StarNovelChapter 409 Mia, who was next to Angela, replied, "You've got it all wrong. All of this was made by Mr. Bamford. Try some. It's really good." Dexter flashed Mia a friendly smile. She found it so odd that she froze for a moment.
After all, she'd always thought that this cold-faced CEO didn't even have a "friendly smile" in his facial expression system.
Mia keenly sensed that something was up between Angela and Dexter, both of whom seemed awkward.
"Really?" Angela was slightly taken aback. She glanced at Dexter, who was sitting at the dining table, waiting for them to dig in.
"Try some. I learned how to make these from Darlene," he said casually. "It was a piece of cake." Outside the kitchen, the plump and kind-hearted maid, Darlene Hines, wiped away a tear of exhaustion. She'd been woken up by Dexter before four or five in the morning, forced to give him an emergency cooking lesson while yawning the whole time.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFor several hours, she couldn't rest at all. She was so tired she almost passed out in the kitchen.
At least Dexter was generous enough to pay her handsomely for the overtime.
Angela felt that something was off-very off. She sat down slowly and ate a piece of omelet. It was indeed delicious. However, she found the way Dexter was staring at her so intently bizarre.
"How is it?" Surprisingly, his voice carried a hint of anticipation.
Why was he acting like a high-maintenance child-no, man? Angela graciously nodded. "It's great. Really delicious." Fiona also tried the omelet and sother side dishes on the table since they looked quite appetizing. She glanced at Dexter in surprise, then smiled in satisfaction.
The punk had finally cto his senses. He'd learned to lower his head and wasn't acting all high and mighty like before.
The awkwardness lingered in the atmosphere as they finished their meal. Angela couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, nor where this strange feeling cfrom. She just wanted to hurry to work.
She quickly got ready. She didn't even put on lipstick. She just briefly instructed Joanne to take good care of Mia and Leo before rushing out the door.
To her shock, Dexter was waiting for her in the underground parking lot, sitting in the passenger seat of her car. Since he'd seen her, it was too late to pretend not to notice him.
Angela stood there, slightly overwhelmed, as she watched him step out, open the passenger door, and gesture for her to get in.
Dear lord. Did he have any idea how weird he was being? This behavior didn't match his usual proud and domineering attitude at all! "I can go by myself. We're not going the sway," she declined.
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"I'll take you. It's what I should do," Dexter said as he took her bag and placed it in the back seat. He even tried to help her into the car. Angela felt like she was going crazy. What was he doing? Why was he suddenly acting like a different person? She remained tense the whole time, trying her best not to think about how bizarre he was acting.
When she arrived at the company, her thoughts were still in disarray. Although she'd tried her best to pull herself together, things still went awry. "Ms. Graham... Ms. Graham, what are you doing?" Clara whispered cautiously.
Angela snapped back to reality. She suddenly realized that she was standing on the podium, giving a speech to the company's management team.
But at this moment, she'd paused for nearly a full minute. The entire conference hall was silent.
The most ridiculous part? Clara's face had morphed into Dexter's in her mind, and when she leaned in, Angela was startled.
Angela shut her eyes tightly, then turned her head, only to see that all the executives tes waiting quietly for her to continue had Dexter's ridiculously handsface.
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