President’s Sweet Wife

Laura was surprised.

She knew Stephen's assistant, a boy from the north named Timothy.

She didn't know that he could cook.

Laura felt a little embarrassed. She was about to reject it, but Stephen didn't give her the chance.

The director was calling him over, he answered and stood up quickly. Then he said to Laura, "I gotta work now. Let's talk during lunch."

He said and left in a hurry.

Laura's mouth was still open with the words of refusal stuck in her throat. She felt it hard to say it out now, so she could only swallow them back. Timothy brought her some soup in a thermos at noon.

He was young, 20 years old at most. He was a cute and sweet boy, always calling other people "sister" or "brother".

Everyone in the crew liked him.

Laura didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt Timothy's attitude toward him was different today.

She felt that... he was being more hospitable and earnest.

He was as enthusiastic as a lost lamb seeing its mother.

Laura was puzzled, but she didn't ask him. She thanked him and accepted the soup.

Later, Stephen came over with a small stool.

"Laura."

Seeing him with a bright smile, Laura somehow felt a bit weird.

She forced a smile and asked, "You done?"

"Yeah... I'm almost starving. Right... did Tim send you the soup?"

Laura nodded and pointed to the blue thermos next to her. "I haven't had time to eat it, but I've already smelled the nice aroma."

Stephen put on a mysterious smile when he heard that. He said, "Then you should taste it now. I hire Tim as my assistant partly because I was told that he was a good cook. You know, as actors and actresses, it would be a shame if we don't eat well, given how little we eat because we're always on a diet, right?"

Laura didn't know what to say, so she smiled and nodded.

"Exactly."

"So just have some. Let me help."

"Thanks. It's OK."

"You're welcome."

Stephen ignored what she said. He took over the thermos and poured a bowl of soup for her.

Then he brought it to her like some treasure and stared at her with gleaming eyes, "Come on, taste it."

Laura was wearing an embarrassed smile. His passion was too much for her to take, but she felt it hard to refuse his nice gesture.

So she could only take it over and taste it.

The soup really tasted nice.

It was fresh and non-greasy, with a little sweet aftertaste. It tasted like a piece of work from a master chef.

Stephen hadn't taken his eyes away from her ever since she had the soup.

As soon as she finished, he couldn't wait to ask, "What do you think?"

Laura nodded. "Yes, it's delicious."

"I know, right?" Stephen laughed cheerfully, "I told you he's a very good cook."

Laura praised Timothy not for flattering. She was just telling the truth.

However, Stephan suddenly continued, "Now that you like it so much. I'll have him make some for you every day."

Laura was speechless.

Her smile froze on her face, and she looked at Stephen awkwardly. Then she said with an embarrassed laugh, "Um... I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

"Of course it is! Don't worry, I'll spare him from other daily affairs. He'll be our cook exclusively, which would make his work much easier. Look at you! You're so slim. You need more nutrients. Health is the priority of all" Laura would be a fool not to have known what he was after.

This was giving her a headache. She rubbed her forehead and sighed, "Stephen."

"Yes?"

Stephen answered with his big eyes blinking at her.

Laura raised her head and met his expectant eyes, then those cold and cruel words of refusal were stuck in her throat again. She could barely say a word.

After quite a while, she waved her hand helplessly, "Nothing. Let's have lunch."

Stephen smiled from ear to ear, "Great!"

The lunch was far from enjoyable. She felt awkward.

Stephen had been extremely nice to her, as if he was so afraid that Laura wouldn't feel his affection.

Laura had felt it, but she felt that he was pushing it too much.

He acted as if she was a baby that needed to be fed with a spoon.

He scooped soup, held her tray. Even Nichole felt a bit embarrassed, not to mention Laura.

After lunch, he sent someone to get them drinks. Laura stopped him in time.

"No, Stephen... we need to talk."

Stephen turned over and looked at her. He still hadn't realized the change in her tone. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Laura?"

Laura now felt a headache every time he called her name.

She forced a smile and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."

Stephen then realized something was wrong. There was something on her mind.

So he nodded and walked over. Laura took him to an empty lounge.

The door was shut right after he walked in.

Nichole and Timothy were left outside.

They stayed in there for a long while. Nobody knew what Laura had said to him, and neither would anyone know what Stephen said to Laura.

It was already half an hour later when they finally came out.

Stephen didn't look well. The reason was obvious. When he finally found a girl he really liked and he had plucked up the courage to tell her his feelings, he was rejected. Laura might also have turned down his hopes for the future. He just felt hurt, as anyone else would do.

Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

Nichole hurriedly walked over and looked at Stephen with sympathy. Then she asked Laura in a low voice, "Is he alright?"

Laura looked indifferent and said, "He's fine."

Now that she knew they had no future, it was better for her to make it clear for him as early as possible.

That would save time for him and save trouble for her.

She knew Stephen was a good guy. He was Natalia's friend and Archie's cousin.

She didn't want to upset him because of anything; she didn't want this to affect his friendship with Natalia.

So it was the best choice to make everything clear between them.00