Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Compromise

Jonathan looked at her and laughed out loud. After a while, he arched his brow and smiled, "I'll

make an

appointment and come to learn more about Redeur with Suecy.” Till she heard that, she finally

rested her anxious mind at ease. Jonathan relented, which meant that her effort

was not for nothing. Out of the racing club, lier legs still felt weak. She went back to the office and

barely had

anything for lunch. She lay prone on her desk for over an hour and gradually got her spirit back. The

race in

the morning made her sick for the rest of the day. Emma came back from lunch and asked her,

"Lucia, are you really not going to eat anything? I have

sandwiches here. Would you like..." Lucia weakly shook her head. "It's okay. I have no appetite.”

Emma advised her several times, but she was determined not to eat anything. In the end, the girl

had to give

up. From the elevator, a lithe figure came out with a large thermos box in her hand. Jeanne headed

towards

August's office. The memories of the humiliation last night came flooding back. She gripped the

handle of the

box, feeling reluctant and annoyed. By the time she reached the President's Office, however, the bad

feeling

was instantly gone. She put on a smile and knocked on the door. She had thought that August

would come over to coax her, but he

hadn't done anything. Fearing that it would draw them apart, she asked the maid to stew some fish

soup and

came over to make peace. She would rather swallow her pride than give other women any chance.

She thought to herself, felt better, and knocked again. The man's voice came out. Jeanne heaved a

sigh of relief,

pushed open the door, and went in. A smile immediately appeared on her face.

"August, are you busy? I asked the chef to make some fish soup for you.” August looked up from

the documents. His eyes dimmed when he found it was her. He had thought she would

be mad at him for a couple of days. To his surprise, she came over so soon. Jeanne went to the sofa,

put the lunchbox down, and pouted. "Come here. Fearing it would get cold, I brought it

over as soon as it was ready.” August cocked his brows, hesitated for a moment, and then went

over. Since Jeanne had given in, he had no

inore reason to give her attitude. Jeanne divided the fish soup, pushed one portion to him, and said

excitedly.

"Have a try." August picked up the steaming soup and had a sip. His brows were unknitted a little.

He liked the fish soup,

especially when he was in a bad mood. "How does it taste? Good?" Jeanne asked, her eyes

twinkling.

August nodded. "Not bad.”

At the very least, it was better than that cooked by Lucia. He thought of that woman unwittingly.

Two seconds

later, he realized it and frowned. Unaware of it, Jeanne looked at him and blinked, "If you like it, I'll

bring it over every day.” "You don't have to trouble yourself." August's face softened, and he said in

a gentle voice, "That's too much

work."

Jeanne blushed and lowered her head. After a while, she reached out, held onto his arm, and

apologized in a

sweet voice, "August... it was really not my intention yesterday."

August paused and whispered, "It's okay.” She pressed, "You're not mad anymore? August shook his

head and forced a smile. "I'm not mad at all."

Relieved to hear that, Jeanne held his arm and gave a sweel smile. She looked down and saw the

other bowl of

fish soup. She remchubered something and quickly said, "By the way, the other bowl is for Lucia.

Call her over

to have the soup.” While speaking, she observed Aurust's expression. A hint of coldness crossed his

face, and then his indifferent

voice rang out. "Since you want to share with her, I can call her over."

Jeanne shook his arm and said, "We're friends! Give lier a call, or the soup will be wasted.” After a

moment of hesitation, August called in Burton and asked the man to call Lucia. In the office of the

administration department, Lucia felt better when a notice came from Burton. Her heart

tightened. She took a deep breath and got up. As soon as she reached the President's Office, the

chuckle of a

woman came out. She knocked on the door and went in. As expected, Jeanne and August were seen

sitting on

the sofa.

It made her uncomfortable. They could be lovey-dovey as they liked. What was she called over for?

Despite her

annoyance, she went over and asked in a soft voice, "Mr. Adams, what can I do for you?" Before

August could say anything, Jeanne smiled and beckoned to hier. "Lucia, come here. I brought fish

soup

for you. Come and have a try." Only then did Lucia notice the fish soup on the coffee table. She

smiled politely at Jeanne and declined,

"Thanks, but I've had lunch.”

Jeanne urged her, “Try it! I brought this just for you.”

Unsure how to refuse, she looked at August. Cold as ever, the man glanced at her and said blandly, It's a token

of Jeanne's regard. Out of courtesy, you should try it.” Lucia took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and forced a smile.

“Okay, Il try it.” She picked up the bowl. When the soup was sent to her mouth, the fishy smell made her sick. She

forced herself

to have a sip, but her throat tightened as nausea got the better of her. She lurched and almost spat it out. Jeanne and

August were surprised by her reaction. Lucia took a deep breath to fight back her sickness. In an

apologetic way, she smiled at them, “Sorry, I'm not feeling myself today.”

August's eyes flickered, and his lips were pursed into a line. He swallowed back the words that came to his

tongue. Jeanne slightly changed color. Her eyes glinted with coldness.

August then said in a deep voice, “Such being the case, enough for the soup and go." Much relieved, Lucia bowed to lim

and exited the office. Jeanne's face fell. Her eyes turned cold as she stared at

Lucia. She had tasted the soup too. It was not so fishy. Was Lucia hiding something?