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.

is my profession. 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

those words, she headed over to the sink to wash her hands and

like a hostess?" Charles teased, referring to Doris, who was now holding a plate on

a hostess," Jay snorted at that remark, slightly cocking his head on

you trouble them. You'd better control your temper, Mr. Fang, or I will take Doris away." Although Nancy spoke slowly, her voice was filled with conviction and severity, emphasizing that she was not kidding at

duty. You know I'm injured because of her, right? And the table! The table is worth one hundred million

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

million was such a massive amount

Doris get into trouble?" she asked nervously. The sudden mention of that colossal figure sent shivers down her

be here and serving him like I'm his housekeeper." Doris' voice, which was evidently filled with bitterness, resounded from the

didn't want to hide it from

a massive burden on her part, and she needed someone to share it with. Who

happened?" the latter asked as soon as she stepped to the dining

fell on Doris' cheek as she picked the

I see. I'll tell

Charles, Jay sat

got herself into trouble at the hotel. Without leaving any detail in secrecy, he spilled out everything from beginning to

now understand the whole thing?" Jay asked with a

side with him, the latter did otherwise. What she said next sent him in utter disbelief. "You deserve it!" Nancy disputed,

best friend, hoping the latter would back him on this. "Charles, I..." he managed to say but realized it was hopeless. So, 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 can't find the other table. The owner of the hotel is

usual, Charles rubbed his fingers against his chin, pondering for

for a number. Seconds later, he held it

owner took control of the conversation. "It's not worth your bother,

you," Charles replied

"Not at all."

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

he invested in that hotel, the owner