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Chapter 990: Can’t Take Care of Oneself_1 “I can’t believe Jacob Zahn, he’s playing with Peggy’s feelings by making people misunderstand their relationship.
Doesn’t he realize he’s so annoying?” Clara Evans isn’t worried about Peggy being framed anymore.
Lyke Zhekova has arrived, after all.
If Peggy didn’t want to leave the company, he would make sure she stays strong and involved.
In Zhekova’s favor, if Peggy wanted to be the manager, I’m pretty sure the CEO would immediately ask Executive Evans to step down for her.
Who cares about Jacob Zahn then.
He actually made a call to Peggy earlier, and from the call, Zhekova had heard a thing or two.
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But hearing it from Peggy herself made him angry again.
Zhekova sneered and said, “It seems I was right in deciding not to give the business to Jacob Zahn.”
“With such a person of questionable character who stops at nothing to achieve his goal, who knows what he might do with the Majestic cooperation once he’s in charge,” Zhekova said coldly.
Executive Evans quickly apologized and told Peggy, “Peggy, you must have been scared, go home and rest.
If it’s too overwhelming, take a day off tomorrow.”
Seeing the CEO’s attitude towards Peggy, Executive Evans also knows that assigning Peggy to handle the cooperation is absolutely foolproof without any mistakes.
He was sure this cooperation would benefit their company and would not slip away.
So there’s no need to rush.
Letting Peggy take a day off was nothing.
Executive Evans decided to keep Peggy in the company.
Having Peggy in the partnership with Majestic in the future, there’s nothing to worry about, right?
Zhekova nodded without saying anything else and left with Peggy.
As for Jacob Zahn.
Jacob Zahn is employed by the company after all, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for Zhekova to interfere.
He couldn’t stick his nose into another company’s business.
Even if he was capable, it just wasn’t something he would do.
However, now that he knows about the relationship between Zahn and Peggy, it’s hard to imagine Executive Evans letting Zahn off the hook so easily.
Therefore, Zhekova decided not to interfere.
Zhekova left the Business Department with Peggy.
The people in the Business Department were still in shock, unable to snap out of it for a while.
It took a while before Executive Evans asked Manager Thompson, “Peggy and Zhekova, they know each other?”
Peggy thought of her guesses but couldn’t say them here.
Let alone anyone else, with Jacob Zahn still here.
Therefore, Manager Thompson only said, “I don’t know, Peggy has never told me.”
“This girl is too low profile.” Manager Thompson chuckled, “Hehehe.”
Abigail Ackehurst remembered something, “Oh right, Clara, didn’t someone call you earlier, and that’s how you found out Peggy was…”
Abigail Ackehurst gave Jacob Zahn a glance before continuing, “dragged into the stairwell?”
“Yeah.” Clara Evans paused before saying, “Looking back now, I think the voice…sounded quite a bit like Zhekova’s.”
“It’s just that people’s voices on the phone will always be somewhat different from their actual voices, plus the person on the phone was really anxious and practically shouting.” Clara Evans explained, “But I still thought it sounded alike.
I didn’t dare to ask though.”
Bullshit.
Who would dare to ask!
“Alright, it’s almost work time, you all get a hold of yourselves.” Executive Evans said, “Manager Thompson, come with me again.”
Now knowing Peggy and Zhekova have an unusual relationship.
He has to discuss with Manager Thompson about Peggy’s future position in the company.
And also Zahn’s punishment.
Zhekova didn’t interfere and didn’t explicitly tell them what kind of punishment to impose on Zahn.
That was Zhekova not being too overbearing.
But they can’t just play dumb and get by.
Zhekova is not someone to be trifled with!
“You all get back to work.” Manager Thompson told everyone before following Executive Evans out.
Manager Thompson was a bit headache-ridden.
All these daily issues, what is happening!
Too many things have happened today!
Zhekova’s journey through the company caused quite a stir.
It wasn’t long before rumors spread throughout the company.
Everybody was keeping their ears open, paying attention to Zhekova’s movements.
Since it wasn’t work time yet, there were even more people hanging around each floor and the company lobby, hoping to get firsthand information.
Surprisingly, their efforts were not in vain.
The colleagues wandering around the Business Department floor saw Zhekova bring Peggy to the elevator.
They immediately alerted each other and notified their colleagues.
But written words simply couldn’t convey the shock they felt when they saw it.
After Zhekova and Peggy entered the elevator, their colleagues outside the elevator finally found the courage to send a voice message.
“Oh my gosh, I thought I was seeing things!”
“Zhekova came to see Peggy from the Business Department!”
“Guess what I just saw?”
“Stop holding out on us and tell us already!”
“I watched Zhekova holding Peggy’s hand as they walked away.”
“What the heck???”
“Hurry down to the first floor now, you might still catch it.”
And so, colleagues who were free ran out on the pretext of an ‘errand’.
The colleagues who had been waiting in the company lobby were just in time to see Zhekova and Peggy emerge.
The sight made everyone stop in their tracks.
But their eyes involuntarily followed Zhekova and Peggy.
Until the two of them left the company.
Zhekova’s car was still parked outside the company entrance.
When he rushed over earlier, he had just parked it carelessly there.
No one dared to move it.
Therefore, the location made it convenient for the colleagues inside the company to look out through the company’s glass doors.
So, they witnessed Zhekova bringing Peggy to the passenger side of the car.
He opened the car door for her like a perfect gentleman.
Then, with his hand over her head, he helped her into the car.
Only then did Zhekova circle to his side.
Once he got into the car.
Before Zhekova could buckle his seat belt, he noticed Peggy reaching for her own seat belt.
Zhekova quickly took the seat belt from her saying, “Let me do it.”
Peggy just let go when she heard Zhekova explaining, “You’re injured.
Let me do it.”
Then, with a click, he was done buckling Peggy’s seat belt.
“It’s actually okay.
It doesn’t hurt unless I touch it, and I can move my hand freely.” There is no serious injury as Zhekova thought.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to take care of herself.
“When you’re alone, without anyone to care for you, naturally you would have to do everything yourself.” While Zhekova said this, he buckled his own seat belt.
He started the car, and while driving, he told Peggy, “But since I am here and able to care for you, how could I just stand by and watch you do things yourself?”
Chapter 991: Your Whatsapp_1 Peggy Lewis is struck by Lyke Zhekova’s words; it feels as though her heart has been struck by lightning.
She rubs her chest somewhat uneasily.
Her ears are burning hot.
“How did you happen to call me at that time?” Peggy Lewis asks.
Lyke Zhekova struggles not to show any unusual expression, and calmly replies, “It’s a long story, but before I delve into it, I need to apologize to you first.”
“Apologize?” Peggy Lewis is intrigued.
What does Lyke Zhekova have to apologize to her for?
Then she hears Lyke Zhekova say, “It was me who insisted that Jacob Zahn and Mr.
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Houston shouldn’t be the ones leading this cooperation.”
“However, setting aside their issues, we did find your company to align with our requirements, so we didn’t plan to pay a visit any other companies,” says Lyke Zhekova.
“So, we decided to continue with your company.
But on top of that, I took the liberty of being a little selfish,” says Lyke Zhekova as he sneakily glances at Peggy Lewis.
He continues, “I thought to myself, we’re entrusting the cooperation to your company anyway, why not let you manage it directly?”
“You have the capabilities, you don’t indulge in unscrupulous dealings.
Moreover, you’re my friend,” says Lyke Zhekova.
Peggy Lewis had found it odd that Wallace Martin acted so strangely towards her.
The turnout is that Lyke Zhekova had been involved in this matter.”
“I…
I didn’t think you would give me…” Peggy Lewis thinks for a while but can’t find the right word, so she says, “a shortcut?”
“Don’t you like it this way?” Lyke Zhekova wonders if his attempt to forge a closer relationship with her has backfired.
Peggy Lewis quickly waves her hands denying, “No, no.
I prefer to accept offers graciously.”
“But I didn’t expect you to reach out for others,” says Peggy Lewis shyly.
“I thought you were the type who would keep business strictly unpersonal.”
“It depends,” Lyke Zhekova replies, “I’m not that rigid.”
“If you didn’t have the skills, even if you were my friend, I would think twice about offering help.
But in reality, you are competent, I believe you can handle this well.
So why should we assign the task to someone else?”
“But this cooperation is a little sensitive because of Jacob Zahn’s previous involvement.
That’s why I worry if entrusting this to you would cause you trouble,” says Lyke Zhekova.
“Although in my view, entrusting this to you would bring more benefits than drawbacks.” And the benefits would outweigh the drawbacks.
“However, I did ask Wallace Martin about it.
He told me at lunch that the cooperation had been indeed entrusted to you.
I was worried that you might face difficulties from Jacob Zahn so I called you to inquire,” says Lyke Zhekova, letting out a sigh.
“Thankfully, I called to inquire about this,” Lyke Zhekova concludes.
Peggy Lewis doesn’t ask Lyke Zhekova how he found out her number.
She remembered handing her card to Wallace Martin.
So, she assumed that Lyke Zhekova dialed the number on her card.
“By the way, is the number on your card your work number?” Lyke Zhekova asks.
