Love Will Come In Time novel Chapter 20

At one O'clock.

Holley pushed a trolley and sent the lunch to the meeting room on time.

Ron looked tired.

It seemed that he felt like the meeting just now was very tricky.

When Holley pushed the door open and entered the meeting room, he was rubbing his temples on both sides of his forehead.

She thought that Ron might be in a bad mood at the moment.

Holley pushed the shopping cart to the wall silently and began to consider how to tell the man to keep his promise and avoid the monthly salary deducted by the punishment.

"If you don't bring the food here, should I do it myself?"

The voice of Ron was wandering around the little woman's ear.

Holley looked up and saw the man who had already recovered his usual look. He tapped the table with his fingers and looked at her in a meaningful way.

"I'm the president and you're the assistant."

Ron reminded the little woman of their relationship.

"Okay."

Holley hurriedly answered. Then she put the food on the trolley in front of Ron.

Finally, she took the bowl with add-in noodles, and placed it in front of the man.

"Wow, so sumptuous."

The man said and picked up some food with chopsticks.

"Yes."

He complimented, "the dishes taste the same. I like them."

His words reminded Holley of her past.

The last time she cooked was four years ago.

Unfortunately, they had become enemies in the end. After he said with a smile that he only loved her for one life, he sent her to prison himself.

"What are you thinking about?"

He was still having lunch calmly as if he never sent her into prison.

As soon as Holley came to herself, she found that the man even changed the place of the two bowls of noodles.

"Why did you change your noodles to me?"

Holley asked anxiously.

She couldn't bear the spicy flavor of the noodles. It would be no wonder that she fainted.

"Your noodles?"

The man raised his eyebrows disapprovingly. "Didn't you cook this meal for me? Weren't the noodles cooked together? Why did you say your noodles and my noodles? It doesn't matter which bowl you eat."

Ron said indifferently.

Holley was secretly glad that she was prepared to stop this man.

Then she pointed to the bowl in front of Ron and said, "The noodles are the same. They came from the same pot. But the bowl is different. I am a girl. I want to use a cute bowl. The bowl with the pattern of a little fox was mine. The bowl without patterns is yours. It's not suitable for a man to use such a cute thing. "

Then she was going to bring the bowl of noodles to herself.

He held her hand with chopsticks.

"I think this bowl is pretty, too."

He meant that he didn't agree to return the normal bowl of noodles to her.

Holley couldn't help but curl her lips.

"I'm the president. It's up to me to use which bowl."

The man declared in a domineering manner. Then he held the little woman's hand and pulled her to sit beside him.

"All right."

Although Holley was reluctant, she could do nothing but sit beside the man, pouting.

He praised the meal as he ate, thinking it was delicious.

He ate up the whole bowl of noodles and wiped his mouth. He said to the woman, "I always keep my words. It's a nice meal. I won't deduct your salary for one month. "

"Really?"