Chapter 126 Judson's Not Pleased
Judson, hearing the line go dead, frowned slightly, he wasn't finished speaking!
He tried to call back, only to find her phone was off.
A shadow crossed his face. Was she deliberately avoiding him, fearing he'd ask her to come over?
Eula was becoming increasingly disobedient. He had planned to let her off tonight, but her abrupt hang-up and shutdown were irksome.
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, and he said coldly, "Take me to Snow Street."
Eula chuckled to herself after the call, reveling in her cleverness, "Judson, bet you didn't see that coming. Miss Lowe can be quite smart too."
The idea of running back to his place was out of the question. Worst case, she'd play the damsel in distress tomorrow, claiming her phone had died and was charging.
Ha, what a triumph against the big boss, what a rush!
Without taking a shower, Eula just soaked her feet and slapped on a face mask, then she went to check on the kids in the nursery to see if they were bathed and tucked in for the night.
Eula, her face slathered with a facial mask, cracked open her bedroom door to find a man nonchalantly leaning against the wall at her doorstep, his legs casually crossed.
With an effortless shift of his elegantly crossed legs, he flicked away some ash from his cigarette, giving her a languid glance.
Frozen in shock, Eula took a moment to digest the fact that this was not a dream – he was actually in her house.
She patted her mask-covered face and managed to ask, “Judson, what are you doing here?”
“You wouldn’t answer my calls, so I had to come see you in person,” he answered simply.
Suddenly, three little heads peeked out from the nearby kids’ room, in order of age, the sibling trio looked on with curiosity.
Angie’s mischievous giggle floated in the air, “Mr. Judson, you look extra handsome tonight!”
The two older sibs quickly covered the youngest's mouth, hurriedly pulling her back into the room and closing the door behind them.
Only when he heard the door click did Judson’s eyes slide towards the children’s room.
Eula narrowed her eyes slightly; this infuriating man, didn’t she shut off her phone to avoid him? Yet he still showed up at her doorstep. He really must have too much free time!
“Judson, what do you need from me?” she asked, not keen on going anywhere. She just wanted to stay in and get to bed early for some beauty sleep.
“I’m not here for you; I came for the soup. Mary made some sweet soup.”
“Mary?”
Mary worked for her; unless directed, she wouldn’t have made anything for him.
Judson couldn’t help thinking smugly, “The tip I gave Mary was more generous than what you pay her for a year's work, who do you think she’d listen to?”
Eula peeled off the mask to reveal her clean and radiant face; fresh from a facial, her skin glowed as bright as porcelain.
“Judson, please make yourself comfortable in the living room; Mary will have it ready soon.”
She had, after all, once promised him he could come over for soup.
Judson raised an eyebrow: “Eula, I think Mary might be better suited as my personal secretary. She’s obedient and a great cook.”
His teasing smirk implied, Let's see if you dare ignore my calls or turn off your phone again.
Stunned for a second, Eula considered Mary's skills and dedication.
She forced a smile, “Judson, Mary is our nanny; she can't leave – the kids would miss her too much. I’ll be your secretary; I promise to be dedicated.”
