Chapter 206 Compromise


    nca was weak and drunk. And then she fainted. Matthew was stunned, bewildered by the ident.


    He looked down at his clothes, which were desperately nasty. Anger was boiling up inside him because


    of his mysophobia. Then he looked at nca, who was lying sprawled on the ground with her eyes


    tight shut. Matthew didn’t know if she was passed out or asleep.


    Matthew dashed into the bathroom and took a bath. Then he called Mrs. Brown for help.


    When nca woke up, it was eleven o’clock. She had a great sleep that night. She stretched and took


    a deep, satisfied breath. The sun was shining through the windows. Feeling the warm sunshine, nca


    was in a very good mood. She looked around and found she was already at home. Then she noticed


    her clothes had changed, and soon, she remembered what had happenedst night. She had thrown


    up on Matthew. Just thinking about it, nca was absolutely stunned, her mouth hanging open.


    At this moment, Mrs. Brown came in. “Are you awake, Mrs. Grant? Mr. Grant asked me to make some


    delicious food for you. Look, I’ve done it! Come and get it,” Mrs. Brown said and put the meal on a


    table. The smell made nca’s mouth water. She forgot all her troubles and began to wolf down the


    tasty meal.


    “How did I get back here, Mrs. Brown?” nca said, after she was full.


    After years of working as a servant, Mrs. Brown had learned to read men’s faces. She knew she had to


    be a peacemaker in the family. She smiled and said, “I’m the right person to ask, for I’ve seen it with my


    own eyes. Last night, you were so drunk and Mr. Grant brought you home.”


    Matthew? nca stared at Mrs. Brown, uprehending. “That can’t be true, because I threw up on


    him! You know, he has mysophobia.”


    Mrs. Brown chuckled. “Yeah, you did it.” Yesterday, after she got Matthew’s call, she went to that bar.


    When she arrived, nca was lying on the ground and Matthew was washing his hands.


    “Mr. Grant is still angry, Mrs. Grant. You need to behave well and try to soothe him,” Mrs. Brown


    continued.


    “Er?” Before nca had grasped her meaning, Mrs. Brown said, “Could you bring Mr. Grant his lunch?


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    The driver is already waiting outside.”


    nca wanted to say no, for she and Matthew were still in a fight, but Mrs. Brown had seen her


    through. Mrs. Brown sighed and said, “What a pity. Mr. Grant’s suit has been covered in vomit. You


    know what? It is his favorite suit and is designed by a renowned Italian designer. I heard the suit is


    worth one million dors!”


    One million dors?! nca almost jumped in surprise. She knew she was in very big trouble, for the


    “I’ll bring it to him.” nca said and managed a smile. Shepromised and took Matthew’s lunch


    boxes.


    As nca sat in the car, shepsed into silence, looking out of the window. She knew there was only


    one thing that she could never bepromised. That was, she must work with Peter, as his assistant.


    The driver turned up the radio and songs echoed in the car. After a few moments, a familiar voice came


    from the radio.