Chapter 343 It's Too Late
"Instead of 1 gram, we can do 0.8 grams," Abella tempered her grandmother's expectations with a gentle clarification, "The change is not in how often you take it; the bitterness will remain the same, with no significant difference."
"That's, that's fine... Abella, you're thoughtful," Madame Bourbon managed to finish the medicine in the bowl with Mr. Bourbon's care.
Afterward, the butler took away the bowl and soon returned with another.
"Sir, this is for you."
This was the medicine previously prescribed for Mr. Bourbon by Abella, beneficial for the heart, taken once a week.
Upon smelling it, Mr. Bourbon's brows furrowed deeply, but his granddaughter-in-law was present, so he mustered his courage, "The medicine Abella prepares always has a distinct aroma, a rich taste that lingers, Ha! Ha! Ha. So delicious indeed!"
Abella watched as he finished it in one gulp. The bitterness in his eyes evoked a shred of sympathy.
Beside them, Philippe's lips curved into a smile, "Delicious? I'll have Abella prepare a couple more doses for you to strengthen your body."
“Thank you so much! It's getting late; you should take Abella to rest," urged Mr. Bourbon, dreading that Abella might really make him more doses of the herbal concoction, which would surely be the end of him.
Abella knew that Mr. Bourbon wanted them to return to their two-person world sooner, so she said with a light smile, "Well then, Grandma and Grandpa, we'll be off first, and we'll visit again when we have time."
Phillipe's eyes showed a subtle change, and his whole demeanor softened. What she said was "we."
Since when did she start including him in her plans, saying "we" more and more often?
"Abella is right; we'll come again next time." Phillipe deliberately emphasized the word "we" and didn't forget to remind, "Don't throw away the medicine."
"Don't make me look bad in front of my precious granddaughter-in-law! I've never thrown away any of the medicine Abella prepared."
"Is that so?" Phillipe said directly, "That plant looks like it's been scalded to death."
Mr. Bourbon followed his gaze to the one-meter-tall plant between the living room and the courtyard, his words faltering, "That time, I didn’t hold the bowl properly and accidentally spilled. It's all because Scott gave me medicine that was too hot; that's why I accidentally let go. Scott, it's all your fault! Be more careful next time."
He then turned and faced Abella saying; "Abella, your medicine is so precious, how could I possibly throw it away! After finishing it, I even want another bowl!"
Abella couldn't help but chuckle, "As long as you didn’t get burned."
"See? Only my granddaughter-in-law cares about me! You ungrateful grandson, all you do is set traps for me to fall into! Humph!! Get moving!”
"We're heading back," Phillipe said, holding Abella's hand with a gentle gaze upon her.
After saying goodbye to the grandparents, Abella settled into the car, and after a while, Phillipe also got in.
He took her hand and while playing with it, he said, "Mr. Wodehouse has always been arrogant because of his talent. To have him eagerly invite you to play Go, must mean your skills are quite impressive, right?"
"It's okay."
"You won against Mr. Wodehouse, hence he wagered his beloved possession, which you graciously gifted to Grandma."
"You guessed that?" Abella looked up, a bit surprised.
Phillipe realized he had truly underestimated her; he hadn't expected her to be so skilled in the game of Go.
"Is there anything in this world you can't do?" As soon as Phillipe finished speaking, he suddenly leaned in close to her, his tone seductive, "I know of one thing." Phillipe looked at her blush-colored lips, his breath lightly touching them as he spoke, "You don't know how to kiss."
Phillipe's lips gently met hers, "This is how you do it."
Abella lifted her eyelids, teasingly asking, "You're not exactly an expert yourself, how dare you teach me?"
"That's because there was no space to fully exert oneself. It all depends on whether you provide the opportunity or not."
Does it mean she's to blame for not giving him more chances to be affectionate? More opportunities to shine? Even without permission, wasn't he shamelessly pushing forward anyway?
At this moment, Phillipe noticed someone standing outside the car and rolled down the window to ask, "Grandfather, do you need something?"
Mr. Bourbon had been standing there for quite a while, having seen things he was supposed to see, and even things he wasn't.
"Just... nothing, I'm out for a walk... a walk."
Leaving Grandma alone and coming out for a walk? Who would believe that?
"Carry on, carry on."
Mr. Bourbon turned to walk back. His spouse had been watching their car for a long time and thought it might have broken down, so he decided to come over and see if they needed to switch cars.
But it seems they were overthinking things. The young couple was just cozying up in the car.
The secretary was considerate, finding an excuse to get out of the car, and staying well out of the way.
As the car started moving, Abella vaguely felt discomfort in her lower abdomen. Could it be her period was about to start?
With that thought, she told the secretary up front, "Speed up."
"Ah?" The secretary was slightly baffled, "Abella, do you have an emergency?"
"Mm."
Sitting in her seat, Abella could feel something trickling out from below. It was too late. She was late.
Phillipe's eyes landed on her, "What's wrong?"
Was she tired and wants to go back to rest? Or has she suddenly remembered some urgent business to attend to? What could there possibly be to take care of this late?
The secretary was still in the front, so it wasn't convenient for Abella to speak. When the car arrived in front of Phillipe's villa, Abella finally said, "Secretary, you take a cab back."
What??? At this late hour, in this place, where could one find a taxi? Even though the working-class secretary politely acknowledged and agreed, not sensing Abella's mood, he still felt a bit desolate inside.
Abella was no longer the attentive and caring person she used to be.
When he went to hail a cab, Abella then said to Phillipe, "You go ahead and get out."
"Hm?" Phillipe looked at her, puzzled, while also noticing her discomfort, and asked again "What's wrong?"
"I've got my period." Abella was somewhat embarrassed, "I've soiled the car."
So that was it. Phillipe's gaze softened, "It's alright, it's just a car. I'll carry you inside."
"Don't!" Abella didn't want to stain his clothes.
Phillipe chuckled at her reaction, finding her rarely seen expression amusing, "Don't worry, no one will see."
Inside the villa were the butler Wyatt and the chef Rufus, who should have been off to rest at this hour.
Abella glanced at his white shirt, still hesitant, when the next second, Phillipe wrapped his suit jacket around her waist and lifted her out of the car.
The secretary understood: It turned out Abella wanted Mr. Bourbon to hold her, but why did she feel the need to send him away. Could it be the young lady was too shy and embarrassed? But in the heat of the summer, why would she tie a piece of clothing around her waist.
Before the secretary could figure it out, Phillipe shot him a look. The secretary quickly averted his gaze, realizing he had looked at Abella for too long. Mr. Bourbon wouldn't think he was staring at Abella's waist, would he?
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