Chapter 91 Depressed Young Master Donovan
Teresa closed the store at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night and rode her electric bike home.
"Teresa, safe ride!" Mrs. Rodriguez from the next store kindly reminded her.
Teresa smiled, "I will."
Staring after her leaving, Mrs. Rodriguez said, "She's a self-improving kid. Her life used to be miserable because she was surrounded by a group of blood-sucking relatives. Fortunately, she stood up and got out of their control."
Mr. Rodriguez replied, "Wait and see! Teresa is a very lucky person, and she will be rich in the future. First bitterness, and then sweetness. Those who bullied her will not even be qualified to lick her feet in the future."
Mrs. Rodriguez glanced at her husband, curled her lips, and said, "You've been talking nonsense all day long! If you're good at fortune-telling, why don't you go to work as a fortune-teller? Tell me when I will make a fortune! Hurry up! Move all things in and close the door! It is time to go to bed."
Mrs. Rodriguez didn't believe her husband could tell fortune after just reading a few fortune-telling books. If it were so easy, everyone would have become a fortune-teller.
It was half past eleven when Teresa got home. When she entered the door, the apartment was pitch black. She knew Hubert had not come back, so she did not lock the door.
It was a big apartment, but only the two of them were living in it. They both had to go out to work, so the apartment always looked cold.
Teresa felt a little hungry, so she went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and looked at the ingredients inside. Finally, she took an egg, an onion, and a handful of coriander, ready to cook spaghetti.
When she heard a rattling of the lock, she came out of the kitchen and saw Hubert pushing the door open.
"Mr. Donovan, good evening."
Hubert turned his head to look at her, nodded, locked the door, and asked while walking, "You just came back too?"
"Gwen has a plan tonight. So, I was on the night shift. I usually get home at about half past eleven at night. I'm going to cook spaghetti for supper. Would you like some?"
Hubert shook his head, "No, thanks."
He had had a business dinner tonight and had eaten and drunk, so he was not hungry at all.
Hearing this, Teresa cooked only for herself. When she came out with the spaghetti, Hubert was sitting on the sofa quietly, neither turning on the TV nor swiping his phone. She thought he had something on his mind, so she asked with concern, "Mr. Donovan, is there anything wrong?"
"No." Hubert took out his phone, put it on the coffee table, got up, took off his suit jacket, and looked at her.
Teresa was smart. So, she put down the plate, stepped forward, took the suit jacket over, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to untie your tie? Do you need my help?"
She was happy to serve a handsome guy. Hubert acquiesced without refusing her.
So, she thoughtfully helped him untie his tie. Looking at it, she said, "Your tie looks familiar. Is it the one I bought for you?"
Hubert murmured in his heart, "I've been wearing it all day, but she just noticed it."
But his face was still indifferent when he nodded slightly.
Teresa was quite surprised. She had thought he wouldn't wear the clothes and ties she had bought and had never expected him to put them on so soon.
"Do you need me to wash them?"
"No, thanks. Hang them up, and I'll wash them later."
They had a washing machine in their bedrooms each, so they washed their clothes respectively.
Hearing his words, Teresa hung up his jacket and tie, went back to the dining table, sat down, and took out her phone, intending to read the news while eating.
"Is my fortune cat completed?" Hubert suddenly asked.
"It is completed. But Miss Lisbon suddenly went to visit me. She likes it very much, so I gave it to her. We're living together, so I can make another one for you and give it to you at any time, right?"
Hubert showed a gloomy look and glared at her with his dark eyes.
Teresa said, "...Mr. Donovan, are you angry?"
Hubert said in a cold voice with a long face, "You gave my thing to others without my permission! Can't I be angry?"
Moreover, she had given it to Sophie who was chasing after her husband! She had given the fortune cat to her rival. What a generous woman!
Teresa stopped looking at her phone, walked over with the plate of spaghetti in her hands, sat down next to him, and said flatteringly, "Mr. Donovan, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Don't be angry."
Hubert glared at her gloomily, pursing his thin lips tightly.
Knowing that he was still angry, Teresa handed the plate of spaghetti to him and asked, "What about I give you my supper?"
Hubert said with a sullen face. "You've eaten it! How can you give it to me?"
He was a bit of a clean freak and would never eat anything that others had eaten.
"I've only taken two bites. It's OK if you mind it. Anyway, I'm hungry." Teresa immediately retracted her hand, continued to eat, and said, "My cooking skills are good. It is just ordinary spaghetti, but I cooked it into a delicious dish. You will regret it if you don't have a try."
"Teresa, don't change the topic! We're talking about the fortune cat."
"I've already given it to Miss Lisbon. I can't get it back, can I? She said she will accompany her mother to the beach for a vacation, so she must be out of town now. Besides, I don't know where she lives."
The villas that the rich lived in were high-end and had high-level security systems. Even if she knew where Miss Lisbon lived, she wouldn't be able to get to her home.
"I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should not have given the fortune cat that was supposed to be given to you to her without your consent. She said it was beautiful and liked it, so I gave it to her. Mr. Donovan, what about I give you one more thing? A fortune cat and a golden dragon with gold threads."
In the future, she would never give the thing she promised to give him to others, for fear that he would get angry. She hadn't expected him to care about such things so much. But it was indeed her fault.
Hubert's long face softened when he said, "This is not allowed to happen again!"
She had given what was supposed to be given to him to others, so he felt that she didn't care about or value him at all.
And she hadn't found out that the jacket he had taken off just now was the one she had bought for him.
Usually, she was smart and discerning, but today, she seemed blind. Even Morgan had noticed his clothes were different. She lived together with him but did not notice it.
The more Hubert thought about it, the more depressed he became, and his face which had just softened became sullen again.
Teresa nodded heavily and promised, "This will never happen again."
He was such a principled person, so she did not dare to do such things again. She had to send him one more golden dragon to let him forgive her. Although her handicrafts were not worth much money, she had to spend time making them.
When Teresa finished half of the spaghetti, she carefully peeked at his face. Seeing him still angry, she compromised with difficulty and said, "How about you pick another thing you like?"