Chapter 15 Gossip about Mr. Donovan
"Hmm."
Hubert replied in a low voice.
Teresa walked over while she was holding a small clear plastic bag.
"I bought stinky tofu. Do you want some?"
Hubert stared at her with a grim face. She had never stopped eating at the party. Hadn't she still had enough?
She was such a foodie!
"Although stinky tofu smells bad, the more you eat it, the more delicious it will taste. The man that I loved used to like it."
Then Teresa sat down beside Hubert. The moment she opened the bag, the smell of stinky tofu emanated from it. Hubert moved to the side and tried to keep some distance from Teresa in case he would choke on the smell he wasn't used to.
"The man you loved?"
"The one printed on the dollar."
Hubert was speechless, because money was a series of numbers on a bank card to him.
"Would you like to try it? I mean it! It's delicious. I like it."
"I don't want it. And can you go outside to the balcony to eat? I can't stand the smell."
Seeing him look like he was about to throw up, Teresa quickly walked away with the bag. Then she muttered to herself that people with high incomes probably all lead a particularly refined life.
On the balcony, Teresa ate happily.
Hubert could see her back from inside the house. He felt very bad, but he didn't know what to say.
After all, everyone's preferences were different.
"Mr. Donovan, since you don't have to work late tonight, could you get up a little earlier tomorrow?"
Teresa asked Hubert, who was sitting in the house, from the balcony.
After a moment of silence, Hubert asked coldly, "What's wrong?"
Teresa thought he was probably a cold person by nature. From the first time she met him, he always spoke to her in a cold tone.
Teresa complained in her mind about Hubert. Anyway, she was just teaming up with him. If she ever couldn't get along with him anymore, she would divorce him.
"I want you to drive me to the florist in the market tomorrow and buy some potted flowers to keep on the balcony. After all, you have a car. It will be more convenient for you to drive me there."
Hubert remained silent.
"If you can't get up that early, you can also lend me your car. I'll drive there myself."
"What time?"
After hesitating for a short while, Hubert asked her the time and decided to get up early tomorrow morning to go with her to the florist to buy some potted flowers to decorate their balcony.
"6 a.m. We'll have breakfast first. Then we'll go buy flowers. In the meantime, we can buy some daily necessities."
Since the first day Teresa moved here, she had noticed that many things were not available in this house. She even suspected that Hubert hadn't lived in the house before she moved in, because it did not look like someone had ever lived here.
"Alright."
Hubert replied.
After Teresa finished her stinky tofu and came in, Hubert asked, "Did you close your store this early tonight?"
"I wasn't in the store tonight. My friend had a party to attend. And she asked me to accompany her. By the way, Mr. Donovan, I want to ask you something. I don't know if you'd like to answer it."
Teresa sat down across from Hubert. She looked with her big, pretty eyes at Hubert sitting across from her. He was indifferent and treated her badly, and she knew he had built up a defense in his mind against no one else but her.
However, he was really handsome and was as pleasing to the eye as a splendid landscape.
"The party tonight is at the Watenll City Hotel. I heard that the hotel is owned by the richest family. And the son of the richest family is here tonight. I heard his last name is also Donovan. Mr. Donovan, you are not related to the richest family, are you?"
Hubert said calmly in a cold tone, "I am related to his family ages ago."
Teresa sighed with relief. Then she laughed, "I knew you had nothing to do with the richest family."
Seeing her seemingly relieved and happy, Hubert asked curiously, "Don't you want me to have something to do with his family?"
"It's late."
Teresa laughed as she said, "Stop daydreaming."
"If you were related to the richest family in Watenll City, would you marry a stranger like me? I don't even have to think about it to know that the Donovan family has very high standards for choosing their daughters-in-law. Even if you were a distant relative to his family, I would feel you are way out of my league. And I would feel very uncomfortable with you."
"Since you have nothing to do with his family, I think we're still in the same class. I have no pressure."
Hubert pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
"I heard from your grandmother that you work for a big group. Have you heard of Mr. Donovan? He's the son of the richest family. He's here tonight too. But he was surrounded by people in layers. Gwen and I couldn't even see him on our tiptoes."
Hubert continued to purse his lips. However, the way he looked at Teresa became even deeper and colder.
"They say that Young Master Donovan always has a lot of bodyguards around him and doesn't even allow young women to approach him. Gwen also heard that Young Master Donovan is not married and has never had a relationship. So I guess he doesn't even have a girlfriend."
"He is so old and still not married. Mr. Donovan, do you think there's something wrong with him or his sexual orientation?"
Hubert almost bit his tongue in surprise at her words.
He glared at Teresa.
He didn't expect Teresa to question his sexuality right in front of him!
His glare seemed to be a shocking look to Teresa. Then she analyzed, "He made such a grand entrance. And he doesn't allow young women to approach him. Doesn't that mean he doesn't like women? If he doesn't like women, then he must have a problem. No wonder he is so old and still not married. As an ordinary person, I really don't understand how rich people think."
Suppressing the urge to strangle her, Hubert asked her coldly, "How do you know he's an old man? Does it mean there's something wrong with him since he doesn't like young women to approach him?"
"He is the head of the Donovan family and it's not a novel idea. And since he can be the successor of the family and successfully inherit it, he must be a mature and calm man of at least 35 years old or has reached middle age. For a young woman like me, what is he if not an old man?"
Hubert parted his lips and actually didn't know how to contradict her.
However, he could not tell her that he was only thirty years old and only five years older than her. Therefore, he was not an old man at all.
After quite a while, he asked her coldly, "Are you interested in Young Master Donovan?"
"Not interested. It's the first time I've heard gossip about Young Master Donovan up close, so I was curious and talked a bit more about it. Erica would love Gwen to win Mr. Donovan's heart, but Gwen doesn't want to marry into a wealthy family either. It's so complicated."
She had heard Gwen say that Erica had a miserable life when she first married into a powerful family. The Gaston family had millions in assets. Although it got rich because of the house demolition, it couldn't change the fact that the family was very wealthy. Since Erica still had a hard time after marrying into a powerful family, ordinary girls like them should not fantasize that a Cinderella story could happen to them.
"It's late. I'm going to take a shower."
Teresa couldn't find anything else to talk about after chatting with Hubert. They still didn't know each other well.
She got up, walked away, and retrieved her clothes from the balcony. She said, "When you renovated the apartment, you should have asked someone to install two rails on the balcony to dry your clothes."
Hubert remained silent. He bought a well-furnished apartment. Moreover, he usually didn't care about such trivial matters, so how could he have known that he had to install two rails on the balcony to dry his clothes?