChat. ...Unless you don’t care about the child’s situation, then forget it."

"Hold on!" Surprisingly, President Sterling didn’t refuse but directly pulled out his phone.

But Ethan remembered, President Sterling never used WeChat.

Indeed, when he checked back, Ethan from his angle could see President Sterling opening the app market, downloading WeChat temporarily, and starting to register an account...