Chapter 13 I Want to Thank Him

Allen returned to his company after leaving the nursing home. He had an emergency meeting right before he left his office. By the time he finished the meeting, it was already 9:00 p.m. “Mr. Whitlock, you haven’t had dinner yet. The restaurants you usually go to are closed now. Would you like me to send you back to the old mansion so that you can grab something for dinner first?” Henry asked carefully. Allen was a notoriously picky eater. He rejected eating most of the dishes at the restaurants and rarely dined out, save for a few fancy restaurants. Even when he had to entertain his clients, he drank more than he ate the food. Only the chef at the old mansion could satisfy his discerning palate, but unfortunately, he disliked going back there. “That’s not necessary. Send me back to the apartment,” Allen commanded coldly. Henry hemmed and hawed for a moment. He wanted to remind Allen that he might get stomach ulcers again if he did not take his meal regularly, but he did not have the nerve to say it out. He started the engine and sent Allen back to the apartment. When Allen went into the elevator, it was already 9:30 p.m. After that unpleasant incident last night, Allen did not expect Madison to wait for him. However, after he opened the door with his fingerprint, the first thing that greeted him was the aroma of food. “You’re back, Mr. Whitlock. I didn't know when you'd come home tonight, and since food won't taste good after it's reheated, I made you soup instead. Have you had dinner? The soup’s still hot on the stove. Do you want me to get you a bowl?” As soon as he opened the door, Madison poked her head out of the kitchen with a faint smile on her face as her eyes were fixed on Allen. When Allen looked over at her indifferently, she bit her lower lip as her cheeks flushed, causing people to have the urge to do something bad to her. Allen’s pupils narrowed. His gaze stayed on Madison’s face for a while before he looked away coldly. He ignored her question and went upstairs. “Mr. Whitlock?” Madison was stunned. She hastily picked up the bowl of soup in her hand and followed after him. “If you don't want to have it downstairs, I can bring it upstairs for you to eat. “That’s enough. Stop following me.” Allen suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around, his eyes cold and hard. Looking at the flustered woman in front of him, he said sternly, “Madison, do you really think that you can be my wife after the show you put up in front of my grandfather?” Madison felt a chill down her spine, and her scalp tingled with anxiety. “I… I don’t think like that…” “Heh…” Allen let out a scoff. “If you don’t think like that, then what are you doing now? Or do you think that you can get more money from me if you can make me happy?” “I… I don’t want to get money from you, either…” It was true that she intended to ask for $30,000 from him, but that was not why she had cooked the soup for him. “I… I just want to thank you…” Madison bit her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at him carefully through her shining eyes. “I heard from Royce that it was you who helped me at the Falard yesterday…” Allen frowned. Apparently, he did not expect his assistant to disclose something like that to Madison. “So… I just want to thank you…” said Madison, her voice getting softer and softer with each passing second. “You don’t need to thank me.” “Huh?” Madison was stunned. “If you save an ant, will you care how it feels? Madison, you need to understand one thing. I never wanted to help you from the beginning. It's just that it was too noisy at that time. You’d better know your own place,” said Allen with a cruel smile. After he finished speaking, he turned around and went upstairs. Madison stood as stiff as a ramrod on the staircase for a few seconds. Her brain was a mumbled mess, and she felt a searing pain across her face as if someone had slapped her. She looked down at the soup in her hands, and the words escaped her mouth before she could think. “But it took me a long time to cook this soup. Are you really not going to taste it?” He had not said that he had eaten anything, so it meant that he had not had his dinner yet. How could someone not have dinner? Even if she was an ant, even if he did not do it on purpose, the fact was that he had helped her. Madison did not like to owe other people anything. It would make her feel uncomfortable. It was just that there was nothing she could do to repay him. She just hoped that he would feel better after taking the soup. Holding the soup in her hands, Madison walked up the staircase carefully. She decided to put the bowl down and leave. Suddenly, the man in front of her turned around. He wore an angry expression as he looked coldly at her left foot that was about to step on the stair to the second floor. “Madison, I should have told you before that you’re not allowed to come to the second floor.” “I… I know… I’m not going up. I’m just going to put the bowl down and— Ah!” Before she could finish speaking, Allen pushed the bowl of hot soup out of Madison’s hand. The porcelain bowl fell on the stairs, smashing into pieces as the soup flowed over the floor. Madison’s face turned pale with fright. Before she could come to her senses, the man’s angry voice rang out. “If there is another time, get the h*ll out of my apartment!”