Belinda didn't sleep well that night. She had quite the shock that night and was still restless when sleeping. She tossed and turned in fright, tortured by nightmares. As a result, Duke didn't sleep well either. They didn't wake up until about noon the next day.
The injuries on her body still hurt a bit, but the burning pain had subsided considerably. Belinda had a meeting with the president of the YD Group today. Standing in the cloakroom, she contemplated on what to wear. It wasn't very convenient for her to wear her usual tight suits because of her wounds, so she chose a loose long dress with long sleeves. Luckily, it was autumn, so it wasn't odd for her to wear a long dress. She looked quite professional and elegant in her attire.
"Honey, take the pills." After breakfast, Belinda was about to leave the table when Duke stopped her. He handed her the pills that Tom had prescribed, holding a glass of water in his other hand.
"Thank you." Belinda accepted the pills with a frown. She hesitated for a moment before throwing the pills into her mouth. Before Duke could hand the water to her, she grabbed the glass, drank a mouthful of water and swallowed it along with the pills. It seemed that the fearless Belinda was afraid of taking medicine.
"You are afraid of taking medicine," Duke commented in astonishment, eyes wide in surprise. He hadn't noticed that before.
"No, I'm not! I just don't like the bitter taste," Belinda explained defensively. She handed the glass back to Duke, rolling her eyes at him.
"Is there a difference?" Duke asked in confusion, playing with the glass in his hand.
"Of course, there is! I'm not afraid of taking medicine. I just don't like the taste of some bitter pills. Do you understand now?" Belinda gave a pleasant smile. She knew that her logic didn't make sense, but she was reluctant to admit that she didn't like taking medicine.
"Bullshit. Do you want to cancel your appointment today?" Duke asked. He wasn't aware that his gaze was full of affection as he looked at her.
"Definitely not! My assistant Simon went to great pains to make the appointment with the president of YD Group possible." If she cancelled the appointment, all of Simon's efforts would be for nothing.
"Fine." Duke raised his wrist to check the time. "We have twenty minutes, that's just about enough time. I'll drive you there."
"I can drive myself there." Belinda knew that Duke was worried about her injuries, but she didn't feel like a delicate lady at all. She believed that she could drive on her own.
"Don't worry. I'm not coming in with you. I'll just wait for you in the car. You said it wouldn't take a long time, right?" Duke picked up his car keys. He had already decided to drive Belinda regardless of her protests.
"Don't you have to go to work today?" Duke had spent the afternoon in Belinda's office the day before. If he didn't go to work today, who would deal with the company matters for him?
"If the company is unable to operate without me, what do I hire my employees for?" Once Duke had made his decision, no one could change his mind. Belinda had no other option but to listen to him. They walked out of the house and went to the garage together.
Duke and Belinda arrived at Tender Whispers in the nick of time. Simon was standing at the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for her. Upon seeing Belinda, he immediately walked up to her with a relieved expression on his face.
"Boss, you're finally here! I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to make it. Holy shit! What happened to your hands?" Simon exclaimed worriedly when he noticed the injuries on her hands.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just fell down and scraped my hands on the ground yesterday. Don't worry about it. Let's go inside." They were pressed for time and Belinda didn't want to waste another moment on trivial things. The president of the YD Group had only thirty minutes for her, so she had to make the best use of the time.
"Alright. Be careful!" Simon stepped aside, making way for Belinda. She walked ahead and he followed behind her.
"Are all the documents ready?" Belinda asked while they made their way inside the restaurant. Although her injuries still hurt a little, it didn't affect her steady pace.
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