“Yes,” Peggy Lewis nods, “As I usually distribute my card widely, the number can even get leaked.
Especially on various platforms, including banks, where they bind my mobile number, it gets a bit insecure, so I have another private number.”
“I thought that you may have a private number.
But I assumed that’s probably to keep your work separate,” Lyke Zhekova says.
“Not really,” Peggy Lewis chuckles, “I’m with the business department.
With such job nature, there isn’t any private time.”
“Even on holidays, if a client calls, I have to pick it up,” explains Peggy Lewis.
Saying so, Lyke Zhekova hands over his unlocked mobile to Peggy Lewis.
“Then input your private number into my phone,” Lyke Zhekova says.
Peggy Lewis is yet to react, but she instinctively receives Lyke Zhekova’s mobile phone.
She never thought about rejecting Lyke Zhekova, and she couldn’t reject him either.
She doesn’t know why she is being so obedient.
But she doesn’t dwell on it much and types her number into the phone, and writes her name.
“It’s done,” Peggy Lewis hands the phone back to Lyke Zhekova.
Who knew that Lyke Zhekova wouldn’t take the phone back and goes on, “Add yourself to my contacts on Whatsapp.”
After all, he’s driving and can’t spare his hands for it.
Considering she has already added her number on his phone, he can just accept her contact request on the app.
Peggy Lewis had never used anyone else’s phone to add her contact and then accept the request herself.
More so, since this time the ‘someone else’ is Lyke Zhekova.
However, Peggy Lewis forgets about something.
Her phone is smashed and can’t be switched on.
So, after adding herself as a friend using Lyke Zhekova’s phone.
She instinctively reaches into her bag for her phone to accept the request.
But after taking it out, she glances at the shattered screen and recalls that her phone is smashed.
However, she’s unsure if it affects its use.
So, she tries switching it on anyway.
But, the phone doesn’t power on.
Finding it awkward, Peggy Lewis tells Lyke Zhekova, “I smashed my phone and it won’t turn on.
I will accept your request after buying a new one.”
Since Peggy Lewis is in the business department, she obviously cannot stay unreachable for a long time.
So, she has to get a new phone soon.
“Alright,” Lyke Zhekova agrees and does not say anything more.
However, after driving for a bit, he suddenly pulls the car over to the side of the road.
Peggy Lewis is perplexed.
They pulled over next to a bustling shopping mall, surrounded by a crowd, making the place look lively.
Then she hears Lyke Zhekova say, “Wait here for a while.”
Peggy Lewis assumed that Lyke Zhekova had to attend to some matters and replied, “Alright.”
Then Lyke Zhekova unbuckles his seatbelt and steps out of the car.
With long strides, he jogs away.
Peggy Lewis keeps an eye on Lyke Zhekova and notices that his arrival has certainly attracted many onlookers.
Even though it’s working hours, there are plenty of males and females out for a stroll.
Especially around the shopping mall, there are mainly young people.
The uncles and aunts wouldn’t bother to travel long distances from their homes just to hang out here.
Peggy Lewis has always been curious about this.
Even during work hours, seeing so many people out and about, don’t they have jobs to attend?
Even if they are freelancers like Cindy Clarke, with flexible work hours.
But can there be so many freelancer workers?
Peggy Lewis wondered, envious.
Because even at this hour, the place is teeming with people.
Even though Lyke Zhekova is a 37-year-old man, his looks don’t suggest that.
Chapter 992: Don’t rush to frame yourself like this _1 So, he really attracted a lot of young girls’ attention.
Lyke, being tall and lanky, even his brisk walking movement looked suave.
It was like a scene from a TV drama played out in real life.
TV dramas look good, but in reality, all the actors’ movements are pre-planned during filming.
Furthermore, the director has to make sure the scenes are visually appealing from the screen.
If not, they have to repeatedly ponder and shoot until they get the perfect take that makes the audience scream in excitement.
But this isn’t a TV drama, and Lyke is not an actor.
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There’s no script dictating his actions.
Everything about him comes from an elegance he cultivated since childhood, perfectly natural.
Even just his silhouette is a sight to behold.
Peggy couldn’t help but wish Lyke had let her get out of the car with him earlier.
That way, she could have seen him from different angles instead of just his back.
Other young girls were looking around: “I don’t see any cameras, are they not shooting a TV show?”
“If they’re not shooting, where did this handsome guy came from?” their friends were just as puzzled.
“Could he be a celebrity?”
“That’s impossible.
With my sharp eyes, if he were a celebrity, how could I not recognize him?”
“Right, and if he were a celebrity, how could he be so open and carefree?”
Of course, Peggy didn’t hear any of these conversations.
And Lyke ran past too quickly for any of it to even register.
Still sitting in the passenger seat, Peggy watched as Lyke entered a mobile phone brand store.
About a quarter-hour later, Lyke emerged.
Now carrying a paper bag featuring a brand logo.
On Lyke’s trot back to the vehicle, he saw Peggy sitting in the passenger seat with the window rolled down, so he gave her a small smile before getting back in the car.
Peggy had already prepared to head back off.
But to her surprise, Lyke handed her the bag with the brand logo.
With a puzzled look at him, she heard Lyke say, “Didn’t your mobile phone break?
I bought a new one.”
Peggy was taken aback, stammering, “I…I didn’t mean for you to buy me a new phone!”
“I can afford to buy a phone myself,” said Peggy.
Even though she was just an employee, compared to Lyke, she did earn a fair amount.
Not to mention, being in sales, she makes more than the average wage.
With a base salary and commission, Peggy’s earnings were quite substantial.
Otherwise, on her own, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to afford a house in Belfard.
While it may only be a small Loft, given the real estate prices in Belfard, it wasn’t a minor feat.
Peggy was indeed a perfect depiction of an independent woman.
With a high income, she was independent, having the freedom to form relationships as she pleased.
She didn’t need to marry for the sake of marriage.
Even on her own, she could live a good life.
In day-to-day life, she could fend herself with handyman repairs.
She could live a carefree life according to her own whims and desires, which made her more vivacious.
So, when Lyke suddenly handed her a new phone.
Peggy found it a bit hard to accept.
Buying a new phone wasn’t something that would burden her financially.
As for electronics, as long as it didn’t affect her daily use, Peggy never went for the latest models.
Although her phone got damaged, she was philosophical about it, thinking that it simply presented an opportunity to get a new one.
It didn’t imply she wanted Lyke to buy her a new one.
Even though Lyke claimed to be her good friend, Peggy felt she wasn’t quite that closer to Lyke.
If Lyke could claim to be friends, she just couldn’t be shameless enough to also assume as much.
“I know.” Lyke restarted the engine and said, “Don’t feel obligated.”
“I just happened to pass by and remembered you needed a new phone.
And besides, I am partially responsible for this.”
“What does this have to do with you?” Peggy countered.
“Don’t start taking responsibility for this.”
“Zahn was the one who broke my phone.
How could it be your responsibility?”
He shouldn’t spontaneously take the blame.
“True, but Zahn probably wouldn’t have the decency to get you a new phone.
And even if he does, I wouldn’t want you to accept it,” Lyke responded.
Peggy thought to herself, whether she would accept it should be her call, right?
Why would it matter whether Lyke liked it or not?
“And I think you wouldn’t want to accept it either,” Lyke continued.
“Well, you’re right about that,” Peggy readily admitted.
“Moreover, had I not suggested you to take on this project, you wouldn’t have problems with Zahn.
If we trace back to the root, I am the cause of the issue,” Lyke reasoned.
Peggy:”…”
This was the first time she’d come across someone so insistent on taking the blame!
“So, don’t feel obligated,” Lyke said.
“This phone is my apology gift to you.”
After Lyke said this, Peggy felt his reasoning was a bit far-fetched, but she could only accept it.
“Well…thank you,” Peggy sincerely said.
Although the phone felt a little heavy in her hands.
Lyke nodded in satisfaction before suggesting, “Since we don’t have much to do right now, why not open it up and set up the new phone?”
“Oh, okay,” Peggy agreed.
Peggy noticed that the phone Lyke had bought was the same brand as the one she had previously.
“It’s the same brand as my old one,” Peggy noted with a smile.
“Most phones of the same brand and system can be seamlessly transferred to a new phone.
So I thought it would be more convenient for you to get the same brand,” Lyke explained.
“Your old phone is currently unusable, causing you to waste a lot of time getting it fixed and transferring everything to the new one,” Lyke added.
“I figured, you chose this brand previously because you liked the brand.
It would be familiar to you with the same brand.
Even if you have stuff to clean out on the old phone, you can take your time with the repairs, no rush,” Lyke explained.
“You are so thoughtful,” Peggy admitted, genuinely surprised.
She originally thought Lyke must’ve been spoiled since his youth.
It was always others who catered to him, observing his habits and details, ensuring that everything was catered to his liking.
Lyke never needed to be mindful of others’ feelings or thoughts.
Because even if he didn’t care, no one would dare to say a word.
Honestly, if someone possessed such an advantage, they would likely be spoiled and wouldn’t pay much attention to others.
Chapter 993: Lyke Zhekova, You Have a Problem_1 But Lyke Zhekova wouldn’t behave that way.
Peggy Lewis sighed in her heart, the Zhekova family had really good manners.
