Cordelia stood outside the hotel room, worried about what was happening inside.
This was Neil’s VIP suite, and Aurelia had been inside for two days.
Neil had not entered the bedroom these two days and would only move around in the living room. The bedroom door was tightly shut—he had locked Aurelia inside.
He had bodyguards guarding the door and would go out leisurely every day. If he was free, he would sit on the couch in the living room and prop his long legs on the table, swishing a glass of wine. His eyes would be on the bedroom door as he wore a triumphant smile.
Cordelia heard from the bodyguards that Neil had only said two things the day he caught Aurelia back.
The first sentence was: “Get in!”
He then tossed all the dresses and design drafts to her and said the second sentence: “Don’t think about eating if you don’t finish embroidering them!”
Cordelia chuckled. Of course, she knew Neil would not starve Aurelia, but she was curious why he was this angry. He was quite composed and friendly to his fans. Why was he losing control when it came to Aurelia?
“Oh, Cordelia, you’re here?” It was only then that Neil noticed that she was pacing at the door and urged her to come in and sit.
Knowing she was far along and had more things she could not eat or drink, he poured her a glass of warm water.
Cordelia accepted it with a smile and looked at the bedroom.
“She…”
“Don’t worry.” Neil was confident. “She works fast. One more day, and it’s done!”
He waved, and the bodyguard fetched a few completed pieces from the closet.
Cordelia’s eyes lit up. There were really people so good with their hands in this world!
“See? Not bad, right?” Neil said softly, “There’s nothing good about the girl, but her handiwork is pretty good. There are several seamstresses, the greatest in their expertise, back home in Southeast Aciatic, but I don’t think they can compare to her at all!”
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