Chapter 93 A Bet
"I have a suggestion for him, but I'm on Miss Lisbon's side, so I won't tell you."
When Teresa picked up the plate and fork, got up, and went into the kitchen, Hubert silently stared after her. After a while, he got up, walked over, leaned against the kitchen door, and asked in a deep voice, "You and Miss Lisbon have known each other for just a short time. Why are you on her side?"
"You're right, but I have never met your boss. Do you think I should take his side? I like her character, so I support her in pursuing Young Master Donovan. Do you have any problem with it? Your boss must be an arrogant person. When Miss Lisbon conquers him, he will become humble and spoil her. Ha-ha! He will not be arrogant anymore. Isn't this kind of plot interesting? It is a good story! I am idle in my store. When the online store's business is not good, I will try to write a novel based on how she pursues him. If it becomes a best-seller, I will make a fortune!"
Huber did not understand why she wanted to make money so much. Should he give her more money for living expenses to prevent her from thinking about making money all day long?
"My boss will never be conquered by Miss Lisbon. I take his side." Hubert was now increasingly skilled at lying and could remain calm during the entire process.
"Do you want a bet on whether Miss Lisbon can win your boss's heart? If you win, you can ask me to do three things for you which are within my reach. If you lose, You will have to take over all the housework for two months, including laundry, cooking, and cleaning."
Hubert readily agreed, "I'm going to write the bet down, and we will sign it, lest you go back on your words in the future."
Then, Hubert turned around and left to write the bet down. Seeing him so confident, Teresa felt a little unsure. He was working in the Donovan Group after all. Even though he had never met Young Master Donovan, he must know his temperament better than she did.
But Miss Lisbon was indeed an attractive woman which most men could not resist. Why was Young Master Donovan not interested in her at all? Was there anything wrong with him? Maybe her previous guess was true that he was gay. And that was why he had never had love affairs with women. Therefore, no matter how Miss Lisbon chased after him, he would not be tempted.
At the thought of this possibility, Teresa hurriedly caught up with Hubert and asked as she walked, "Mr. Donovan, all the people around your boss are men, right? Is his secretary a man? Is the secretary handsome?"
Hubert's black eyes flickered when he said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with having a male secretary? Many executives in my company have male secretaries, and the numbers of male and female secretaries are about the same."
Teresa thought she had guessed it right. Hubert picked up a piece of paper and a pen and sat down at the desk. Seeing him about to write the bet down, she rushed over, lay prostrate on the table to press the paper, and then snatched the pen from his hand.
Hubert raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a deep look.
"Well, Mr. Donovan, let's not write this bet down."
Hubert said with a half-smile, "Why? Don't you dare to bet?"
"Yes, I don't dare. I feel unsure. If your boss likes handsome guys or is impotent, I will lose for sure. So, I will not sign the bet."
Hubert was speechless.
Did he like men?
If he liked men, Morgan would have long resigned to stay away from him.
Was he impotent?
He was just not interested in her now. If he was interested in her, and they became a real couple, he would let her know how potent he was!
After a long while, Hubert got up, went back to his bedroom, and then slammed the door shut. And the loud "bang" showed how upset he was.
Teresa did not straighten up until he closed the door. Then, she picked up the piece of paper, crumpled it, and threw it in the trash can, muttering, "Fortunately, I thought about it carefully. Otherwise, I would lose to him."
This incident warned her not to bet on a man before she fully grasped all of his information. Otherwise, she would lose. She had made a bet but gone back on her own words, but she did not think it was a big deal. Anyway, they hadn't signed the betting contract, so it was normal for her to pull back. She then hummed to herself and turned off the lights in the living room. After returning to her bedroom, she swiped her phone on the big bed for a while before going to sleep.
The next day, she habitually walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and pushed open the window. When a cool breeze came in, she shuttered and quickly closed the window. The sky was overcast as if it was going to rain. And the coolness just now told her that the temperature had begun to drop.
Watenll City and Astroy City were in the same province, so their climates were similar. In the late autumn and early winter, morning and night were cold. But after the sun rose, the temperature gradually went up, and people would not feel cold anymore. But when it rained, people would realize they had to put on a thin coat. After stretching herself, Teresa washed up, changed her clothes, left her bedroom, and went into the kitchen to cook spaghetti for Hubert because he had said they would eat it this morning.
When she opened the refrigerator, she found there were few ingredients inside. She only saw a few eggs, and her favorite coriander had been eaten up last night. So, she decided to go to the wet market to buy some food back.
As soon as she walked out of the kitchen, she saw Hubert coming out of his bedroom. He was wearing blue sportswear and sneakers, so she guessed he was going out for a morning run.
"It's a little cold today, and I think it's going to rain. Do you still want to go for a morning run? Remember to bring an umbrella so that you won't get drenched."
Seeing her carrying her small purse containing her phone and keys, he asked, "Are you going to the market?"
"Our refrigerator is out of stock, so I'll go to the wet market to buy some food. Would you like to go with me? You can run to the wet market and then run back."
Thinking of the distance from Florence Garden to the wet market, Hubert shook his head, "I will run a few laps in the garden of our community. You can go to the nearby supermarket to buy food. There is no need to go to the wet market."
Teresa replied as she walked outward, "The food in the supermarket is a little more expensive. We must economize wherever we can."
Hubert looked at her back speechlessly and said, "The money for living expenses I give you is enough for us to live a good life. You don't have to be so frugal or treat yourself badly. Why are we making money? We make money because we will spend it! We should eat and dress well. Don't think too much before spending money."
Teresa went out of the door and stopped. After he came out, she turned around to close the door, locked it, and then responded, "You're lucky to have a frugal wife like me. If I waste money like some women who buy bags worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, can you afford to support the family?"
She then patted him on the chest and said, "Dude, be content. Appreciate the happy life you are enjoying."
Hubert was speechless.