Although she had not spent much time with the Zhekova family, from watching Cindy’s competition and seeing the Zhekova family there, to having dinner at their family mansion before, she had slowly become acquainted with them.
Upon getting to know the Zhekova family, she found that many outsiders believed the Zhekova family to be high and mighty and difficult to approach.
However, in reality, they weren’t much different from ordinary people.
They were humble and when the whole family gathered, the atmosphere was so warm and lively.
If you didn’t know their background, just by observing their family interactions and individual personalities, you wouldn’t think they were part of a privileged family.
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Probably it was this kind of upbringing that made them particularly charming.
Peggy was working hard to unwrapping the plastic seal on the mobile phone box.
The seal was a bit difficult to tear off, but they had plenty of time, she was not in a hurry.
Lyke Zhekova, taking advantage of a red light, put on his bluetooth earphones and said, “Call Timothy Silverstone for me.”
The phone’s voice assistant responded, “Okay, dialing Timothy Silverstone.”
Peggy quietened, not wanting to disturb Lyke’s phone call.
After a short while, the call was answered on the other end.
She heard Lyke saying, “Can you come to my house?
My friend got a bit hurt.”
“…”
“Hold on.” Lyke turned his head and asked Peggy, “Do you have any cuts or bruises?”
“No.” Peggy understood from Lyke’s words that he was about to call a doctor.
She quickly said, “It’s just a minor bruise, no other injuries.
No need for a doctor.”
Lyke didn’t answer her, he just told his phone, “It’s a bruise.”
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“How can you call that a minor injury?” Whatever was being said on the other end of the call, Lyke immediately disagreed.
“I saw it with my own eyes.
All those dark violet and green bruises looked very serious.”
Peggy blinked, looking down at the wounds on her arm and wrist.
Is it really that serious?
She didn’t seem to think so.
Was Lyke talking about her injuries?
Peggy couldn’t help but look at Lyke.
He had just asked about her injuries.
He was likely talking about her.
“So, just apply the ointment?” Lyke asked.
On the other end of the call, Timothy Silverstone, restraining his irritation, said, “It’s just a bruise.
Besides applying the ointment, what else can you do?”
“…” Lyke replied, “Isn’t that why I am asking you?
Are you the doctor or am I?”
“I’m the doctor.
Are you going to listen to me?” Timothy Silverstone rolled his eyes.
He gave advice that Lyke hadn’t taken!
“Besides, I’m a neurosurgeon, and you’re asking me about bruises?
Don’t you think it’s a waste of my expertise!” Timothy Silverstone was annoyed.
“I have a bunch of surgeries to attend to!”
And he was still being asked to treat a bruise?
Treat what?
Apply the ointment!
Lyke: “…”
“Are you really just going to apply a bit of ointment?” Lyke asked again.
“Just a bit of ointment will do, it’s okay even if you don’t apply it.” Timothy Silverstone said with resignation, “By the way, who is this friend that has you so worried?
It’s just a bruise, you’re acting like it’s a major concern.”
“Is your friend a guy or girl?” Timothy Silverstone asked again.
“What kind of ointment should be applied to a bruise?” Lyke didn’t answer, instead, he asked back.
“When you go to the pharmacy, just ask for topical medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
Ointments or oils, both are fine,” Timothy Silverstone replied.
“Forget it, I’ll arrange for someone to deliver it to you.” Timothy Silverstone thought, if he didn’t arrange for it to be delivered to Lyke, who knew how much more Lyke would bother him.
“Give me an address and I’ll have someone deliver it to you.” said Timothy Silverstone.
“You don’t know my house address?” Lyke raised an eyebrow.
Timothy Silverstone: “…”
“Have it delivered to your house?” Timothy Silverstone exclaimed, “Now I’m really curious, who is this friend of yours exactly?
You’re personally inviting them to your house because of a bruise?”
“Otherwise, it would be inappropriate to let others know a girl’s address.” Lyke responded.
“A girl?” The volume on the other end suddenly increased.
Lyke was still wearing earphones, so the sudden loud volume made his ears hurt.
He quickly removed the earphones from his ears, took a moment to recover, and then put them back on, “Lower your volume.”
“Are you an idiot, Lyke?” Timothy Silverstone exclaimed.
“Call me Fourth Uncle!” Lyke squinted at him, “Show some respect.”
“…” Timothy Silverstone pretended not to hear him, and just said, “Lyke, Lyke.”
Lyke: “…”
“Speak properly!” Lyke didn’t like his pointless chatter.
“Like you, an Old Fox, would let something slip?” Timothy Silverstone knew him too well, “You did it on purpose!”
Lyke: “…”
“What?
Are you intentionally telling me this just to flaunt that this old bachelor has finally found a spring?” Timothy Silverstone laughed.
Lyke: “…”
And…he was indeed guessed accurately by Timothy Silverstone.
But Lyke would never admit it.
“Get the medicine delivered quickly,” Lyke said, and hung up the phone.
Peggy, sitting next to him, couldn’t hear the conversation on the other end of the call, but she clearly heard Lyke’s part of the conversation.
She decided not to feign ignorance and directly asked, “Are we…..
going to your house?”
Lyke nodded and replied, “I was thinking of sending you home first.
However, it wouldn’t be appropriate for a stranger to know your home address when delivering the medicine.”
How could he let a random man learn Peggy’s home address?
Moreover, for the delivery, wouldn’t the guy have to step inside Peggy’s house?
Peggy would obviously not refuse entry to someone who came to deliver medicine.
Therefore, Lyke decided it would be better if he prevented anyone from going to Peggy’s house.
Peggy: “…”
Since the person delivering the medicine was Lyke’s friend, there shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Even though she was now going to Lyke’s house, Peggy felt completely caught off guard.
As Peggy was still in shock about heading to Lyke’s house, she heard Lyke’s voice, “Aren’t you going to unbox your phone?”
Peggy snapped back to reality: “Ah, I was just about to.”
As for going to Lyke’s house, she decided to cross that bridge when she came to it.
Peggy opened the phone box and took out the phone inside.
She swiftly peeled off the protective film on the phone screen.
She also removed the SIM card from her old phone and installed it in the new one.
Then she powered on the device and started following the on-screen instructions step by step.
She synced all the apps from her old phone to the new one.
Just as Peggy had finished setting up, she heard Lyke ask, “All done?”
“Yes, just finished,” Peggy confirmed.
“Then quickly add me as a friend on Whatsapp.” Lyke reminded.
Peggy: “…”
He’s really eager, isn’t he?
Peggy logged into Whatsapp and accepted Lyke’s friend request: “Done now.”
Chapter 994: Chapter 994: Isn’t It Good to be Alive?_1 Lyke Zhekova was quite satisfied.
On the other hand, Timothy Silverstone, instead of calling his own assistant, went directly to Nathan Spencer’s office.
Today happened to be the day when Nathan Spencer came to the hospital to work.
“Uncle Nathan.” Timothy Silverstone knocked on the door and entered, completely ignoring the usual respectful behavior towards a boss.
He sat down directly across from Nathan Spencer’s desk.
Nathan Spencer: “…”
“Lyke Zhekova just called,” said Timothy Silverstone.
“Huh?” Nathan finally looked up and raised an eyebrow.
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Why would Lyke Zhekova need to look for Timothy Silverstone instead of him?
“He even has a girlfriend!” Timothy Silverstone exclaimed excitedly.
“Clack!”
Nathan was so shocked that he nearly dropped his pen.
“G-Girlfriend?” Nathan exclaimed.
“Oops!
I misspoke; I missed a word, a female friend.” Timothy Silverstone corrected himself.
But Nathan was still decidedly shocked.
After a while, he managed to say, “You can drop the word in the middle.”
A woman, a relationship of opposite sex, appearing next to Lyke Zhekova, was pretty much the same as having a girlfriend.
After all, a friend of the opposite sex?
Before this, there was no such thing in Lyke Zhekova’s life.
“I see your point,” Timothy Silverstone nodded in agreement.
“But how do you know about this?” Nathan stopped his work and began to gossip with Timothy Silverstone.
Nathan, by nature, wasn’t very talkative.
When chatting on Whatsapp, he would use punctuation instead of words if possible.
When speaking, if one word could suffice, he wouldn’t use two.
This was related to Nathan’s past experiences.
After meeting and marrying his wife Millie Noelle, his communication skills improved a great deal under her influence.
Now he talks more; he’s still not a big talker, but he’s a lot less mute than he used to be.
“Lyke Zhekova called me earlier saying his friend was injured.” Timothy Silverstone said, “Guess what happened next?”
Nathan Spencer: “…”
No, I don’t want to guess.
“Turns out, it was just a bruise, which would be naturally healed in a few days.” Timothy Silverstone said, “I have multiple surgeries to perform today, how can I possibly spare any time?”
“Then that guy deliberately let it slip to let me know his friend is a girl.” Timothy Silverstone said.
“You know, Uncle Nathan, Lyke Zhekova is such an Old Fox, a genuine Old Fox.
Both cunning and old.” Timothy Silverstone added.
Nathan Spencer: “…”
Dude, keep your thoughts to yourself and don’t let Lyke Zhekova hear you.
