Chapter 109


    Cafe.


    Phoebe ordered a cup of Cafe Americano and asked Ste, “Ms. Radomil, what would you like to


    drink?”


    Ste said to the waiter, “A ss of milk, please. Thanks.”


    After the waiter left, Phoebe smiled faintly and said, “I didn’t know you don’t drink coffee, Ms. Radomil.


    Since designers need inspiration in your careers, I thought you need the caffeine more or less.”


    “I do like coffee. Just because of my health issue, it’s more appropriate for me to drink milk right now.”


    Ste didn’t think it’s necessary to let a person who she met for the first time know that she was


    pregnant. She made an excuse at random.


    Phoebe said, “Right. Ms. Radomil, you look quite well. I guess you must be very careful with your diet


    and drink usually.”


    Ste smiled politely. She changed the subject and came straight to the point, “Miss Steward, could


    you please let me know what kind of style your friend prefers? I can design a draft version for you to


    take a look at. If you have any suggestions, just let me know. Then I’ll modify the design.”


    “Well, we don’t have a specific idea yet, so currently there’s no special requirement,” said Phoebe, “Ms.


    Radomil, I guess upon your capability, you can design it freely. My friend favors the ‘Puppy Love’


    Series a lot, which meant quite differently for her. If she knew that her wedding gift would be designed


    by you, she must be overjoyed.”


    Ste said, “Miss Steward, thank you for yourpliment. I’ll have a try then. In a week, I’ll send you


    the first version of the draft. If you have any other requirements, I’ll add them on.”


    “Deal!” Phoebe gave Ste an email inbox, “Ms. Radomil, please send the draft to this inbox. Thank


    you.”


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    Ste nodded slightly, “All right.”


    Phoebe stood up, “I gotta go now. Ms. Radomil, nice meeting you. I look forward to your design.”


    “Nice meeting you, too, Miss Steward. See you.”


    Out of the cafe, Ste wanted to hail a cab as usual, but suddenly she recalled that the driver arranged


    by rence was waiting nearby for her.


    She exhaled. After taking a few steps, she received a call from Sherry, “How did it go, Ste? Made the


    deal?”


    “Yep. I’ll give her the draft in a week.”


    Sherry almost apuded. After a pause, she asked, “Ste, just now I epted the offer for you


    without your permission. Are you mad at me for that?”


    Ste answered with a smile, “You are helping me make money. Why would I be mad at you?”


    Although she didn’t owe rence any money now, she needed money to bring up her baby. Even if


    Sherry didn’t ept it for her, she wouldn’t reject it.


    It was her job. She didn’t need to reject the opportunity for Modesty’s sake.


    Sherry breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good then. Have you noticed that? Modesty’s face turned pale


    in anger. I guess she must be puking blood in her office now. I’m so delighted at the thought of the


    scene.”


    Ste said, “You’d better go back to your work. I’m going home now. Miss Steward asked me to design


    it freely, but I don’t have a clue yet.”


    If there was no requirement for a design, it meant the most difficult. Fortunately, at least she knew it


    would be a wedding gift. She decided to find her inspiration based on that.


    “All right. After you’ve finished this design, let’s have dinner together.”


    After hanging up the phone, Ste saw the driver standing not far away and waving at her. He called,


    “Mrs. Conrad, I’m here.”


    Ste walked over. After hesitating for a moment, she said in a low voice, “Please don’t call me Mrs.


    Conrad in the future. I divorced rence long ago.”


    “Yes, Mrs... Miss... Ms...”


    Besides “Mrs. Conrad”, the driver wasn’t sure what else he could address her. He couldn’t finish his


    words after stammering for a long while.


    Ste heaved a sigh, “Let’s go.”


    After all, it was the conflict between rence and her. It had nothing to do with the driver.


    As soon as she arrived home, Ste locked herself in the bedroom, starting to design the draft.


    When dinner was ready and the servant came to inform her, Ste replied, “Oh... I’m not hungry yet.


    Thanks.”


    She wasn’t hungry indeed, because she had eaten a lot of snacks when inspiring herself.


    ...


    When rence came home, it was ten o’clock in the evening.


    The servant walked up to greet him, “Good evening, Mr. Conrad. Would you like to eat something?”


    rence loosened his necktie and said indifferently, “Go ask her what she want’s to eat. She will get up


    at midnight and grab some food.”


    The servant said, “Mrs. Conrad hasn’t had dinner yet. She said she’s not hungry.”


    rence looked up at the second floor, creasing his handsome brows.


    Ste’s bedroom.


    When Ste was drawing the line of the ne, she heard a few impatient knocks on the door.


    She thought that the servant came to inform her about the dinner again, so she answered, “Alisa,


    please don’t bother. If I’m starvedter, I’ll go downstairs and cook something myself...”


    Before she finished her words, the door of her room was opened by someone.


    rence asked in a cold tone, “Don’t you know you should eat on time?”


    Ste looked at him, speechless.


    He was a man who ate his lunch at one o’clock the next morning. What right did he have to me her?


    Ste answered seriously, “I’m working now, so I forgot all about eating and sleeping.”


    rence nced at the snack bags next to her, “But you kept eating.”


    “That’s why I couldn’t have dinner. I had eaten too many snacks.”


    rence wasn’t in the mood to argue with her, “Come downstairs in five minutes.”


    The wretched man gave her amand.


    Ste put down her brush and walked out of her room reluctantly.


    Alisa saw them bothe downstairs, so she served the heated dishes to them, “Mrs. Conrad, Mr.


    Conrad said that you like drinking the fish soup recently. This is my first time putting the houttuynia


    cordoba into the fish soup. Please have a try.”


    rence retorted expressionlessly, “I never said that.”


    Alisa patted herself on the forehead, “Right. Right. Mr. Conrad, you didn’t say that. I just guessed that.”


    Ste took a sip and smile at Alisa, “It’s so yummy. Thank you, Alisa.”


    “Great! As long as you like it, Mrs. Conrad. Please enjoy your dinner. If you need anything, just call


    me.”


    After finishing the soup, Ste suddenly had an appetite to eat and felt hungry.


    When she had half done the dinner, she raised her head, only to find that rence was gazing at her


    without a blink, his eyes calm and deep.


    Ste felt creepy. She put down the chopsticks and asked tentatively, “Mr. Conrad, what’s up?”


    rence withdrew his gaze, “Nothing. Go on with your dinner.”


    Since he went upstairs and asked her to eat dinner today, Ste believed that she should show some


    care for him in return, “Mr. Conrad, do you alwayse home sote recently?”


    “You can’t fall asleep if I haven’te home, can you?”


    Ste was chocked up.


    She felt amused and annoyed. After a while, she finally could react, “Mr. Conrad, you must be kidding.”


    rence said in a cold tone, “Then it’s none of your business when Ie back every day.”


    Ste believed she had plenty of reasons to understand why rence asked her to move back - he


    wanted to piss her off. After he pissed her off, his wish coulde true.


    After a moment, rence said indifferently, “Has anyone told you not to talk while eating?”


    Ste answered quite sincerely, “I’ve only been told that a sharp-tongued person’s tongue would be cut


    off when he goes to Hell.”


    The dining room fell into the silence.