Sidney woke up after only a few hours of sleep, the sky outside already bright. She glanced at the man lying beside her, gently covered him with the blanket, then quietly got out of bed. She greeted the butler and planned to prepare breakfast together.
"What does Jayson usually like to eat?"
"Mr. Nixon likes to drink coffee with bread or something like sandwiches in the morning."
"He has gastritis, don't prepare coffee for him today!"
Sidney took out the toast from the cupboard and put it in the toaster. She had originally planned to make some butter and eggs to fry with bacon, but thinking of his condition, she only sliced some fruit and blanched some vegetables as side dishes. When Jayson came downstairs, he was already dressed and ready to go. Sidney took one glance and knew he was heading out, so she quickly placed the toast on the table and went back to bring out the side dishes.
He spread butter on the toast and bit into the crispy edge, watching the woman who was busy in the kitchen. She brought out the side dishes and a glass of water, reminding him to take his medicine later.
"Coffee?"
"You just had gastritis yesterday."
"I'm fine now."
"But the doctor still told you to take medicine!"
Jayson didn't want to admit that the real reason he'd gone to the hospital last night wasn't because of anything serious. It wasn't stomach inflammation or anything dramatic. Truth be told, he'd simply eaten too much and then laid down, which had made him feel nauseous. But seeing the panic in Sidney's eyes, how frantic she'd been, made him go along with the whole hospital visit. It was all just a way to see her reaction—watching her worry for him had stirred something unexpected inside him.
Of course, he couldn't honestly tell her that, otherwise, they might end up arguing again. He really didn't like and hated arguing. With so many things to manage at work, he was already tired enough. It would be ideal to have peace and harmony at home.
He thought, I'll have coffee once I get to the office!
Jayson finished the toast, casually ate some apple, and took his medicine under Sidney's watchful gaze.
"Take it after every meal, okay? Don't forget to take your meds at lunch."
"Then remind me."
Sidney had originally thought of saying, why don't you have your secretary remind you? But she held back and obediently said, "Okay."
They both should give each other a chance.
Jayson entered the company, and Mr. Smith immediately approached him, informing him that Atticus President Sampson had taken a leave this morning because his wife suddenly went into labor.
"Should I call him and urge him?" Mr. Smith was worried that Jayson would take out his frustration on him, and he felt innocent.
Jayson thought for a moment, then said, "No need, let his assistant take care of his tasks today. Let him go."
"Yes." Mr. Smith pushed up his glasses, watching the man walk farther away and into his office. Is this really the same Jayson who usually can't tolerate anyone being late or leaving early?
During the day, Jayson would stay at the company he founded to handle affairs. At night, he would go to the club, which was not only a place for entertainment but also where rare high-ranking officials and dignitaries could often be found. It was also his place for socializing and business networking.
The new company was about to be established. In the beginning, the investment was more of an outflow, with substantial expenses. It would rely on the club's cash flow for turnover, so managing both sides of the business was crucial.
He spent the morning signing documents while keeping an eye on the U.S. stock market. Suddenly, his personal phone in his jacket pocket rang.
Jayson took out the phone and saw an unfamiliar number. He remembered the agreement from earlier this morning and answered the call.
On the other end of the line, a shy, sweet voice came through.
"Hello? It's me."
"I know."
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"What are you eating?"
"I don't know. I'm waiting for my assistant to bring me lunch."
"Remember to take your medicine!"
"Alright."
"Put it on the table so you won't forget."
"Mm."
"Are you coming back for dinner?"
"Yes, I'll eat. I'll be a little late though."
"Alright."
"I'm hanging up now."
"Mm."
The office door suddenly knocked. At this time, who could enter without going through Mr. Smith?
"Come in."
The door opened, and Atticus's tall figure swept into the office like a whirlwind, plopping down into the chair opposite Jayson.
"Women are trouble!" Atticus exclaimed. "She's not even due yet, but keeps saying she wants to give birth. I don't even know how many times she's played me!"
"…"
Atticus placed a paper bag on the table and gestured toward it. "My wife was craving those famous pastries everyone's talking about, so I thought of you. I went ahead and picked them up for you—took me two hours in line to get them! You should give them a try!"
Jayson glanced at the bag. He knew this was a trendy snack that had even been featured on the news recently. Many girls were crazy about it.
Atticus, after confirming that Jayson wasn't angry, patted his backside and left.
Jayson pressed the intercom button and summoned Mr. Smith.
"Take this pastry to my home."
"The boss wants this sent to your dad?" Mr. Smith, thought to himself. Send it all the way to the mountains? How far is that?! The pastries will be stale by the time they get there!
"...No, it's for my wife."
