Chapter 260
The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife
Abigail bowed twice in a row and eagerly walked back to the bedside. âIâm sorry, Mr. Smith! Iâve slept on the bedsheets and duvet cover. You probably donât like that, right?â
Patrick seemed to understand her meaning and got up from the bed.
âIâm really sorry for disturbing youâ¦â She said as she walked over to the side of the bed.
While continuing to apologize like she was reciting a sutra, she quickly gathered the bedsheets and duvet cover, then bowed and retreated.
Patrick looked at the empty bed that had been occupied just moments ago and smiled helplessly. He took out a spare quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the bed himself.
In just a few minutes, the girl had said âsorryâ fifteen times and bowed twelve times!
Why did she seem so silly and cute?
This girl was quite interesting.
In the early morning, soft sunlight shane through the thin floor to ceiling windows, casting a gentle glow on the minimalistâstyle bed in the bedroom.
When Eder woke up, he saw that Grace was already awake, leaning against the head of the bed.
playing with her phone, looking unusually focused.
He was a bit puzzled. âPlaying with your phone early in the morning? Have you become addicted recently?â
âNo, Iâm buying something for you.â
Grace was actually buying him a gift? This time, it should be something normal, right?
âWhat are you lying? Let me see.â
Grace glanced at him with the corner of her eyes and didnât find anything inappropriate about his request so she casually explained, âJust some vitamins that make man strong, andâ¦â
Make man strong?
The more Eder listened, the more he found it strange, and he looked at her with a dark and intense gaze. âWhy are you buying these things? Am I not enough to satisfy you?â
âNo, no, no!â
Grace shook her head like a rattle drum. âEd, you are amazing, but last night you said you could do at least three hundred one handed pushâups, but you couldnât even do a hundredâ¦â
Was she draining him lately?
Was he physically weak?
That was a big problem. She had to buy more kidneyâtonifying medicine and make some soup for him to take good care of his body!
Eder looked at her in shock.
He couldnât do a hundred? Couldnât do it! Couldnât!
The thing he was most proud of, after one night, was actually being questioned by the woman he loved the most!
As a man, his selfâesteem was deeply hurt!
It was like a calm lake suddenly being stirred by a monstrous wave, The flames of anger roared and clamoured in his chest.
It was fiercer than the atomic bombs that bombed the Pacific Ocean!
âGrace. I refuse to accept this, Iâll let you see once again whether I can do it or not!â
âEd! Wait! Ed!!â
Grace struggled in vain and she suddenly felt very regretful!
Patrick was awakened by the smell of food wafting in from outside the window.
The smell of fried eggs.
Was Abigail cooking in the kitchen?
He got up, washed up, and changed into his suit. Then he leisurely went downstairs.
A figure was seen bustling in and out of the kitchen, and the dining table was already set with hot milk, toasted bread, fried eggs, and fruits.
Abigall served two bowls of shredded chicken congee, and when she came out, she met Patrickâs gaze.
âMr. Smith, good morning.â She said with a beaming smile.
She placed the bowls of congee on the table and took the initiative to pull out the chair for him. âI donât know if my cooking suits your taste. Why donât you try it?â
Patrick had intended to go to his fatherâs place to have breakfast, but looking at Abigailâs harmless and innocent smile, his long legs moved involuntarily, and he took a seat.
The shredded chicken congee was cooked to a soft and sticky texture, and the eggs were perfectly fried. It unexpectedly tasted delicious.
âYou didnât have to do all this. If you want to stay here for a while, I can arrange for two maids to take care of you.â
Abigail was slightly surprised, her face filled with gratitude and surprise. âThank you, Mr. Smith, but Iâve already caused you enough trouble by staying here. Iâm good at doing housework and cooking. so I have to do something to feel balanced.â
Patrick looked at her sincere and determined expression and didnât say anything further.
After finishing the meal, instead of immediately leaving, Patrick took the chance and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper.
kitch When Abigail finished tidying up the kitchen and was ready to leave, he spoke, âYou have a magazine cover shoot at Bana today?â
âYes, how did you know?â Abigail held her bag tighter, feeling a bit awkward standing there. Patrick put down the newspaper. âI just checked your schedule. Come on, Iâll give you a ride?â
âOh? Yourdonât have to trouble yourself, Mr. Smith. I can walk down the mountain by myself. The managerâs assistantâs car will be waiting for me at the foot of the mountain.â
He immediately got up, his handsome features exuding warmth. In a low and steady voice, he said, âI also have to go out. Iâm just giving you a ride on the way. You can transfer to the assistantâs car at the foot of the mountain.â
âThen⦠Thank you, Mr. Smith.â Abigail said seeing that he was adamant in dropping her off.
Galen Mountain was quite large, and the driveway ran around the mountain. It would take at least 17:12 The Milluire atel an hour to walk down the mountain.
Will At the bottom of the mountain, Abigail bowed respectfully again. âThank you for giving me a ride.
you come back for dinner tonight? I can prepare dinner for you in advance. I feel like I owe you something if I donât compensate.â
Patrick looked at her as she started to bow again.
He frowned and wanted to say that he was just sending her off that she didnât need to take it to heart, but he didnât know how to say it.
He had investigated Tristan Barrowâs cheating matter this morning, but he felt sorry for a pure and kind girl like Abigail who was hurt by such a scumbag.
âOkay, you can cook if you want. Iâll probably finish my work by seven in the afternoon at the latest.â
âOkay, Mr. Smith, walk slowly.â She said, bowing again.
When Patrick saw it, he silently rolled up the car window without saying anything.
The assistant, Alex, glanced at his Bossâs face.
âYoung Master, donât you still have embassy assignments this afternoon? Can you be back at 7:30?â
Patrick had forgotten about this. Then notify the embassy and tell them that I have something to do in the evening, so they can either hold it earlier or change the date.â
Why didnât you just inform Miss Abigail that you wouldnât be available for the dinner?
His assistant, Alex, glanced at his bossâs expression in the rearview mirror and smirked. âIt seems that the young master holds a special place for Miss Abigailâ
Patrick gave him a side glance, his tone indifferent. âSheâs a good friend of Graceâs. She helped her a lot before when they were at the orphanage. She treats Grace well, so Iâll take care of her a bit.â
âI see.â Alex nodded thoughtfully After Patrick left, Abigail quickly got into the assistantâs car and departed, not noticing a swift figure passing by on the corner across the street.
The Grant Group.
Eric entered the office with a data booklet and knocked on the door, Upon entering, he saw his boss sitting in front of the desk, lost in thought while staring at his right hand.
âBoss, what are you looking at?â
In front of Eric, Eder didnât shy away. âLately, Iâve been feeling something off with my body. It seems like my physical strength has really declined compared to before.â
âReally?â
Eric immediately put down the data booklet seriously and sat in the chair opposite him, observing his complexion and mental state.
âHave you been active with Grace recently?â
âWe were together the night before last and last night, and this morning.â
Eric swallowed nervously.
This⦠quite hardworking!
He looked at his boss, who had slight dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep. âBoss, are you feeling drained? Are you being emptied out by Miss Grace?â