Mr. CEO

Chapter #48: Reunited

- Flashbacks -

"Don't move, okay? I'll make it quick" Daniel got off the bed and left the room. He said he's going to cook me something. It's a Saturday morning and I didn't feel very well. I woke up with a fever, the upper half of my body was sweating like crazy. Since Tyler left early for an occasion, I was left home alone so I called Daniel over, I didn't want to die alone with this fever. Daniel put a wet towel on my forehead and gave me some medicines he got on his way. I felt a little bit better not because my temperature went down but because I'm being taken care of.

The door creak opened, Daniel walked in with a silver tray in his hand. He walked to my bed and placed the rice porridge on the nightstand as well as a glass of milk.

"I hate milk, put it away" I pouted. Daniel paused and facepalmed for a split second before opening his mouth to speak.

"You should've told me"

"Have you ever seen me drinking milk?" I raised my brows and leaned a little closer to him. Daniel gave me a quick sorry smile and put the glass of milk back on the tray. He walked to the kitchen and later, showed up again with a glass of apple juice. I smiled widely with satisfaction, eyes focus on the glass of apple juice, my throat suddenly felt ten times drier.

"Eat your porridge first" He held the bowl in his hand and scooped a little bit of it with a spoon, he also blew on it to the point where some of the liquid splashed out of the spoon.

"Ew stop spitting on my porridge, what is wrong with you?" I wasn't feeling disgusted or anything but he was being too extra so I had to stop him somehow. Daniel chuckled and lightly blew it once more before bringing the spoon close to my mouth.

"How was it? there are much more left in the pot on the kitchen counter don't worry baby" He chuckled as if it's a bad thing.

"The rice porridge tastes like.......rice porridge....." I didn't even know how to describe the taste. It's like a little bland but also you don't get sick of eating it but at the same times it's not even good. Daniel raised one eyebrow and gave me the that its? look.

"I mean you can try practicing more you know so your cooking can improve...." Still, he didn't look too happy.

"I'll finish everything okay? It doesn't taste bad stop making that face" I took the bowl from his stiff hand and ate it in front of him. I can see the corner of his lips curled up a little bit so I started shoving spoons full of porridge down my throat faster. As long as he's happy, I can finish the porridge in no time. I'm sure he's pretending to be mad because he only want me to finish everything so I don't get hungry later and get even sicker.

- End of flashbacks-

I was never that happy to catch a fever. I thought to myself, being sick is actually not that bad as long as the person you love is right beside you, taking care of you. But that might not happen anymore. I looked at my computer screen which was right on top of my lap and saw that I just received a new email.

"Victoria?" I clicked on it and looked at the email address.

"That thick skin bitch......." I mumbled. I assumed it was Victoria Smith from Utopia since I don't know anybody else with this bitchy name. I groaned and scrolled through the email, it was very long and detailed. What the heck is this? Is she sending me death thread because her Daniel is in the hospital. I bit my lips but decided to read the email anyway.

"Let's see what this snake has to say"

Dear Ms. Harringtons

First of all, I would like to apologize for the damage I've done between your relationship with Mr. Hart. I'm truly regretful and heart broken about the whole situation. You don't have to forgive me, I'm willing to accept any kind of punishment and hate. I've quit my job as an assistant so you probably won't have to see my face again. Anyway, there are a few things I'd like to address before leaving and that is the misunderstanding between me and Mr. Hart that have confused you. A few weeks ago, you saw both of us in a clothes shop, am I correct? You were lurking outside, I did see you at that time but chose not to say anything. It wasn't anything about me, he wasn't buying gifts or clothes for me if that was what you assumed. Daniel often go to various clothing shop at least twice a week. He wants inspiration so he could come up with new designs and materiel. I, as a personal assistant, of course have to follow him and take notes. Now, the biggest misunderstanding that I really want to clear out is the encounter from last week. It's not Daniel's fault, he didn't ask me to do such thing for his own pleasure. Instead, I was the one who tried to seduce him and you just happened to come at the exact moment. So please, I'm begging you Tiffany, stop staying mad at Daniel because he's not at fault in this situation. And that brings me to the next part which is my crush on Daniel. There's no explanation for this but you must know that it is a one sided love. He has never loved me and never will but my stubborn self wouldn't want to let go. Once again, I'm sorry for making this mess. You probably already knew but Daniel is in the hospital. He has been visiting your house and waited outside in the snow every single day since both of you stopped contacting each other. He could've gotten into some serious health issue. That is all I want to address. If you're thinking of going different ways with Daniel, then please, rethink.