The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164: The Boss

"Gramps!" I scolded. "They said you need rest and you’re getting it." I helped him lay back down.

Gramps smiled, already breathing heavily. "I missed you scolding me like I’m your child when it’s the other way around."

"Oh, stop!"

He spread his arms, and I happily dove into them as he embraced me.

"You’re home." He kissed my forehead.

"Yes." I closed my eyes, feeling like the world had disappeared, but a knock distracted us.

"Oh my..." Granny murmured, and I turned to find Ares at the door.

I quickly sat up. I was expecting him to wait instead of coming. Oh no.

"Who’s that?" Gramps asked, narrowing his eyes. "Doesn’t look like he’s from around here.

Ares stepped in. "Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Lane."

They couldn’t reply, and I don’t expect them to, given how immense his presence was and no less his voice. It was always his voice.

"Evening..." Granny swallowed. "And you are?"

"He’s my boss, Ares King." I rushed a reply before he could speak.

"Boss?"

"Yes! We were in the middle of a meeting in um a city so we just—"

"Oh my... I called when you were in a different city?" Granny said, regret filling her gaze.

"N-No, I mean it’s okay. Ares—I mean, Mr. King is very generous."

"Really?"

I nodded.

Granny walked to Ares and took his hands.

"Granny—"

"Thank you so much, you’re very kind," she said, giving him a sweet smile. "This one is stoic most of the time, isn’t he?"

"Granny!"

"You’re welcome, Mrs. Lane," Ares replied.

"Oh, please..." She patted his cheek. "Call me Margaret or Maggie for short."

"Is he the one who makes working for him hell?" Gramps asked out of the blue, and he wasn’t being discreet at all.

Dear ground, swallow me now!

~☆~

Gramps was now sleeping, and Granny stayed with him. I was in the middle of getting something from the vending machine.

Thank God. I was so scared there. I talked with the doctor, and he told me there was nothing to worry about, just that his body wasn’t like it used to be, and he needed more rest, and any farm work was not recommended.

Granny told me Gramps has been working hard to set the farm back in order after the bills were cleared quickly. According to her, he was pushing himself more, probably beating himself at the fact that he couldn’t offer any assistance.

Oh, Gramps.

The machine stopped before my drink could get out.

"Fuck!" I cursed, tapping my palm against it, but the damn thing wasn’t budging.

A strong fist slammed, and the drinks were out.

"R-Reed..."

He leaned over to grab the drinks and handed them to me.

"Yeah... and—"

"It’s probably not the brand you drink—"

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