Nelson calmly pulled out two tissues and wiped away the remaining tears on Marilyn’s face. She shivered slightly at his touch.
He walked past her and said lightly, “Delete the files and I’ll pretend I don’t know anything. If another mistake happens, I won’t hesitate to take action against Vanco.”
Was this… forgiving her?
Marilyn suddenly felt enlightened. Gaining Nelson’s concession was no easy feat. She was overjoyed, instantly forgetting her previous sorrow. Watching the man’s back, she felt a bit elated: “Nelson, you’re still the best.”
It was quite unexpected that Nelson would let her off without holding a grudge.
Marilyn deleted the files and called her two colleagues, speaking very harshly, “If there’s another mistake, Vanco will go down with you. Think about it.”
The two colleagues looked at each other, relieved but puzzled. Their mistake wasn’t intentional, and they were prepared for punishment. They never thought Marilyn could actually resolve the issue, especially with Nelson…
How did she manage it?
Marilyn returned to her clear-headed state, changed out of the cleaning uniform, and still felt embarrassed recalling Nelson’s gaze.
To express her apology and gratitude, Marilyn cooked some dishes in the hotel’s kitchen, all of Nelson’s favorites, along with a small pot of porridge. She didn’t plan to face Nelson again and intended to trouble the diligent secretary once more.
The secretary was holding medicinal herbs to brew for Nelson, mostly traditional medicine used for regular health maintenance, which was particularly troublesome to prepare.
It was for Callie, who was in severe pain from her period. Nelson felt distressed seeing her like that and specially arranged for someone to prescribe medicine for her.
Callie had gone out and hadn’t returned yet.
The secretary ran into Marilyn. She asked, “Is this for Nelson?”
The secretary hesitated but nodded, very cautiously.
Marilyn smiled, “Let me do it. I know how.”
The secretary dared not let anyone else handle it. “Miss Ellison, others may not know your identity, but I do. Please don’t tire yourself; I’ll handle it.”
Marilyn stared at the herbs in his hand. “I’m not tired. This hotel is under my name. If I instruct someone to brew it, they’ll be more attentive, won’t they?”
The secretary was embarrassed. “Well…”
Nelson was dealing with business matters, with many documents piled up on his desk. It was very late; the sky outside was pitch black. The secretary felt tired just watching him and privately wished he would rest well.
The man had battled through the night and was truly exhausted.
Ben had repeatedly reminded him during check-ups to take care of his health.
After much consideration, the secretary handed the medicine to Marilyn and quietly instructed, “Then please, Miss Ellison. Remember to have it delivered once it’s ready.”
Marilyn smiled. “Remember to tell your boss that health is most important.”
Although Marilyn didn’t know what all the herbs were for, she was meticulous and brewed them for two hours.
The medicinal soup in the pot bubbled and emitted a bitter aroma.
It smelled bitter; Nelson might not even be able to drink it.
Once ready, Marilyn carefully packed everything and nervously knocked on Nelson’s door.
The man looked up from his work, his eyes filled with sternness. As he looked up, a trace of anticipation and tenderness flashed across his face until he saw the calm girl at the door. Suddenly, he fell silent.