“If he didn’t want me to know, would he have let it slip?
Obviously, it was intentional; he even feigned an innocent look, as if he was subtly showing off to me.” Timothy Silverstone scoffed, “He seriously thinks I’m an idiot and can’t figure this out.”
Nathan Spencer: “…”
If you are able to figure it out, then Lyke Zhekova must truly be deliberate.
“So, his female! friend.” Clearly it wasn’t, but if you add another word in the middle, Nathan felt it would be a bit redundant, so he simply omitted it.
“How old is she?
Are you sure it is a female ! friend, not a young one or an elder?” Nathan asked.
“I’m not sure since I didn’t see her with my own eyes, right?” Timothy Silverstone said, “However, my intuition says it should be a young girl.
If you mean a young relative, it’s possible.
After all, Lyke Zhekova is on the uncle-level for us.”
Nathan Spencer: “…”
You are definitely going to be killed by Lyke Zhekova.
He hasn’t killed you yet, probably because he thinks you’re a doctor and somewhat useful.
“That’s why I came to you, didn’t I?” Timothy Silverstone added.
Nathan raised an eyebrow: “Why are you looking for me?”
“Can you lend me Henry Hertz?
Even if Lyke Zhekova’s friend is not seriously injured, Lyke Zhekova is going to make me give her some medicine.” Timothy Silverstone said.
“I have surgeries to perform, how can I spare time?
Let Henry Hertz deliver the medicine.” Timothy Silverstone suggested, “I don’t trust others to handle this.
No one else can respond as quickly as Henry Hertz.”
“By letting Henry Hertz deliver the medicine and take a look at Lyke Zhekova’s friend, he can report back to us, so we all can know, right?” Timothy Silverstone grinned cheekily.
“Let’s see what type of girl she is, roughly what age, what she looks like.
If possible, Henry Hertz can even inquire about how they met.” Timothy Silverstone suggested.
Nathan Spencer: “…”
“Where is your assistant?” Nathan asked.
“Isn’t he busy preparing for my next surgery?
You can’t let him drop hospital matters, can you?” Timothy Silverstone replied.
After all, Henry Hertz is attached to Nathan; neither of them technically works at the hospital.
Nathan only takes two days per week at the hospital.
The rest of the time, he’s at Skyrise headquarters.
Henry Hertz, being Nathan’s assistant, was not stationed at the hospital either.
Wherever Nathan went, Henry Hertz would follow.
Therefore, sending Henry Hertz would not interrupt the work at the hospital at all.
“You make a good point.” Nathan nodded in agreement, and then called for Henry Hertz.
“You explain the rest,” Nathan told Timothy Silverstone.
Timothy Silverstone repeated the events to Henry Hertz.
Henry rubbed his hands excitedly: “Wow, Fourth Uncle Lyke has a girl…friend?”
Even his pause was identical to Nathan’s.
Timothy thought to himself, what a well-synced pair of colleagues.
“According to our speculation and Lyke Zhekova’s responses, that seems to be the case.” Timothy Silverstone nodded, “However, we need you to confirm.”
“So, you will be delivering medicine as an excuse to go there, and try to observe as much as you can.” Timothy Silverstone suggested, “If you can get more information directly, that would be even better.”
Henry Hertz: “…”
Isn’t it good to be alive?
“I’ll try my best,” said Henry Hertz reluctantly.
He was also very curious to see what Lyke Zhekova’s girlfriend looked like.
Everyone tacitly considered Peggy Lewis as Lyke Zhekova’s girlfriend.
So, Henry Hertz went to collect the medicine according to the list Timothy Silverstone had provided.
***
At this time, Lyke Zhekova had already parked his car in his garage.
Then he took Peggy Lewis back to his house.
Peggy Lewis was still a little dazed.
She wondered why she got to enter Lyke Zhekova’s house so quickly?
This…
this felt too surreal.
Even as she stepped inside, following Lyke Zhekova, she still felt like she was dreaming.
Lyke Zhekova was living on the top floor.
It was a whole floor condo.
The entire floor belonged to him.
Lyke Zhekova opened the door and invited Peggy Lewis in.
As soon as Peggy walked in, she felt surprisingly open and spacious.
The moment she entered, her eyes were met with an extra-spacious living room.
The two walls of the living room were large floor-to-ceiling windows with abundant light coming in.
Because the condo was exceptionally high, and Lyke Zhekova lived on the top floor, there were no obstructions to the outside view.
Chapter 995: Is There Any Humanity Left?
_1 The view was exceptionally open.
Looking out, more than half of what meets the eye is the sky.
The air quality in Belford has been pretty good these days; there’s no smog.
The sky is a clear blue with white clouds resembling cotton candy.
Usually, you can see rows upon rows of rooftops in Belford, with skyscrapers standing tall and impressive.
...
Lyke Zhekova got some slippers and said, “We only have men’s slippers at home, you’ll have to make do for now.
I’ll buy some ladies’ slippers later.”
“Okay.” Peggy Lewis accepted and put on the slippers handed to her by Lyke Zhekova.
She thought, she probably wouldn’t have many chances to come here in the future, so Lyke Zhekova didn’t need to specifically buy women’s slippers.
But disputing with Lyke Zhekova seemed impolite.
After all, it was his kindness.
Speaking against him felt like bluntly rejecting it.
So, Peggy Lewis simply didn’t say anything and absent-mindedly agreed.
Who knows what the future holds anyway.
However, Lyke Zhekova didn’t see Peggy Lewis’s agreement as insincere.
He was already considering going to some brand’s flagship stores later to see if there were any nice slippers to buy for Peggy Lewis.
Lyke Zhekova looked down, trying to estimate Peggy Lewis’s shoe size.
What he saw was her wearing his oversized slippers.
Her feet looked even smaller contrasted with his men’s slippers.
Because she had been wearing heels, Peggy Lewis hadn’t put on socks and was wearing the slippers barefoot.
When Lyke Zhekova chose slippers, he didn’t bother with the style and color.
He simply chose black ones with the brand’s logo embossed on it, also in black.
If you don’t look closely, you wouldn’t be able to tell.
Now, Peggy Lewis’s feet were enclosed by the black slippers, a stark contrast that was slightly dazzling.
Wearing high heels, although the heels weren’t high, was not as comfortable as wearing sneakers.
Part of her toes had turned slightly red from being squeezed by the shoes.
It was more prominent against her fair skin.
But in Lyke Zhekova’s eyes, it wasn’t unattractive, but rather it stirred up feelings of concern for her.
He really wanted to touch it and ask her if it hurt.
Peggy Lewis wearing his oversized slippers, didn’t fit well on her feet at all..
Walking was a bit difficult.
The shoes were indeed too big, it was twice the size of her feet.
Without a second thought, Lyke Zhekova suddenly scooped up Peggy Lewis in his arms.
Peggy Lewis was startled.
She was completely unprepared.
She was suddenly in Lyke Zhekova’s embrace.
She smelled the familiar scent of pine trees on him, which instantly made Peggy Lewis so nervous she couldn’t move.
She had unconsciously grabbed onto Lyke Zhekova’s clothes earlier.
Now, realizing it, she found her hand still clutching onto the lapel of Lyke Zhekova’s jacket.
Looking up, his chin was just an inch away.
With a slight movement, her nose would brush against his chin.
Because they were so close, she could even see the shadow of stubble on his chin.
Lyke Zhekova’s beard was cleanly shaven, but one could still see the bluish shadow.
“Thunk!”
The slippers are finally dropped to the floor because Peggy’s feet can’t hold those big slippers.
“Mr.
Zhekova.” Peggy Lewis exclaimed in shock.
She was panicking now.
Being a lifelong singleton.
Up until this moment, she had never been so close to a man.
Lyke Zhekova was the first.
Peggy Lewis was so nervous that her mind stopped working.
Her mind wasn’t blank, but she definitely wasn’t in a sane state.
It was like a TV screen filled with static because of a poor signal a long time ago.
Peggy Lewis thought, something must be wrong with her brain.
Because she couldn’t think of anything else, the first thing she thought of was what her current weight was?
It seemed to be 103 jin.
Is that heavy or not?
Would Lyke Zhekova find her too heavy when he held her?
Peggy Lewis mustered the courage to look at him and saw Lyke Zhekova was frowning.
Did he find her too heavy?
Did he find it hard to carry her?
But Peggy Lewis didn’t know that Lyke Zhekova thought she was too light.
Cradling her took no effort at all.
Lyke Zhekova estimated that she must be around 1.7 meters tall.
Even if she’s not, it couldn’t be far off, yet she was so light.
It really wasn’t supposed to be.
“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t be so distant with me?
You just agreed but after such a short time, you’re acting distant again?” Lyke Zhekova arched his eyebrows and punned.
Even so, he still didn’t consider setting Peggy Lewis down before having a conversation.
Peggy Lewis opened her mouth, but ended up giving an embarrassed smile.
Lyke Zhekova thought it was because they hadn’t spent enough time together which made Peggy Lewis uncomfortable.
So, Lyke Zhekova decided not to make things difficult for her now.
Peggy Lewis then asked, “Shouldn’t you set me down now?”
Being suddenly held in a bridal carry made her very flustered.
