Chapter 120 I''ll Fix Dinner


    "Mrs. Wu, I''ll fix dinner. Get some rest." Daisy said to Mrs. Wu, who was gathering ingredients for the


    next meal.


    "Well. Mrs. Mu, it''s our job. We can''t let you do this." Mrs. Wu was shocked. She couldn''t rest while her


    mistress was preparing the dinner. Besides, did Daisy even know how to cook? She doubted it. Edward


    was quite fastidious when it came to food.


    "That''s alright. I am not as good as you, but I''m not terrible. Don''t worry. Edward will have a proper


    meal." Daisy promised as if she knew what Mrs. Wu was thinking.


    "Okay, then. I will help you with dinner, Mrs. Mu." Mrs. Wu rxed a bit. Not many young people knew


    how to cook now. But Mrs. Mu did. What a good wife!


    "Thank you, Mrs. Wu. I need your help anyway." She''d only lived with Edward for just a short time, so


    she didn''t know what food or vors he liked, but Mrs. Wu could tell her.


    "Mrs. Mu, that''s exactly what I should do." Mrs. Wu liked Daisy more with every passing day. She felt


    so lucky that Edward had brought Daisy home and made the luxurious vi like a home, not just an


    empty house. Hopefully, they could live happily ever after. May there be no more idents.


    The city never slept. The closer it got to night time, the busier the roads became, especially during rush


    hour. Commuters, just off work, now crowded the streets.


    Edward was annoyed. He tapped the wheel impatiently, his handsome face disyed his anger.


    ''Usually the road is less busy. Why is there a traffic jam now? So both Jessica and the road have it in


    for me?'' Edward protested inwardly.


    He checked his watch in frustration. If this didn''t let up, he''d bete getting home. He didn''t want to


    break his promise to Daisy.


    Just when Edward was getting bored, his phone rang.


    "Hey, Duke, what''s the matter?" Edward moved the car forward some.


    "What? I can''t call you just cuz I want to? It has to be for something?" Duke leaned against his car


    door. He''d waited outside YS Group for some time, but he saw no sign of Belinda yet.


    "Of course you can. But aren''t you supposed to be on a date? Why call me in the middle of a date?"


    Edward curled his lips and formed a smile.


    "Are you still at work?" Duke shifted the topic intentionally.


    "No, I''m on my way home. We''re barely moving in this traffic jam." Edward stopped his car again and


    waited for the traffic to move. He became more anxious.


    "Some day you should take the head of Department of Transportation out to lunch. He might be more


    motivated to do something about the traffic." Duke quipped and temporarily forgot his bad memories


    with Belinda.


    "Humph! It should be him treating me. My time is too valuable. He should feel sorry for the jam."


    Edward nudged forward. His handsome face was getting more and more anxious.


    "That''s a good idea. Take me as well. I''d like to hear the apology." Duke also disliked congestion, but it


    was the price of living in a big city. He didn''t bother himself too much with it.


    "Hah, that old guy is not so important that both of us get to dine with him." Finally cars started moving


    faster, easing Edward''s worries a bit.


    "Just think of dining with him as doing charity." Duke looked at his watch, wondering if Belinda was


    avoiding him. Butst night when she left, they were all good.


    "Shame on you. You try to take advantage of him, but pass it off as generosity. Come on. So why did


    you call, anyway?" He could sense Duke holding back. He didn''t call for nothing.


    "Well... Actually I want to ask you something. Do you have Belinda''s number?" Duke was a bit


    embarrassed to ask. This man had proudly dered that Belinda would be his wife, but today he found


    out he didn''t even have her number.


    "Wow, no way! You slept with her, and you didn''t get her number? I don''t know what to say. Maybe


    you''re just destined to be single." Edward found it hrious. Only poker-face Duke could make such a


    mistake.


    "Cut the crap. Do you have her number or not?" Duke was annoyed by Edward''s joking. He med


    Belinda for the embarrassment. One more strike against her.


    "Well... Actually I don''t have it." Aaron handled all themunications for work. Edward showed up


    only when a major decision was to be made, for example, he called Belinda only when she demanded


    to talk to him personally. Since he didn''t quite see eye-to-eye with Belinda, he didn''t bother to keep her


    number on hand.


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    "But YS and FX are partners, right? Howe you don''t have her number?" Duke retorted angrily. He


    shouldn''t have expected solutions from Edward. It was a waste of time.


    "Yes, we are partnerpanies, but you are partners in bed. Still... you don''t know her number." There


    was no way Duke could win in a war of words with Edward. The CEO was too silver-tongued to be


    beaten.


    "Okay, okay. Just find someone who knows and get back to me." Duke stood outside his car in a


    heatwave, and all these women stared at him. Every woman except the right one. He''d had enough.


    Duke''sst frayed thread of patience snapped.