Chapter 406 Home-cooked Lunch
Of course, Clarissa was familiar with the office of the Jordan Group. On her way to his office, everyone who knew her would nod and say hello with a smile. As for people who did not know her, seeing her holding a lunch box in her hand and pressing the elevator of the 38th floor, a small discussion broke out between them.
The 38th floor was the floor on which Anderson's office was situated. Clarissa's identity was no longer a secret, and everyone wondered if she was delivering food to Anderson.
Previously, Anderson was one of the most eligible bachelors. He had never even admitted to the rumors of him and Gabriela being together.
Now that Anderson and Clarissa had tied the knot, although everyone was respectful to her on the surface, in fact, they were somewhat envious and a little jealous.
Clarissa felt the eyes of these people on her back. She sighed secretly. Fortunately, she didn't have to work in the company every day due to the nature of her job. Otherwise, if looks could kill, she would be dead by now.
When the lift reached the 16th floor, the door was opened with a clink sound. David walked in and was surprised to see her.
"Young Madam Clarissa, why are you here?"
Clarissa quietly hid the lunch box behind her back, grinning.
"I'm on my break. I got nothing to do at home so I came here."
David revealed an expression of understanding.
"Are you looking for Mr. Jordan? He's in his office and hasn't had lunch yet!"
Clarissa nodded and pretended to be aloof.
David held back his laughter when he saw this, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He could only pretend that he didn't see the lunch box she was hiding.
It didn't take long for the lift to reach the 38th floor.
When the lift door opened, David went out first and then blocked the door for her. He said gentlemanly, "Young Madam Clarissa, be careful."
Clarissa went out, and the two of them entered Anderson's office one after the other.
"Mr. Jordan, this is the materials of the planning department in the last three months that you asked for."
Anderson was buried in work. Upon hearing this, he didn't even raise his head. With a hum, he pointed at the pile of documents on the desk and said, "Put it over there."
"Yes."
David did according to what he said. He then asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Jordan?"
Anderson waved his hand.
This meant that there was nothing else. David left. Before he left, he closed the door considerately.
Clarissa held the lunch box and stood there quietly. She didn't disturb him, nor did she move. Instead, she looked at the office that she rarely came to.
The office was very big, and there were floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, which made the room particularly bright.
Anderson's desk was in the left corner of the room far away from the door. There was a large bookcase next to it, which was filled with all kinds of books.
On the right was a meeting area, with a huge projector covering the entire wall. Last time, Clarissa saw him talking with a few foreigners there over a video call.
Behind the meeting area was the lounge. There were sofas, refrigerators, water fountains, and even a separate bathroom in it.
Anderson was serious in his work. If he hadn't stretched his hand out to grab his water and found that there was no water in the glass, he wouldn't have noticed her arrival.
"Clarissa?"
Anderson looked up at her in astonishment. "Why are you here?"
Clarissa walked over, put down the lunchbox and took away the glass of water in his hand before she went to the rest area to pour some water and handed it back to him.
Then she said awkwardly, "Pattie asked me to bring you lunch."
Anderson looked at the lunch box on the table and raised his eyebrows. "Pattie sent you here?"
Clarissa nodded honestly.
She looked as sincere as she could ever be.
However, Anderson could smell something unusual from it. After all, Pattie already knew his habit of eating at the company at noon, and she hadn't brought him lunch for so many years. Why did she suddenly think of letting Clarissa bring him lunch today?
He knew that she was just too proud to admit it. Even if she was concerned about him, she could not bring himself to say so.
As a result, a joyful smile appeared in his eyes. He pretended to be suspicious as he looked at her and asked, "Who made this?"
"Of course it's Pattie." Clarissa didn't even think before answering.
In order to cover up the uneasiness in her expression, she went to the other side, took a glass and to pour herself a glass of water to drink.
The suspicion in Anderson's eyes grew deeper, but he didn't expose her. He just put down the work in his hands and grabbed the lunch box to the lounge.
"Since it's Pattie's intention, I'll try it."
He sat on the sofa as he opened the lunch box, while eyeing the expression on her face.
Seeing that although she was drinking water, Clarissa kept glancing at the direction of where he was, he could roughly guess what had happened.
A gentle smile appeared on Anderson's lips. When he opened the box and saw that the dishes inside were simple, he was even more certain that it wasn't Pattie's cooking.
If it was really Pattie's cooking, it would be a complex and nutritious meal, and she would not have brought simple dishes to him.
Anderson took out the cutlery and began to eat.
The smell... Hmm, not bad at all.
Clarissa was a little nervous when she saw that he had eaten. She couldn't help but lean closer to him and ask, "How's the taste?"
Anderson deliberately teased her and said, "Haven't you ever tasted Pattie's cooking before?"
Clarissa instantly was at a loss of words.
She couldn't say that it was she who cooked it at this time!
Seeing that Anderson was eating it with no expression and no emotion on his face, she felt a tingle in her heart.
"But I didn't eat the food Pattie cooked today."
It was only after a long time that Clarissa finally came up with such a lame excuse.
When Anderson heard this, he kindly handed her the cutlery. "Then, why don't you have a taste?"
Clarissa quickly waved her hand. "It's alright."
Who was he kidding? She tasted it when it was fresh from the kitchen. Clarissa thought it tasted good, but she didn't know if Anderson liked it or not.
After all, Anderson was used to all kinds of delicacies, so she didn't know if he would like home-cooked dishes like these.
Seeing that he had finished everything, Anderson wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "The taste is not bad. Let Pattie cook more next time."
Clarissa was finally relieved. She was all smiles all of a sudden.
She nodded with a smile. "Alright."
When Anderson saw her smile, his heart was filled with joy. Was she trying to please him in a different way?
He suddenly grabbed her. Before Clarissa could react, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
This kiss was not the best ones they shared.
He had just finished his meal, and there was still the smell of food tingling in his mouth. Hence, soon, her mouth was filled with the same smell.
Clarissa was a little annoyed. She nudged him, but naturally, she couldn't push him away.
She made up her mind, opened her mouth and bit his lip.
Anderson gave a grunt and released his grip as she had expected. There was a bite mark on his lips with blood oozing out a little.
He lowered his head, looked at her with a penetrating gaze, and said in a hoarse voice, "Little wild cat."
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