“These slippers are too big, you could trip if you walk wearing them.” Lyke Zhekova admitted guiltily, “It’s my negligence.”
With that, he continued to carry Peggy Lewis and walked forward.
Until he set her down to sit on the couch.
When Lyke Zhekova bent down to put Peggy Lewis to sit on the couch, he naturally leaned closer to her and they were very close.
Peggy Lewis held her breath in nervousness, thinking that when he bent down, her nose would almost touch Lyke Zhekova’s cheek.
For a moment, Peggy Lewis felt that Lyke Zhekova’s breath seemed to brush against her face.
“You can sit here for a while.” Lyke Zhekova furrowed his brows and said, “Or do you want to put on your shoes first?”
Yet Peggy Lewis’s shoes were meant to be worn for work.
It wouldn’t be comfortable to wear at home.
Lyke Zhekova thought, Peggy Lewis was already working so hard at work, wearing heels at home would definitely make her suffer.
Peggy Lewis had already waved her hand and said, “No, no, no.
I’m fine with bare feet.”
The interior decoration of Lyke Zhekova’s house was too high-end.
Moreover, the floor was so clean.
It was impolite to wear outside shoes inside, not to mention damaging the floor with the heels.
“Barefoot is not an option.” Lyke Zhekova declared and dialed a number.
The call was to Wallace Martin.
“CEO.” As soon as Wallace Martin picked up the call, he immediately asked, “How is Miss Lewis?”
“She’s fine now.” Lyke Zhekova replied, then suddenly asked in a deep voice, “You seem care a lot?”
Wallace Martin thought Lyke Zhekova was out of his mind.
When Lyke Zhekova was an old bachelor before, he was rather normal.
Why has he suddenly gone crazy as soon as he’s about to settle down?
Isn’t this just a normal concern for a person in danger?
Even if Peggy Lewis was replaced with someone else, he would still show the same level of concern, okay?
This should be a normal reaction, right?
If people can’t even care about someone else’s safety, wouldn’t that be inhumane?
“Of course, I care!
After all, Miss Lewis is my future CEO’s wife.” Wallace Martin quickly responded, “I naturally wouldn’t want my future CEO’s wife to get hurt.”
Chapter 996: Future CEO’s Wife_1 Lyke Zhekova then nodded and said, “What you said makes sense.”
“CEO, why did you call me?” Wallace Martin quickly changed the topic.
They mustn’t continue discussing Peggy Lewis.
Who knows what Lyke Zhekova might read into things otherwise.
Lyke Zhekova said, “I want you to send someone to …”
Lyke Zhekova glanced at his slippers, saying, “Goto the Gucci Store and buy a pair of women’s slippers.
The shoe size !”
Lyke Zhekova turned to Peggy Lewis and asked, “What shoe size do you wear?”
Peggy Lewis shook her head like a tambourine and chirped, “You don’t have to buy anything so expensive!”
These were just home slippers, should they cost thousands?
Any pair off Amazon or the supermarket that costs ten-or-so yuan would do fine!
Plus, it’s not like she was staying the night.
...
Lyke Zhekova didn’t even wait for Peggy Lewis to finish her answer.
He strode to the entrance hall.
Peggy Lewis’s shoes were right there.
Lyke Zhekova picked them up and found the shoe size.
Lyke Zhekova told Wallace Martin, “Buy a 37.
Gucci sizes usually run large.”
Peggy Lewis hadn’t expected that Lyke Zhekova would know even this much.
“Have them delivered here once you buy them.” Lyke Zhekova ordered.
“Alright.” Wallace Martin said, “I’ll handle this personally.”
Lyke Zhekova was quite pleased with Wallace Martin’s serious attitude.
He ended the call.
Peggy Lewis forced a laugh, “Surely you don’t need to spend that much on slippers?”
“They’ll be at my house, it’s no big deal,” Lyke Zhekova replied nonchalantly.
Peggy Lewis thought about it and this seemed fair.
Since they were being paid for by Lyke Zhekova to be kept at his place.
It wasn’t as if they were specifically for her to wear.
Anyone who visited could wear them.
She was being overly sensitive.
These shoes weren’t being given to her.
Peggy Lewis felt relieved having come to this realization.
The weight lifted off her shoulders.
But then, she thought about other women coming and using those same shoes.
For some reason, the thought made her feel uncomfortable.
She rubbed her chest, feeling as if there were a lump in her throat.
Her mood visibly dropped.
Lyke Zhekova was puzzled, not understanding why Peggy Lewis suddenly seemed less cheerful, even a little down.
“Wallace Martin will bring the shoes over soon.
In the meantime, why don’t you make do with your own?” He suggested.
“I really don’t mind being barefoot.
It’s hot anyway, the floor feels just right.
Otherwise,I can just sit here without moving,” Peggy Lewis said.
Lyke Zhekova furrowed his brow lightly, annoyed at himself for not having been more thoughtful.
He should’ve already had everything prepared for Peggy Lewis at his home.
Even if she wasn’t planning on coming over, couldn’t he have made the preparations anyway?
After all, sooner or later, Peggy Lewis would come over.
Recognizing his own mistake, Lyke Zhekova said, “Okay, make yourself at home.
Do as you please.”
A clichéd response to a guest.
Although when uttered from Lyke Zhekova’s lips, the sentiment felt very different.
No matter what, Peggy Lewis couldn’t bring herself to treat this place like her own home.
All she could do was respond half-heartedly.
But she didn’t really feel comfortable walking around barefoot either, so she just sat obediently on the sofa.
Lyke Zhekova then asked, “What would you like to drink?
I have mineral water, green tea, black tea, Pu-erh, Oolong tea, and coffee in the house.”
He didn’t have any juice because he didn’t have a sweet tooth.
“Mineral water is fine.” Everything else needed to be brewed and that was too much of a hassle.
Lyke Zhekova brought two bottles of mineral water over.
He opened one of them and handed it to Peggy Lewis.
“What do you usually like to drink?” Lyke Zhekova asked.
“Just water is fine.” Peggy Lewis replied.
She was afraid that if she said something else, Lyke Zhekova would rush off to buy it for her.
Peggy Lewis genuinely didn’t want to trouble him.
“We’re not friends?” Lyke Zhekova asked.
“Huh?” Peggy Lewis didn’t understand what Lyke Zhekova was getting at.
Why did he bring that up?
“If we’re friends, why are you being so polite with me?” Lyke Zhekova quirked a brow, “You’re being overly polite.”
“Won’t you even tell me what you like to drink?
Are you afraid of troubling me?” Lyke Zhekova asked.
Peggy Lewis didn’t answer.
“If you’re worried about being a bother, then we aren’t real friends,” Lyke Zhekova said.
Peggy Lewis remained silent.
“Do you really only enjoy drinking water?” Lyke Zhekova asked again.
Obviously, he wasn’t buying her answer.
Evasive, Peggy Lewis said, “I…like sweet drinks.”
“Anything sweet, doesn’t matter what it is.” Peggy Lewis finally admitted.
Lyke Zhekova laughed, “You’re like a child.”
“…” Peggy Lewis waved her hands defensively, “Not like a child, I don’t have that big a sweet tooth.”
Lyke Zhekova raised an eyebrow as Peggy Lewis added, “I like lightly sweetened drinks, like a mildly sweet green tea or a light peach-flavored water.
I’m not a big fan of overly sweet fruit juices or anything like that.”
Lyke Zhekova laughed again, opened a takeout app, and asked Peggy Lewis, “So, what do you usually drink?”
Peggy answered a tad hesitantly, which didn’t escape Lyke Zhekova’s notice, “Answer honestly.”
Peggy Lewis: “!”
“I usually drink a lot of white peach water and there’s also one type of white peach powder that you can brew.
It tastes sweet and smells great, leaving an aroma of peaches throughout the room.” Showing her Amazon order history to Lyke Zhekova, Peggy Lewis explained,
“I usually buy in large quantities.
If I notice my stock running short, I’ll buy more to store for later.”
Lyke Zhekova viewed her order and then opened the takeout app to search.
The nearby convenience store didn’t carry any.
But a little farther away, a supermarket that sells imported goods had what she was looking for.
Lyke Zhekova placed an order for the items to be delivered.
While looking at a few other products, Lyke Zhekova asked Peggy, “Do you like peach oolong tea?
I’ve noticed you seem to like peach flavored things.”
“I do,” Peggy replied promptly and honestly.
“Alright,” Lyke Zhekova nodded, and added that to the list as well.
He also grabbed some snacks that he thought a girl might like.
He bought a variety of them assuming that there had to be something Peggy would like.
Meanwhile, Wallace Martin and Henry Hertz crossed paths downstairs from Lyke Zhekova’s apartment.
The two remained speechless for a bit.
Wallace Martin asked, “What brings you here?”
They knew each other.
Henry replied, “Apparently a friend of Mr.
Zhekova’s got a bit hurt.
Our CEO sent me to drop off some medication.”
“What about you?” He asked.
“Our Future CEO’s Wife is upstairs at our CEO’s place, but he doesn’t have any women’s slippers prepared.
He asked me to go buy a pair and deliver them,” Wallace answered.
Henry Hertz latched onto the phrase, “Future CEO’s Wife”.
