"Have more if you like it. We'll continue with our work after you're done eating." Joel put the lunchbox in front of Vanessa. "Belinda likes you a lot. She's been talking about you for so many times and when she has the time to prepare lunch for me, she'll definitely make your portion too."
"Help me thank Belinda, okay?" Vanessa wanted to refuse, but Belinda's cooking was too good. It was even tastier than what she had eaten at restaurants. As the aroma rushed into her nostrils, Vanessa could no longer resist it.
Vanessa couldn't help but praise the food from the bottom of her heart. "Joel, you're really blessed to have a wife that cooks this well."
"Well, yeah, I'm indeed blessed." Joel didn't know what to say. Could he complain that he never wanted such blessing? It was really torturing to watch her eat but could not get to taste any of it.
"By the way, Joel, have you eaten your lunch?" The food was so good that Vanessa had only realised after a few mouthfuls that Joel wasn't eating.
"Yeah, I have. Well, you can take your time. I'll go back to the office to sort out the documents first." Joel returned to the office and came out after a while. "Vanessa, I've found the document I need. You don't have to reorganize it anymore."
"Oh, really?" Vanessa did not believe it, but she felt that Joel had no reasons to lie to her, so she said, "Please thank Belinda for me, okay? The food was really good."
"Okay, I'll make sure to tell her that." In fact, Joel wanted to say that his wife did not prepare the lunchbox. If Vanessa wanted to thank someone, she should thank Julien. However, Julien had not given him any further orders, so he didn't dare to reveal anything.
It was a busy afternoon. The busier Vanessa was, the faster time passed. In a blink of an eye, it was about time to get off work.
"Vanessa, it's the weekend tomorrow. Let's go out for dinner and do some shopping tonight." Queenie came over and invited Vanessa.
"Vanessa has someone more important to accompany at night, okay? She doesn't have the time to go out with you. Queenie, you'd better be more sensible." Another colleague named Lena Lesley said in a sarcastic tone.
Vanessa didn't want to go shopping with Queenie to begin with. Now that someone had said so, she simply replied, "Lena is right. I really have to accompany someone tonight."
Actually, Julien would not go over to her place every day. He would go there three times a week at most. Now that he had been to her place three times this week, he would probably spend time at home with his family during the weekends.
Julien never went to her house on a fixed schedule. Whether he was here or not, Vanessa could not never feel at ease. She was worried that he would come over to her place without any warning. If she failed to take good care of him, he would deduct her "hard-earned" pay. She would feel distressed if that really happened. Hence, she was always ready to welcome him.
The weekends were the only time that Vanessa could really let her hair down because she was sure that Julien would not come over to her place. After getting off work, Vanessa bought some desserts to fill her stomach. Then, she went to a yoga studio and had a private yoga session before going on the treadmill for another hour.
Vanessa felt particularly good after the workout. She went home at a brisk pace, and would even hum the latest pop songs from time to time.
Vanessa was starving right after the long workout session. Vanessa wanted to have a big meal, but eating too much would make her gain weight. She held back the urge to order a takeout, and made a fruit salad at home instead.
While Vanessa was eating, she suddenly heard the sound of the door knob turning. She was so startled that her body trembled. Burglars nowadays were really too bold. It was still early in the evening, and yet they had come to rob her home!
Vanessa immediately stood up and wanted to see the situation outside through the peephole. However, it seemed that the door was going to open very soon. She instantly picked up a stool and hid behind the door. If it were really a thief, she would definitely knock him out.
The door was opened, and the person who came in was not a thief, but Julien, who had never showed up at her house during the weekends.
Vanessa was glad that she didn't hit him. If she did, she would be dead now. She quickly put on a smile and said, "Hey, have you eaten your dinner?"
Julien noticed the salad dressing on the corner of her mouth. He frowned in disgust and went straight into the study without saying a word.
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