“Okay.”
Elizabeth paused and changed the subject.
“You know, you’re the most passionate colleague I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with,” she beamed.
It was rare for her to smile so brightly. She always appeared aloof and distant to other people.
“We’re all there to work.” Natalie said gently, returning Elizabeth’s smile.
“There’s no need to make our workplace such a mess, like Dalores does.” Just then, the waiter came to serve the dishes they ordered.
“This dessert tastes excellent.” Elizabeth said as she cut up a piece for Natalie.
“I’ve eaten here before, and I was not disappointed!”
After taking a bite, Natalie was amazed by its exquisite taste. She then remembered that Brandon enjoyed such sweets in the past.
The women had been starving when they arrived, so their attention was diverted to the food as soon as it was laid out on the table.
As such, they failed to notice a man in a black turtleneck sweater sitting in the far corner of the was holding up the menu to cover most of his face as he stared at Elizabeth and Natalie. It was Jorge.
His eyes flashed maniacally as he gnashed his teeth together.
It was all he could do to keep from rushing over and beating Elizabeth up. But when he spotted Natalie’s bodyguard sitting just a few tables away, he had no choice but to stay put.
After the meal, Natalie and Elizabeth exchanged farewells and went their separate ways.
Brandon was already at the villa. He had already taken a shower and made himself some salad.
When Natalie came in, he had just sat down and was about to start eating.
“You arrived just in time. Do you want some?”
Brandon gestured at his plate with his fork.
As if on cue, Natalie let out a dainty little burp.
“No, thanks.I’m too full for tonight.”
But she did pull out the chair next to him and plopped down.
Then, she opened the dessert box she had brought back and pushed it in front of him with a big smile.
“Here, try this. It’s so much more delicious than the salad you made.I bought it for you.”
“Who did you have dinner with tonight?”
Brandon put down his fork and leaned back against his chair. He peered at the delicate piece of pecan pie on the table.
“A colleague,” Natalie answered, scooping up a spoonful of the dessert for him.
“Don’t you want to eat it? This is your favorite dessert. I brought it back especially for you.”
Brandon raised his eyebrows but made no move to eat it. He figured that she must have a favor to ask from him.
“What do you want?” he asked warily.
With a frustrated huff, Natalie put the spoon down.
“I’d like you to find the person who has been selling our designs,” she said with some caution.
“I already know that it’s Elizabeth’s boyfriend. Jorge. But he has fled. I’m pretty sure the police will have a hard time searching for him at this point.”
Ah, so it was regarding this matter.
Brandon felt the overwhelming urge to ease the troubled look on her face.
In truth, he would readily help Natalie with whatever she needed, no matter how outrageous her request was. He was just teasing her a little bit.
With a self-satisfied smile, he said. “I can even find Charis’ ‘ghost’. Looking for a living, breathing person should be a walk in the park.”
But Brandon couldn’t understand why Natalie still wanted to go after Jorge.
In his eyes, she should’ve been thankful that the matter was resolved now that her name was cleared.
It would be a waste of time and energy to look for Jorge.
Unless…She wants to help someone in particular.
Was it Draco? Brandon stared at the slice of pecan pie on the table expressionlessly.
He suddenly had no appetite for the dessert.
Natalie had told him that she had dinner with her colleague tonight-could it have been Draco? © Thinking of this, Brandon pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
He didn’t want Natalie to get too chummy with her boss, especially outside of work.
But he didn’t want Natalie to know about his jealousy.
“Finish the pie. Let’s talk about finding Jorge later.I still have some work to do in the study.”
Brandon lightly pushed his untouched plate of food away and headed upstairs in a huff.
Natalie tilted her head to the side in confusion.
Brandon used to love pecan pies very much.
Could his memory loss have affected his eating habits? And why did he seem angry all of sudden?
After mulling over it for a while, Natalie decided not to give up.She picked up the slice of pecan pie and went to the study.
“You’re really not going to eat it? I brought
She set the plate down in front of him,
Brandon looked into her puppy eyes and found them hard to resist.
With a heavy sigh, he put down the documents he mouth reluctantly.
But unexpectedly, he frowned and put down the spoon.
“It tastes different.”
Natalie’s eyes widened in surprise.
“How’s that possible?” she murmured, taking a spoonful for herself.
It tasted really good.
In fact, it was so delicious that she had several more spoonfuls.
After swallowing, Natalie said gloomily, “It tastes really good.”
The pecan pie tasted sensational.
Which meant that Brandon was just making a scene.
Feeling a little helpless, she picked up the plate and was about to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Brandon. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“You said you didn’t like it, so I’m going to throw it away.”
Natalie shot Brandon a stern look.
Brandon was in a bad mood, but when he saw the crumbs on her lips, he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
“Don’t waste it.”
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of tissue from his desk and wiped the corner of her mouth clean.
“Elizabeth paid for the pie to thank you for your help. You used to love pecan pies. When did you start hating it?” Natalie asked in a huff.
“You had dinner with Elizabeth?” Brandon was stunned.
“Who else would I have had dinner with?”
Natalie snapped, still indignant.
Brandon breathed a sigh of relief.
“The investigation did reveal that the leak could’ve had something to do with Elizabeth.Is that why you want to find Jorge?” Natalie frowned.
Brandon was supposed to be a smart man.
Wasn’t it obvious? Did he really have to ask?
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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