Chapter 997: It’s All Intentional, Right?_1 “Could the future CEO’s wife of your family be that friend Mr.
Lyke Zhekova mentioned?” Henry Hertz asked.
Lyke Zhekova even claimed she was a friend.
How could Wallace Martin be so sure that she is his future CEO’s wife?
“Well, you have less understanding of our CEO than I do,” said Wallace Martin, “It’s a long story, anyway, she is bound to be my future CEO’s wife.”
The moment Henry Hertz heard this, he leaned closer to Wallace Martin.
Putting his head close to Wallace’s, he said, “Bro, if I may speak frankly, I came here on a mission.”
“What mission?” Wallace Martin asked.
“Dr.
...
Timothy felt some anomaly in Mr.
Lyke’s situation.
Though he claims her to just be a friend, Dr.
Timothy senses she’s a special friend.
Once he spoke to our CEO about this, I was assigned to investigate,” Henry Hertz explained.
“Damn!” Wallace Martin patted Henry Hertz’s shoulder, saying, “You don’t need to sneak around with this.”
“Our CEO, knowing your purpose for coming, would definitely let you see whatever you wanted freely,” Wallace Martin said.
“Huh?” Henry Hertz has been following Nathan Spencer after all.
Nathan Spencer’s reticent nature especially put Henry Hertz’s ability to react under great evaluation.
Therefore, when Wallace Martin said this, it took only a few seconds for Henry Hertz to grasp the implication.
“I see,” Henry Hertz nodded, “To show off, isn’t he?
Understood.”
That’s a fundamental rule of The Big Eight families.
He understood.
Although Wallace Martin had never experienced it personally—as showing off hadn’t been his boss’ turn yet—he had seen a series of operations from guys like Zane Hamilton and Adrian Zhekova.
Therefore, Wallace Martin empathized; he understood too.
Just at this moment, a takeout delivery guy cycled up.
After dialing the number on Lyke Zhekova’s door plate, he connected to the intercom inside the house.
Hearing that, Wallace Martin quickly got in front of the camera, saying, “CEO, I’m also here.
Shall I bring it up for you?”
Seeing it was Wallace Martin, Lyke Zhekova said, “Alright, bring it up together.”
The delivery guy, confirming that Wallace Martin was acquainted with Lyke Zhekova, gave all the stuff to him.
Being unable to carry all the items by himself, Henry Hertz helped to carry some too.
The two arrived at Lyke Zhekova’s door and rang the doorbell.
Shortly after, Lyke Zhekova came and opened the door.
“CEO.” Seeing Lyke Zhekova, Wallace Martin called out in haste.
Henry Hertz voiced from behind, “Mr.
Lyke, I’ve brought you your friend’s medication.”
Henry was trying his best to control himself, not to look inside eagerly.
Not to make his intentions too clear.
“Come in, everyone.” After Lyke Zhekova’s quick response.
The two men lugged the things inside.
Wallace Martin was the first to take out the slippers he bought.
A pair of slippers were delivered in a rather formal shoe box.
“CEO, here are the slippers I bought for Miss Lewis,” Martin said.
Lyke Zhekova opened the box and handed the slippers to Peggy Lewis, placing them near her feet, “You try them on first.
See if they fit.”
Peggy tried them on: “Perfectly fitting.”
Lyke Zhekova also smiled, “That’s good.”
“Mr.
Lyke, here’s the ointment prescribed by Dr.
Timothy.
I have brought it for you,” Henry Hertz seized the opportunity to come forward.
He then sneakily had a look at Peggy Lewis.
So this is the kind of woman Lyke Zhekova admired.
But Peggy Lewis looked rather young.
Lyke Zhekova was certainly having a taste for tender grass.
“Is this the…
friend you mentioned, Mr.
Lyke?” Henry Hertz almost let the word “girl” slip out.
Fortunately, he stopped himself in time.
“Hello.” With shoes on, Peggy stood up immediately to greet Henry Hertz.
“Hello, hello there,” Henry Hertz readily extended his hands to shake hands with Peggy Lewis.
Peggy also naturally extended her hand.
However, just before their hands could meet, Lyke Zhekova blocked Henry Hertz’s hand.
They had just met and he was already trying to shake hands with her!
Wallace Martin’s eyelids twitched a bit, thinking to himself how fortunate he was not to have told Lyke Zhekova about the handshake between him and Peggy Lewis.
Hoping Peggy Lewis wouldn’t either.
Of course, in Peggy Lewis’s mind, it was simply a natural social etiquette.
It was something as normal and common as eating.
Peggy Lewis would certainly not bring that up out of context.
Just staring at her hand being blocked by Lyke Zhekova, she blinked in confusion.
Henry Hertz didn’t show any embarrassment, continuing to smile, “This is my business card.”
He carefully handed over his business card.
Receiving and looking at the card, Peggy finally figured out that he was Nathan Spencer’s assistant.
“The things have been delivered.
Now all of you should get back to work,” Lyke Zhekova looked perfectly reasonable saying those words, “It’s working hours now, it’s not good if you stay away for too long.”
Wallace Martin: “…”
Wasn’t it you who called me here?
Henry Hertz: “…”
Wasn’t it you who insisted on someone delivering medication for you?
“Okay, then CEO, I’m heading back to the company,” Wallace Martin said.
Henry Hertz said, “Then I’ll take my leave too.”
He then asked Peggy, “But I still don’t know how to address you?”
“Please don’t address me formally, it’s a bit embarrassing,” Peggy Lewis waved her hand, “Given that we are approximately of the same age, you shouldn’t use the formal ‘you’.”
Lyke Zhekova’s eyelid twitched.
Of the same age?
Peggy Lewis has never said that to him.
Peggy Lewis also took out her business card and gave it to Henry Hertz, “This is my business card.”
Lowering his head to take a look, Henry Hertz said, “So, it’s Miss Lewis.”
Lyke Zhekova, with a dark face, was thinking about how to get the card back.
But before he could make a move, Henry Hertz quickly put it in his pocket.
Lyke Zhekova: “…”
“Then, I shall also take my leave.” Henry Hertz announced.
Lyke Zhekova gave a silent, cold laugh, “Let me see you out.”
Wallace Martin knew Lyke Zhekova too well.
When did he ever escort anyone out before?
This must be because of Henry Hertz!
“How could I trouble you to see us out?” Henry Hertz hurriedly waved his hand, “It’s inappropriate to do so.”
“There’s nothing inappropriate about it,” Lyke Zhekova said, “The guests should be given a proper farewell.”
Henry Hertz wished he could reply to Lyke Zhekova, “Since guests should be treated properly, why didn’t you even try to extend us an invitation?”
However, in the end, Henry Hertz didn’t have the guts to say it aloud.
He ended up leaving with Wallace Martin.
Once Lyke Zhekova insisted on escorting them to the ground floor.
He then said to Henry Hertz: “The business card?”
Without uttering another word, Henry Hertz reached into his pocket, appearing to be quite straightforward.
In a short while, he took out a card and respectfully handed it to Lyke Zhekova.
Lyke Zhekova took the card from Henry Hertz and looked down.
[Assistant to Skyrise Group’s CEO, Henry Hertz.]
Lyke Zhekova: “…”
Were Wallace Martin and Henry Hertz doing this on purpose?
Giving him their business cards one by one!
“What do I need your card for!” Lyke Zhekova said irritably, “Where’s Peggy Lewis’s?”
Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Not Afraid – 1 There’s no way Skyrise could collaborate with Rui Shi.
What on earth is Henry Hertz doing with Peggy Lewis’s business card?
Ignoring Lyke Zhekova’s words, Henry simply said, “Mr.
Zhekova, goodbye.
You don’t need to see me out.”
After all, he wasn’t one of Lyke Zhekova’s underlings, he had nothing to fear!
With that, Henry charged straight into his car and smoothly drove off.
Lyke Zhekova: “…”
Turning around again, Wallace Martin was also gone.
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Lyke Zhekova: “…”
Unable to grab either of them, Zhekova had no choice but to turn back home.
Peggy Lewis was waiting for him at home.
Just as he walked into his house, he saw Peggy studying the medicine Henry had given her.
“Let me see,” said Lyke Zhekova, sitting down next to Peggy.
Peggy handed the medicine to Lyke Zhekova as he requested.
Zhekova looked at the instructions.
It appears the medicine needed to be applied on the wound and massaged until absorbed.
“Do you have injuries anywhere else other than your arm?” Lyke asked.
“No, just my arm here,” Peggy pointed to her own arm.
“Jacob Zahn only grabbed my arm a few times.
I have no injuries anywhere else,” said Peggy.
In her current attire, which was a shirt, rolling up her sleeve to her elbow was already pushing the limit.
If she needed to treat her upper arm, she’d have to undo her collar.
Obviously, that wasn’t appropriate.
However, from Zhekova’s perspective, he didn’t see anything inappropriate about it.
He was just concerned that Peggy might think it’s inappropriate.
So he said, “You can’t roll your sleeve up to your upper arm, can you?”
“Come with me,” Zhekova said, and then got up.
Not knowing what Zhekova planned to do, Peggy could only follow.
She saw Zhekova walking inward.
