Sweet Twins

Doris finally opened her eyes. Now that she was wide awake, everything started to dawn on her. "Oh, it's you, Nancy! I must have talked in my sleep. How did you find me?"

"Are you out of your mind?! You're cooking, and you're cooped up in here, sleeping?!" Nancy's voice rose to the roof, frustrated at how reckless Doris was.

"Oh, my god! I totally forgot about it!" Now, Doris' eyes grew wide as if she had seen a ghost passed by.

Without any other word, she shook off Nancy's hand and jumped off the bed before rushing into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, Nancy flashed a triumphant smile as she followed behind.

Yes, she said that on purpose to frighten Doris so that she wouldn't commit the same mistake of sleeping while something was on the stove.

At this time, Jay hobbled down the stairs, struggling to keep the kitchen under his control.

"Doris, where have you been?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"I...uhm..I...ah... I just went to the bathroom." Doris glanced at Nancy before responded with a slight smile. Her hands rubbed the sides of her legs to ease her frenzy.

"Oh, you've been in there for such a long time that you almost made the kitchen explode," Jay joked with a hint of sarcasm on his tone.

"I know, I'm sorry. But I already prepared other dishes before the accident, so we can still have dinner!" Doris retorted enthusiastically.

Her biggest advantage was that she wouldn't get entangled with a single problem for long. If it could be solved, she might as well do, but if it couldn't, then the best thing on her dictionary was to let it go.

For example, even if one of the dishes had been overcooked, they could still eat the already finished ones. Easy––problem solved!

"That's so excellent of you, Doris!" said Jay helplessly, flashing a grin on the woman.

"Of course, I am. Otherwise, how could I treat you?" Doris responded, grinning back at his man.

Charles and Nancy both smiled too, noticing the silly exchange of remarks between the two lovers.

Why are you laughing?" If their secret had not been out yet, Doris would have already felt embarrassed. But now that it was out in the open––at least to Nancy––she decided to fully face it. "I cooked us dinner. You can choose to eat it or not. As for me, I'm starving, so

over to the sink to

she look like a hostess?" Charles teased, referring to Doris, who was now holding

I'm going to be pissed off if she really is a hostess,"

don't like what you said, Mr. Fang. It seems that you just need Doris to take care of you. But even so, you should learn to respect others when you trouble them. You'd better control your temper, Mr. Fang, or I

course not! I mean, yeah, I do admit that she is taking care of me, but it's her duty. You know I'm injured because of her, right? And the table!

you mean one hundred million?" Nancy's face changed instantly. This time, her poker face

was such a massive

Doris get into trouble?" she asked nervously. The sudden mention of that colossal

housekeeper." Doris' voice, which was evidently filled with bitterness, resounded

hide it

massive burden on her part, and she needed someone to share it with. Who better to do that than with

asked as soon as she stepped

on Doris' cheek as

see.

by Charles, Jay sat down

hotel. Without leaving any detail in

now understand the whole thing?" Jay asked

even though he was hoping Nancy would side with him, the latter did otherwise. What she said next sent him in utter disbelief. "You deserve it!" Nancy disputed, glaring at him with her most vicious

he continued, "If I hadn't done that, she would be in much greater trouble! There are only two of those tables in the world. It's worth a hundred million, but I still

Charles rubbed his fingers against his chin, pondering for a while before saying, "I'll deal

number. Seconds later, he held it against his right ear as he dialed the owner of the

he did was ask a question, and the hotel owner took control of the conversation. "It's not worth your bother, Mr. Gu. You pass my words to Mr. Fang. It's all right. He shouldn't worry about that

Charles

"Not at all."

type of businessman who'd never take a risk if he knew he was on the

he invested in that hotel, the owner wouldn't mind