Love Between A Cook And A Doctor novel Chapter 3

The man was also stunned. Apparently, he also recognized her.

Compared to the man she had seen in the hospital, the man she saw today looked bookish and closed-off. However, she knew well about his icy features.

She still remembered the man's name, Jacob Nelson.

Jacob slowly walked towards her. Just as he was about to brush past her, a playful smile threaded across the corner of her lips. "Dr. Jacob," she greeted. "Long time no see."

It was obviously not a long time since they just met last night.

He stopped. "I don't know you."

Cherry didn't get angry. Instead, she hiked up her dress slightly to show him her milky things. The red spots were still visible, but they were already fading because of the ointment.

"I have no need of that," he said bluntly.

Her mind went blank for a while. It took her a few minutes to realize what he had taken her for.

"I'm not that kind of person–"

The door behind her opened.

The drunken chief editor stumbled out and held her in his arms. His eyes wandered over her figure. "Have you finish the phone call?" he drawled. "Let's talk, Miss Cherry. Otherwise, how could we solve the problem that you've brought up."

The old man was already approaching fifty years old. He had a very visible beer belly, and his hairline was already receding. As his arms wrapped around the young woman, anyone would misunderstand their relationship.

Understanding flashed in his eyes. Jacob waved his hand. "Go ahead with your business," he stated.

It wasn't as if he needed this type of woman.

His lips curled as he walked into the room next to theirs.

Cherry fumed.

However, the old man didn't seem to notice. Instead, he rubbed his hand over her smooth shoulder.

"Let's go inside first." Knowing that she had no other choice, she forced a smile into her face.

When they entered the room, the grievance in her eyes slowly dissipated upon looking at the man before her.

She placed a card in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows as his hand wandered around his enlarged stomach. "I can see how much your company dotes on the young star, but you should know how troublesome he could be with the press." He snorted and waved his hand. "If I withdraw the news, would you join me for–"

"Jonny only gave me ten minutes. You know how willful he could be." Cherry sighed dejectedly and placed her hands on her knees, making sure to avoid brushing up against him. "I may not be free tonight, but I'm a hundred percent sure you'll appreciate an exclusive interview for the promotion of Jonny's new movie more."

The chief editor cocked up an eyebrow. His eyes glinted in interest. "Exclusive?"

"Absolutely. You arrange the time, and he'll be there. Let's make a deal," she said flatly. "Besides, it will be good for you and your newspapers, if he's on the front page, am I right?"

The old man chuckled. "I could assume from his previous escapades that the man doesn't like interviews too much. How can you assure me that he'd be there?"

Her expression remained unchanged. "He'll be there. I give my word."

"Okay." The chief editor sighed regretfully. "What a pity, Miss Cherry, and here I thought I'll have a chance with you."

"A pity indeed. Ten minutes has passed." She grabbed her handbag and glanced at her watch with a sigh. "I guess I better get going. Thank you, Sir."

Watching her slim figure, the chief editor leaned against the back of his chair. "When can you go on a date with me?" he called out softly.

Although his voice was soft, she heard it loud and clear.

But she didn't dare look back.

The man was like a tiger. if she wasn't careful, she'd get bitten.

Just as Cherry walked out of the room, the people next to that room happened to come out as well.

It seemed that the man was on his way to pay the bill just then.

Holding his mother's hand, Jacob carefully helped her out of the restaurant.

"You do know that I'm not that old. You don't have to assist me like this," the middle-aged woman beside him complained.

Although she was a proud mother of four children, time had been kind to her. Her face still looked like a woman in her forties than a woman about to celebrate her fifty-fifth birthday.

"Mom." It was rare for him to be this gentle. "You know that your condition isn't at its best. Even if you aren't in your seventies, you still should be taken care of." He opened the car door for her. "Otherwise, why would I return to this city?"

Donna Hua couldn't help but feel guilty over his soft words.

In order to deceive her son to come back, she told a very small lie.

It was all Jonny's fault. He was the one who told her that the air in J City was incredibly polluted and how everyone who lived there could be poisoned. She had been so anxious that she tricked her eldest son to return to her side.

"I'm fine. Besides, if you're not here, who would take care of me? All of my children have their own lives now, only you..." She frowned. "Although, I would appreciate it if you have your own wife and child–"

"Mom, you think too much," Jacob interrupted her. "Aren't you going to buy some clothes? Let me come with you."

However, Donna Hua wouldn't give up. "I just saw that lady coming out of the next room. She looks incredibly beautiful. You would suit one another," she commented.

"Mom, she's a hostess. She's only there to accompany her clients."

"What? But she doesn't look like that."