Female NovelChapter 2143 “I can feel the fatigue. Let the former executives of the Lewis Group know we're meeting at nine tomorrow,” he instructed, already making his way out.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce awaited him outside. Chris Shelton, ever the punctual chauffeur, held the door open for him.
Chris caught sight of Edwin and promptly opened the car door, a gesture of respect.
Edwin slipped inside gracefully.
As he settled, Tina leaned closer, her voice gentle yet professional, “Good night, Mr. Evans.” Edwin simply nodded, his thoughts already drifting elsewhere.
A memory flickered-his promise to Laura about a homemade meal. He glanced at the time and sighed, realizing it was far too late.
The rich aroma of perfume encircled him.
Swiftly, he handed over his jacket to Tina, instructing, “Send this to dry-cleaning.” For amoment, Tina looked taken aback.
But before she could process, the limo's door clicked shut and the vehicle glided away.
ANGELA'sLIBRARY Edwin's voice broke the silence after a while.
“Pull over at the next corner; pick up some wontons at that restaurant.” Chris, well-acquainted with the routines and preferences in Edwin's life, grinned.
“Ah, Miss Thomas’ favorite?” Receiving no response, Chris focused on the road while Edwin sank into deep contemplation.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Memories flooded back; the chance encounter with Laura overseas and his deliberate efforts to win her heart.
With his charm, looks, and knowledge about her, it wasn't challenging to captivate her.
Yet, he wondered if he'd put too much into this relationship.
In the subdued lighting, Edwin's thoughts meandered to the recent conversation with his father. There was an impending meeting with the Smith heiress on Saturday. Potentially, an alliance could be formed with her, which would mean ending things with Laura.
It wasn't his intention to juggle a lover post-marriage. Laura, as endearing as she was, wasn't part of his long-term plans. In fact, he initially just intended for her to taste love's cruel sting.
The mental image of Laura, vulnerable and heartbroken, unsettled him.
She was delicate, the type to weep at the smallest frustration.
As the vehicle pulled up to Edwin's apartment, Chris, his driver, remarked, “Your villa is way closer to your workplace, Mr. Evans. Why not have Miss Thomas move there?”