Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 143

The door opens. Kayden unwillingly brings in a cup of milk while twitching his mouth. He places it carefully in front of Elaine, and says sulkily, “The young master ordered me to let you have a cup of milk before you go to bed.”

“But I don’t want to drink it. I am not hungry. Why don’t you drink it…” Elaine suddenly realizes that the cup that Kayden serves…looks so familiar!

“Huh? Is this cup…my cup?” There are paintings on it which she painted before. But…she didn’t bring it here. It was clearly on her desk the day before she left the country.

Kayden takes a look at the cup. He still keeps his serious face, and says, “Yes, this is your cup that the young master brought over specially for you from the country.”

“Oh…he’s quite thoughtful. Where is he? What’s he doing now?”

“The young master has gone to the woods to practice martial arts.”

“Practice martial arts? Is it some peerless martial arts?” Elaine opens her eyes wide, looking curious.

Kayden, on the other hand, is very annoyed and is on the verge of a breakdown.

Ahhhhh, he’s the most skilled hitman in ZH Clan! Even though he has stopped being a hitman for many years, he’s still an expert of martial arts in ZH Clan. Why he has to face this ignorant girl who doesn’t know anything, serving her as her servant? Why he has to try being patient and explaining everything to her?

“Yes, the young master has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he’s very good at it. He still has to practice it every day. It has become a habit of him. Is there still anything? If nothing, I’ll go out first. I’ll leave the milk here. You can drink if you want. That’s what the young master ordered anyway,” after Kayden says that coldly, he puts down his glass, turns around and goes out.

Elaine purses her lips while looking at Kayden’s back. “Really, what’s so great of you, aren’t you just a little sidekick beside Bad-bear Smith? I’m also Bad-bear Smith’s assistant. You and I have pretty much the same job contents. Don’t be too proud of yourself.”

Elaine crawls over and picks up her DIY cup, fondling it admiringly and happily.

Alas, according to that domineering temper of Bad-bear Smith, it’s necessary to do what he asks her to do. Otherwise…the consequences are quite terrible.

Milk? Just drink it. Elaine gulps down all the milk.

“Burp! I’m so full! If Bad-bear Smith keeps on forcing me to eat and drink, I’m afraid that I’ll turn super fat in just a few days. Alas, that would be too scary.”

Elaine fiddles with her cup. Suddenly! Her eyes pop out of her head! Huh? Where are all the snows she drew? She clumsily drew all those snowflakes one by one herself!

What’s going on? Why are there no snowflakes on the cups? Those snowflakes…represent Mark Wilson’s name!

Elaine wipes the rim of the cup with her small hand, “It’s not that the paint has fallen off, right? It’s impossible. The paint won’t fall off. Even if they do, it shouldn’t be just the snowflakes that fell off, right? Huh, this is so weird!”

At this moment, Elaine, who is always careless, finally notices something is wrong. Not only that this cup doesn’t have snowflakes, but the scratch that she once accidentally made on the bottom of the cup with a utility knife is also gone too!

The painting on the cup has trees and red berries too. But instead of snowflakes, there’s a blue sky on it.

“This is not my cup! Absolutely not!”

She doesn’t know that the cup she had originally made herself had already been viciously shattered by Emmett. Emmett ordered someone to made this replica of the cup as fast as possible.

***In Playback***

“President Smith, what do you mean, paint a tree on this cup?”

“Yes, come here and see. This is a rough drawing I made. Here’s a silvery ground, and there’s going to be a tree, and it’s full of fruit,” Emmett used a pencil to point at the sketch he drew, explaining it to the craftsman.

“Wow, President Smith, did you draw this yourself?” It was beautifully drawn, the lines were sharp and clean, yet precise and accurate.

Emmett nodded faintly. He was by no means a genius, but he really was extraordinary in memory and certain abilities. After seeing the painting on Elaine’s cup, as if it had been photographed, it was fully printed in his mind. Drawing that painting from his head was no problem at all.

“Here, you have to paint the sky with snowflakes…” Emmett suddenly stopped while saying that. He suddenly thought of Elaine’s happiness-filled words. These snowflakes represented the name of her favorite senior, Mark Wilson. She wanted to be in love and have a happy ending with him…