My Precious Family 3 [Jenlisa]

Chapter 490: Nosy

[MONTHS AGO] 

Fig frowned and placed his hand on his stomach, feeling it grumble. He slipped his hand inside his suit, only to feel the empty packets of crackers he usually carried.     

'I'm hungry, 'he told himself, looking at his side. Tiger was sleeping like usual, and the other guards seemed a little bored as well.     

Guarding the penthouse and doing nothing else was boring. The only way to quench that boredom was by eating for him. But he ran out of snacks and he couldn't leave his post just to buy one.     

*YAWN*    

His brows rose as some bodyguards nearby felt a little sleepy. Even professional bodyguards like them get bored doing nothing aside from standing. If he could guess, they probably wanted to be stationed somewhere else where there was action.    

'Not that I care.' Fig let out a sigh, setting his eyes on the door before him. 'Wait a minute. I don't need to go out and buy snacks.'     

The lifelessness in his eyes shone with vitality, sniffing hard. Thanks to his nimble feet, his footsteps didn't make a sound.     

'Smells so good.' Drool almost pooled in his mouth, making him wipe the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.    

Following the delicious and appetizing smell, Fig shamelessly entered the penthouse without permission.     

"Hmm?" Fig looked around the penthouse, only to see no one. "Hehe."    

Knowing that the penthouse could be this empty, Fig happily followed the smell. It wasn't every day he would sneak into the penthouse. To be fair, he has been abiding by the rules since his employment. However, he was 'starving.' Munching on something was what he needed for his soul.     

In no time, Fig reached the kitchen. Seeing that no one was there, he bounced to the kitchen to see if there was any food left. There was a newly cooked dish in the pot.     

'Oh, this dish...' Fig blinked, staring at the content inside the pot. His eyes softened as a subtle smile turned up on his face, reminded of someone who usually cooked the same dish.    

"I thought I would never eat something like this again," he muttered, opening one of the drawers to get a portion in a small bowl. Fig didn't waste time as he filled the small bowl, taking a spoon so he could eat it outside.     

One thing important was that Fig didn't plan on staying in the kitchen. If anyone saw him, he would be scolded for sure. He didn't want to go through unnecessary trouble just because he was hungry. However, just as he tiptoed a step with the food in his hands, he noticed two figures from the corner of his eyes.     

"Huh?" Fig furrowed his brows, turning his head. "Bear?"    

Moving his gaze to the person sitting across from Bear, Fig cocked his head to the side. The young madam? He darted his eyes between the two, noticing the solemn look on their faces.     

'What are they talking about?'    

Usually, Fig wasn't the type to pry into other people's conversations. However, the old man had been acting weird. Bear had been spewing nonsense, and somehow, it intrigued him.     

Was the young madam had something to do with it?    

Out of curiosity, Fig tiptoed his way to the balcony connected to the kitchen. He hid beside the transparent glass door, sliding it ajar discreetly.     

"Eat that first. We'll talk once you eat that," said Jennie, making Fig cock his head to the side.     

'Had he been using him as a guinea pig with her cooking?' wondered Fig to himself. 'Is that why he's been acting so strange?'    

"It's not poisoned, Bernard." Jennie rolled her eyes as if she could read Bear like an open book. "Just check and eat it. You'll understand why I'm doing this."    

Little did she know, not only did she read Bear's thoughts at the moment, but Fig's as well. The latter gazed down at the bowl in his hand, looking at it suspiciously, before raising his head back to the people on the balcony. When he did, Bear already opened the silver lid, which Jennie followed with her remarks.     

"I told you. Now, have a taste."    

Reluctance appeared on Bear's face, but Fig, on the other hand, instinctively ate a spoonful from his bowl. The orders weren't for him, but if he was told to eat, he would. Much to his surprise, the moment the flavors of the dish exploded in his mouth, he gazed down at the food in surprise.     

It tasted just like what it should taste. It was just as how he remembered it; the dish a special person in his heart would cook. His favorite dish of all time, and even a Michelin chef wouldn't beat it.     

"Hits home." After a moment of trance, Fig raised his head once more when he heard Bear's comment about the food.     

"I thought I should prove myself first before I start with any nonsense. I missed you so much, Bear."    

Fig's brows knitted until they were almost one. He listened to their conversation, instinctively guessing Jennie and Bear were having an affair at how affectionate her tone was. But alas, that ridiculous guess was instantly squashed down after a second.    

"Boss... I'm sorry. I guess tears easily come out when you are older."    

"You don't have any idea how much I missed you." When Bear got himself together, he faced Jennie with a welcoming smile. "Welcome back, Boss."    

"..."     

Fig held his breath, still confused at this exchange. Did Bear call Jennie, Boss? And why was he welcoming her back? Myriads of questions invaded Fig's mind at the moment, but all of them were answered as Jennie spoke.     

Fig snapped his eyes at the balcony, listening to everything Jennie was telling Bear. She explained everything from start to present, revealing everything without hesitation, not knowing there was another person listening.     

'What...?' His pupils were dilated as he took a careful step back, staring at Jennie's side profile with equal shock and disbelief. 'Boss... is alive? And in that woman's body? No way. My guess was correct?!'