Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 4

"Boss, I am begging you. I can't take it anymore." Nop's eyes almost filled with tears as he begged him.

Vegas chuckled, "Is this how you repay me after I give you a few days off?"

"If I had known this was the payment, I would have gone to work as usual." Nop rolled his eyes, "I'm not patient enough to do this."

Vegas laughed as he leaned back in his work chair. He opened his hand and Nop hurriedly put a cellphone into his hand.

Vegas checked his phone, scanning the messages, "So, what's new?"

"Your father calls every hour. I don't think he's really sleeping." Nop reported with an exasperated sigh.

Vegas huffed. Evil usually never slept, "What else?"

"Some of your friends sent messages, asked you to hang out and also some of your... bed friends...? But like you said, I ignored it." Nop continued, "Everything related to work I have already told Dia, you should find some new meetings on the schedule. Besides them, it's your father again and again..."

Vegas nodded in understanding. After calling for major changes at his company and firing several of his father's spies, Vegas knew his father would hunt him down. He was busy saving his company and trying to talk to Pete, he didn't have time to fuss with his father for now so he threw his phone at Nop.

That successfully drove Nop crazy.

"Anything from Macau?" Vegas asked, his fingers were busy block a numerous number on the phone.

"Nothing, boss." Nop answered right way.

Vegas didn't have time to answer as his secretary, Dia came to his office telling him about the meeting. He had spent hours in meetings in the past few days, trying to come up with a good plan for his company. Even after working hours, he still worked at home.

He opened his laptop at the dining table and worked into the night. Sometimes, he met Pete in the kitchen and didn't waste the opportunity to strike up a small conversation with him. They were still in the awkward stage but at least Pete reciprocated the effort even though he usually ran straight back to his room on the first floor after saying a word or two to Vegas.

Vegas never brought up talk about the second-floor bedroom. He didn't want to push Pete too much and let him get comfortable with the idea. He just hoped that it wouldn't take him long to make a decision because the man was still working overtime until ungodly hours.

Vegas closed the car door then pressed the button to close the garage door. Another long day for him. He entered the house and stopped just below the stairs to look at Pete's bedroom door. It seemed like Pete had returned home and was already asleep judging by the lighting in hid room. He sighed and walked up the stairs.

He thought he would see the second floor empty as usual, but his eyes widened in surprise to see Pete sitting at the dining table. Pete saw him and stood up for some reason.

"You haven't slept yet?" Vegas asked as he walked slowly towards the dining table.

Pete nodded slightly and looked at the items he was holding. The briefcase, documents, and cell phone he was holding after talking to the director in the car, his hands were full. As he put all the things in his hands on the table, a smell of egg fried hit his nose. It looked like Pete was just about to eat dinner.

Speaking about dinner, he just remembered he hadn't eaten anything since morning.

"Am I interrupting you?" Vegas asked.

"No, I'm just about to eat." Pete's answer was short as usual.

Vegas was right. He'd better left the dining table so Pete could eat comfortably. He could make something after Pete finished eating and take a warm bath while waiting, "I'm going to my ro—"