Although Peggy had not had the chance to look around Zhekova’s house due to her unfit slippers, she knew that the deeper parts of a house usually had bedrooms.
Would Zhekova…bring her to his bedroom?
Just as she was thinking this, she was led by Zhekova into a room.
Once inside, she realized it was a dressing room.
It was filled with Zhekova’s clothes.
The size of the dressing room alone was comparable to her whole apartment.
Peggy stood at the door, motionless.
She saw Zhekova walk a few steps, then stopped, randomly picked up a white shirt and handed it to her, “Put this on first,” he said.
Peggy was confused.
Zhekova explained, “My shirt is larger, has wide sleeves and will be more convenient to roll up when applying the medicine.”
Without even trying on, Peggy knew that Zhekova’s shirt on her would be indeed loose.
The shirt fit perfectly on Zhekova’s body, but he was much taller than her.
Plus, his body shape was good.
His well-fitting shirt might even pass for a dress on her.
However, wearing his shirt was, in a sense, too intimate.
The mere thought warmed her all over, and she felt her strength drain away.
There was no way she could do that casually.
So, Peggy said to Zhekova, “Actually, I can manage to apply the medicine by myself.”
Without any more words, Zhekova stuffed his shirt into Peggy’s hands saying, “Be a good girl.”
With his command “be a good girl,” she felt her bones weak.
Then, Zhekova gently pushed her shoulder, leading them around a corner to another room.
“This is my bedroom.” Before Peggy could even react, she heard Zhekova’s voice from behind.
As if explosives went off in her head, Peggy finally noticed the layout of the bedroom in front of her.
The room was decorated mainly in shades of gray, and it was very spacious.
The color scheme felt a tad cold.
But it was indeed a highly masculine decor.
There were no extra decorations in the room.
Unlike her home, filled with cushions, dolls and a plethora of other ornaments.
Occasionally, she would add some nice ornaments she came across while shopping to her collection at home.
But Zhekova’s room only contained necessary items.
Nothing else.
The wall opposite the bed was bare, except for a scroll hanging on it.
It looked like a retractable projection screen.
A projector was hung in the corner of the ceiling at the head of the bed.
A floor lamp was beside the bed.
Against one wall, there was a narrow and long desk, flush with the wall.
A laptop was casually placed on it.
It seemed to be a convenient spot for a sudden influx of work, eliminating the need to go to the study room.
The other wall had a wardrobe built into it.
Considering the spacious dressing room she had just seen, she wondered what kind of clothes this wardrobe contained.
The side of the room adjacent to the window had a large floor-to-ceiling window, designed the same as those in the living room.
The view was incredibly expansive.
A carpet was laid in front of the bed, with a comfortable sofa sitting on top of it.
In front of the sofa, a low circular table was placed.
On the table was a tray, and on the tray was a set of crystal cups.
Without needing any explanation from Zhekova, Peggy could imagine the scene.
Zhekova, fresh out of the shower, sitting comfortably on the sofa at night.
Holding a crystal cup filled with light-brown colored whiskey.
Gazing at the breathtaking night view, he must be extremely relaxed.
“Change your clothes here,” Zhekova said, “We have a climate control system at home, so it’s not cold.”
The temperature was always maintained at a level most comfortable for the human body.
Having said that, Zhekova was the first to walk out.
Before closing the door, he said, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.
Come out after you’re done changing.”
“Hey…” Peggy wanted to call him back, but Zhekova had already closed the door and left.
Standing there, dumbstruck, Peggy stared at the men’s shirt in her hands.
She looked around Zhekova’s room, feeling very strange about changing clothes there.
The room smelled just like Zhekova’s personal scent: cedar.
Peggy couldn’t help but imagine many scenarios.
She thought that the bedroom must be the place where Zhekova spent most of his time at home.
That’s why it had the same scent as him.
Peggy swallowed, nervous as could be.
She felt enveloped by Zhekova’s scent.
She even wondered if his currently spread-out bedding also carried the same scent.
However, she didn’t dare lean over to smell it.
That would be too intrusive.
Peggy took a deep breath, closed the curtains, and started changing her clothes.
Even though they were high up and there were no other buildings at the same height, changing in front of such a large window, so brightly lit, she still felt a bit insecure.
Peggy took off her shirt and put it on Zhekova’s bed.
The sight of it was too suggestive.
She then picked up Zhekova’s shirt to put on.
As expected, Zhekova’s shirt was indeed very large.
The shoulder seams were on her upper arm.
Chapter 999: Fully Boyfriend Material_1 The sleeves of the shirt on her looked like cascading water.
They were too long, completely covering her hands.
The hem of the shirt nearly reached her knees.
The whole thing was too baggy.
“This is totally the boyfriend look,” mumbled Peggy Lewis.
“I never actually had a chance to dress like this before,” she chuckled.
During her off-duty hours, Peggy Lewis also enjoyed casual attire.
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Be it sweatshirts, loose shirts, sweaters, and so on, she always chose to buy sizes that were one or two larger than her actual size.
They were comfortable and, more importantly, made her look slimmer.
However, even though one might call it the boyfriend style, it was not really about wearing her boyfriend’s clothes.
Heck, she never even had a chance to wear any man’s clothes before.
How was it feeling now…
somewhat…
sweet?
She felt rather content inside.
Peggy Lewis looked down at herself and her outfit.
Well…
even though she was single, at least she got to experience the feeling of wearing a boyfriend-style shirt.
The real deal – a man’s shirt!
But the shirt didn’t carry the usual scent of pine that usually lingered on Lyke Zhekova.
Instead, it had a very clean and fresh scent, as if it had just been washed.
Peggy Lewis scanned Lyke Zhekova’s bedroom and realized that not even a simple mirror was present, let alone a full-length one.
She didn’t even have a way to see how she looked wearing Lyke Zhekova’s shirt.
Peggy Lewis thought for a moment and figured she could take a picture using her mobile phone.
She would keep it in her phone as a memento, not to share.
After all, this was her first time wearing a man’s shirt.
And that man was Lyke Zhekova.
She wouldn’t get another opportunity like this.
Didn’t this call for a memento?
Although Peggy Lewis found her line of thought rather inappropriate, she eventually went with it.
“I don’t care, I don’t care.
There won’t be a next time anyway,” Peggy Lewis said as she took a deep breath, “I must keep a memento.”
She felt like she was savoring the fleeting opportunity to wear the clothes of an idol whom she had admired for many years.
That was the sentiment, right?
Though she hadn’t actually been Lyke Zhekova’s fan for years.
But who else would have a chance to wear Lyke Zhekova’s clothes, right?
Even if she wasn’t planning on bragging about it, at least she needed to document the moment.
With that thought in mind, Peggy Lewis lowered her head and picked up her mobile phone.
Only to find out that she hadn’t brought it with her.
Her mobile phone was still out there in the living room.
Peggy Lewis was a little disappointed.
Well, great!
Now she didn’t even have the chance to keep a memento.
All she had left now were memories.
With a sigh of regret, Peggy Lewis left the bedroom.
Despite her not presenting herself as those TV seductresses who wore nothing but a shirt and showed off their legs, she was still not quite comfortable.
She was actually wearing her own trousers.
But the sensation was quite awkward while facing Lyke Zhekova in his shirt.
Peggy Lewis then began to feel a bit uneasy as she tugged at the hem of the shirt.
And shifted the collar uncomfortably.
Seeing her in his shirt, Lyke Zhekova’s eyes darkened, but he quickly concealed his reaction.
Inside, however, he couldn’t help but think how good she looked in it.
He wished he could see her dressed like this at home more often.
However, Peggy Lewis’s trousers seemed a bit too tight.
It wasn’t comfortable for staying in.
Why bother?
She should simply take them off.
Peggy Lewis had no idea what was going on in Lyke Zhekova’s mind while she herself was feeling a bit embarrassed.
“Ahem,” Lyke Zhekova cleared his throat.
“You…
sit here,” he said but instantly regretted it as his voice came out a bit hoarse.
He quickly fell silent.
After a few more throat-clearing coughs, he said, “Let me apply the ointment for you.”
Peggy Lewis nodded and sat down.
Her movements were stiff as she was a bit nervous.
“I know your arm is injured,” said Lyke Zhekova, “How about this side?”
Peggy Lewis promptly rolled up the sleeves on both her arms, exposing them.
Lyke Zhekova noticed that the bruise on her left arm was more serious.
The right arm wasn’t too bad, with just a slight bruise in an unnoticeable place.
It must’ve happened when she had the tussle with Jacob Zahn.
Lyke Zhekova took out the ointment and poured a bit onto his palm.
It had a somewhat pungent smell, like that of a refreshing oil.
He applied it onto the bruise and said, “Bear with it for a bit.
The instructions say it needs to be massaged in.”
“Okay,” said Peggy Lewis nodding, “No really, I’m alright.
You don’t need to worry.”
She could get better even without the ointment.
Lyke chuckled and began to massage the area, helping the oil to be absorbed.
However, he was worried that Peggy Lewis might feel pain, so he was careful not to apply too much pressure.
Peggy Lewis figured that since he had already started massaging the area,
It was bound to hurt.
It’d be better to just apply more pressure and dispel the bruise more quickly.
