Elsa sighed, “You can’t spoil her like this. What if she complains it’s not good next time?”
Winson charmingly smiled at Elsa, “Well, that’s obviously a problem with Auntie’s recipe. Natasha’s taste buds are fine.”
Elsa shook her head and took off her apron, “I’m exhausted from doing everything alone.”
Winson stepped forward and held Elsa’s shoulders, “Auntie, let me and Natasha take care of the last batch. You can go rest.”
Elsa gave me her apron and said, “Alright, work hard and become an apprentice today.”
“Mom…” I protested as my mom and all the aunties left.
I turned to Winson and asked skeptically, “Are you sure you can do this?”
“Do you still not believe that I made these?” Winson confidently placed the cookies into the oven with ease.
After finishing, he turned to me, hoping for praise.
“It seems like you’re really free,” I commented dryly.
Upon hearing this, Winson laughed and took out a small stack of packaging paper from his pocket.
He picked up a pen and wrote something on it. “Come on, Natasha, help me with the packaging.”
“What is this for?” I asked.
“Elly’s phone is not being answered, so it looks like it was confiscated. We can’t contact her, so we have to use this old-fashioned method.”
“But what if this doesn’t reach her and Eric takes it away?” I asked.
Winson confidently smiled and said, “That won’t happen.”
“How can you be so sure? This cannot go wrong, otherwise it will be difficult to contact her again.”
Winson patted my arm reassuringly, “Don’t worry. She has been eating the same pastries every day recently, and I got the packaging paper from Chengyiwai. There won’t be any issues.”
“You’re really going through a lot of trouble just to pass a message to Elly.”
Winson replied without hesitation, “The cookies weren’t made just to pass a message to Elly. They’re made for you to eat. If I wanted to pass a message, I could have just used Chengyiwai’s pastries. There’s no need for such trouble.”
Upon hearing this, I glanced at Winson who was writing, and then looked away and started to help with the packaging.
After everything was packed, Winson had the pastries sent off.
“I made these with a purpose,” Winson said calmly.
I glanced at him before looking away and staying silent.
“I hope that every time you eat these sweet cookies, you will think of me,” Winson said.
“I don’t eat too many sweet things anymore because I’m afraid of getting cavities,” I replied.
Winson sighed, “That’s fine too. I don’t want you to go through the pain of fixing your teeth again.”
Without realizing it, I touched my cheek.
This tooth was fixed with Winson. I still remember when my teeth were hurting every day. My dad wanted to take me to the hospital to fix it, but I refused because I heard fixing teeth was painful. Later, my mom brought Winson in and he used the condition that if I didn’t fix my teeth, I wasn’t allowed to see him to persuade me to go to the hospital. When I was fixing my teeth, I really felt like I was dying… When I came out, I was crying, but Winson was still smiling. I was so angry that I intentionally hugged him and cried on him, wiping my tears and nose on his clothes… But that day, Winson had an emergency meeting and didn’t have time to change his clothes. So he went into the meeting room wearing those clothes with white marks all over them, and faced the stares of everyone else…
Later, Winson said, “After meeting Natasha, there’s really nothing embarrassing that can’t happen in this lifetime.”
The oven made a ‘ding’ sound, and I immediately got up from the cutting board and said, “Alright, it’s done. I’m going back to my room to read.”
“Okay.”
I left Winson alone in the kitchen to clean up.
It was already late at night, but the light was still on in Eric’s study. The person standing in front of him placed a stack of files on his desk and said, “These are the recent movements of Winson and Natasha. Natasha has been secretly investigating someone recently. Here’s the information.”
Eric took the files and opened them. When he saw the person in the photo, Eric’s brow lifted in a curve. It was him…
Suddenly, urgent knocking came from the door. “Bad news, something has happened…”
Eric’s good mood was immediately ruined. Annoyed, he said, “Come in.”
The servant hurriedly pushed open the door and said anxiously, “Miss Elly cut her wrist and there was a lot of blood…”
Eric’s eyes narrowed and he got up to go outside the door, scolding, “That silly girl, what is she doing now?”
He went upstairs to Elly’s room. She was lying on the bed unconscious with a pale face.
“How bad is it?” Eric asked.
“When we found her, the bathtub was filled with blood and there was blood all over the floor,” the servant replied.
Eric looked toward the open bathroom, the sight of red making his heart race. He turned back and scolded, “What are you standing around for? Call for help immediately. Nobody can know about this, or you’ll regret it.”
“Yes,” the servant stepped aside to make a phone call. Edward received the call and drove over immediately.
Eric took Edward to Elly’s bedroom. Edward examined her wound and, finding it not too serious, began to stop the bleeding and bandage her up. After checking her body, his expression grew heavy.
Eric asked anxiously, “Is Elly’s condition serious? Why has she been unconscious for so long?”
Edward replied, “Elly has been unconscious due to the deep wound and excessive blood loss. It’s best to take her to the hospital for professional treatment.”
Eric replied sternly, “No, the hospital is too crowded and it will damage Elly’s reputation. You have to find a way to let her receive treatment at home.”
In fact, this wasn’t Eric’s true concern. He was worried that if Elly went to the hospital, Edward would contact Winson and Jack, with whom he had close relations.
Elly had to stay at home and wait obediently to get married.