After all, she would still need to bear the pain, so might as well get the most of it, right?
So, Peggy Lewis said, “You don’t need to be considerate of me, just press harder.
It’ll help dissipate the bruise.”
Even though he wasn’t a doctor, Lyke Zhekova knew that more pressure at this time would yield better results.
He was just afraid that Peggy Lewis might not be able to take it.
Now that Peggy Lewis had said so, Lyke Zhekova, despite seeing her delicate arms and legs, made a reluctant decision.
He said, “I’ll try to gradually increase the pressure, and if you feel that you can’t stand it anymore, let me know and I will ease up.”
“Okay,” Peggy Lewis nodded.
Being single ever since birth, Peggy Lewis didn’t think too much when he said this and took it totally normal.
If she were the married Cindy Clarke and Adrian Zhekova told her this, she would definitely blush.
Lyke Zhekova tentatively increased the pressure.
After every increment, he would ask Peggy Lewis, “How are you now?”
“I’m good,” Peggy Lewis nodded.
Yes, it hurt, but not to the extent that she couldn’t bear it.
Lyke Zhekova asked frequently, but Peggy wasn’t bothered.
In fact, she patiently nodded to indicate she was okay every time Lyke Zhekova asked.
And Lyke Zhekova did ask every three or four seconds.
Despite this, Peggy Lewis didn’t find it annoying.
Instead, she thought that Lyke Zhekova was extraordinarily considerate.
After all the bruises had been rubbed with oil and massaged until fully absorbed,
nearly an hour had passed.
And Lyke Zhekova had patiently massaged her all this time.
When he was finally done, Peggy Lewis heaved a sigh of relief.
“Thank you,” she said shyly, “for massaging me for so long.”
“I didn’t mind,” said Lyke Zhekova looking at the bruise on her arm, “I wonder when it will heal.”
“It should be soon,” responded Peggy Lewis, “I heal pretty fast.”
Lyke Zhekova lowered his gaze onto Peggy Lewis’s foot.
Chapter 1000: No such thing as avoiding suspicion_1 “Do you want to wipe your feet?” Lyke Zhekova asked again.
“Huh?” Peggy Lewis was taken aback and then looked down.
She was barefoot, and her slippers also exposed her toes.
Noticing Lyke Zhekova’s gaze, Peggy Lewis subconsciously shrunk her toes.
She was worried that Lyke Zhekova might find her feet unattractive.
Moreover, because she had to wear high heels at work.
It didn’t matter how high the heels were, even flat heels of three to four centimeters were acceptable.
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The point was not to wear anything too casual, like canvas shoes, which would appear unprofessional.
However, leather shoes were inevitably less comfortable than sports shoes.
The toe caps of high heels tend to be narrow, squeezing the insole and toes.
After wearing them all day, it was inevitable that the bones of her toes and the sides of her insole would turn red.
Even now, they were still red.
Peggy Lewis thought it didn’t look particularly nice.
Just as Peggy Lewis was retracting her toes, Lyke Zhekova suddenly bent over and grabbed her ankle.
Startled, Peggy Lewis felt the warmth of Lyke Zhekova’s palm on her ankle, as if tiny electric currents were running through it.
It shot up from her ankle, causing a tingling sensation.
While Peggy Lewis was still stunned, Lyke Zhekova had already lifted both her feet onto his lap.
He also took off her slippers.
Because her complexion was fair, the red marks left by the shoes were particularly noticeable and bright.
Peggy Lewis shrunk her toes and was about to remove her feet in panic.
But both her ankles were gripped by Lyke Zhekova’s hand.
His large hand was warm, but it felt like firm shackles.
It scorched her, bound her, and immobilized her.
Lyke Zhekova thought Peggy Lewis’ ankle was extremely slender.
He could overlap his fingers with his thumb when holding it with one hand.
Her feet were delicate and fair, and given her height, her foot size was rather small.
Lyke Zhekova was beginning to understand why they say ‘delicate jade feet’.
They were indeed beautiful.
“Do you need to wear high heels to work all the time?” Lyke Zhekova asked with a frown.
“Our company has rules.
There is no mandate to wear high heels, but we can’t wear slippers, cloth shoes, or sports shoes.
Both men and women have to present a professional image,” Peggy Lewis also thought this rule was somewhat unnecessary.
But to make a living, to eat, one must compromise.
“It’s not a big deal.” Peggy Lewis struggled for a bit, “It’s okay.”
She tried to pull her feet back.
However, Lyke Zhekova’s fingers were already pinching the red areas on the sides of her insole, and he said with a serious look: “Do you want to stick a band-aid or something?”
“It’s okay, I’m actually used to it, so it doesn’t hurt,” Peggy Lewis replied.
Lyke Zhekova measured with his hand and found that Peggy Lewis’ foot was about the length from his palm to his fingertips.
He could hold her entire foot up in one hand.
This reminded Lyke Zhekova of the legendary dancing girl who could dance in the palm of one’s hand.
Seeing that she was indeed okay, and thinking that it would be overkill to apply more ointment, Lyke Zhekova let go.
He even had a slight sense of reluctance in his heart.
“Thank you for today.” Peggy Lewis looked down at the shirt she was wearing and said, “I…
I won’t bother you any longer.”
“I’ll take you home,” Lyke Zhekova stood up.
The reason he agreed so quickly was that he realized he hadn’t seen what Peggy Lewis’ home looked like yet.
Lyke Zhekova checked the time and calculated in his heart.
When they got back to Peggy Lewis’ house, it should be almost dinner time.
Peggy Lewis couldn’t let him leave at dinner time, could she?
By then, having dinner at Peggy Lewis’ house would be perfect.
“I’ll change my clothes,” Peggy Lewis said.
Lyke Zhekova nodded and said with a slight smile, “Alright, take your time, no need to be nervous.”
Peggy Lewis didn’t expect Lyke Zhekova to have noticed.
She giggled apprehensively and hurried back to Lyke Zhekova’s room.
Because she had been rolling up her sleeves while using the ointment.
Although the smell of the ointment was on her arm, it hadn’t seeped into the shirt.
When taking it off, Peggy Lewis was extra careful.
Even though the ointment had been absorbed by her skin, she still tried to prevent it from staining the shirt.
Luckily, the sleeves of Lyke Zhekova’s shirt were pretty loose on her.
So it didn’t touch.
Peggy Lewis put the shirt on the bed neatly before putting on her own clothes to leave.
“I’m ready,” Peggy Lewis said.
Lyke Zhekova looked at himself and said, “Wait a moment, I’ll change my jacket.”
He wore a suit to work, but it wasn’t work time now, so Lyke Zhekova didn’t want to wear it.
He went to the dressing room and chose a comfortable thin jacket instead.
As soon as he left the dressing room, he was standing opposite his bedroom.
His brows twitching slightly, Lyke Zhekova went back into the bedroom.
He saw the shirt that Peggy Lewis wore earlier on his bed.
Because Peggy Lewis was afraid of creases, she didn’t fold it for him.
He remembered when he took it out of the wardrobe earlier, it was hanging on a hanger.
So it was still laid flat.
Lyke Zhekova picked up the shirt and couldn’t help but sniff it a few times.
Although Peggy Lewis tried her best to avoid her arm touching the shirt, the strong smell of the ointment still seeped into it a bit.
Not much, but the collar had the delicate floral fragrance of her perfume.
It smelled like magnolia.
It suited the workplace perfectly.
It was low-key and subtly elegant, subtly present but not overwhelming.
Very fitting for Peggy Lewis.
Lyke Zhekova smiled faintly and then laid the shirt back down.
His main concern was that the scent on the shirt would dissipate when he came back.
Lyke Zhekova then returned to the living room, where Peggy Lewis was waiting.
“Let’s go,” Lyke Zhekova said.
Peggy Lewis went to the entrance to change her shoes.
Even though she hadn’t touched it, the slippers were neatly arranged in the entrance hall.
Lyke Zhekova glanced over and thought the scene looked pretty good.
His slippers and Peggy Lewis’s slippers were arranged together, presenting a very homey and intimate scene.
After both of them had changed their shoes, they set off.
Lyke Zhekova drove Peggy Lewis home again.
Having been there twice, Lyke Zhekova was already familiar with the journey.
The car stopped downstairs at Peggy Lewis’ house again.
When Peggy Lewis got off the car, Lyke Zhekova also alighted.
Peggy Lewis was wondering if not inviting Lyke Zhekova in would be impolite?
Moreover, the mobile phone was a gift from Lyke Zhekova too.
Peggy Lewis was somewhat torn.
Just then, she saw Lyke Zhekova checking the time.
Peggy Lewis looked at the time as well – it was already almost six o’clock.
So, in the spirit of reciprocity, Peggy Lewis proposed: “It’s already this late.
How about I treat you to dinner instead?”
Every time she thought of the mobile phone Lyke Zhekova had given her, Peggy Lewis felt very stressed.
She kept thinking of how to pay him back.
One or two meals certainly wouldn’t cover the cost of the phone.
So, she’d have to find more chances in the future.
Normally, given her character, she would never have suggested treating Lyke Zhekova to a meal.
But now that she’d even been to Lyke Zhekova’s house, she could no longer avoid the situation.