Chapter 79 Wake Him Up
Judson had finished eating and glanced at the time.
"I'm going to take a half-hour rest. Make sure to wake me up at 1:30," he told Eula before leaving the table.
Left alone at the most comfortable spot, she savored the food, aware of the glances heading her way. When she'd turn to look back, the glances would snap away as if no one had been watching her at all.
Eula continued to keep her head down as she ate her lunch, thoroughly enjoying the offerings at The Nash Group's staff cafeteria—it was as if she was dining at a five-star restaurant. She savored every dish, and as she did, a figure took a seat opposite her.
When Eula looked up, Myles greeted her with a smile. "Miss Lowe, how's the food?"
Eager to reply, Eula quickly chewed and swallowed her mouthful, taking a sip of juice to wash it down. "Myles, just grabbing lunch too, huh?"
It seemed like they were the only latecomers. Even Judson, the company president, had come late, but of course, he didn't need to queue up.
Myles nodded, "I'm almost always the last one in. It's a habit."
As she returned to her meal, Myles watched her cheeks move with satisfaction—she clearly enjoyed the cafeteria's dishes.
A hint of amusement passed through his eyes, contemplating the rarity of an event like Judson adding an extra desk in his office for someone. Word had gotten around the company, and rumors were swirling that Eula might become the future First Lady of The Nash Group. The envious glances she received from everyone spoke volumes.
Myles felt the same; Judson's treatment of Eula was indeed special, and Myles himself hoped to foster a good relationship with her too.
"Miss Lowe, they’ve got ice cream over there. Haagen-Dazs, you might want to try some."
At the mention of a cool treat, Eula glanced over and decided to rise and head toward the dessert station.
A group of female colleagues, waiting for ice cream, stepped aside as she approached. "Miss Lowe, please!"
Eula had never experienced such treatment; she hesitated for a moment before expressing her gratitude with a "Thank you!" She opened the freezer, took a box, and with everyone watching, returned to her seat.
Settled back down, ice cream in hand, she remarked, “Myles, I really feel that our colleagues at The Nash Group are so kind and accommodating.”
Everyone was exceedingly courteous to her, even letting her pick her ice cream first—it truly was wonderful.
Myles nearly choked on his meal, but quickly took a sip of his soup to compose himself before replying, "Yeah, folks at The Nash Group are pretty nice."
Inwardly, though, he chuckled—everyone was treating you like the boss's wife; of course, they'd be nice!
After enjoying her ice cream, Eula felt extremely content. The lunch was not only complimentary but also sumptuous. She entertained the thought of happily working at The Nash Group until retirement.
Lunch over, she returned to her office in high spirits and stretched out on the couch for a quick rest. The president's couch was indeed comfy—soft and inviting.
Setting an alarm for 1:30 PM, she planned to wake Judson after her nap. When the time came, Eula awoke feeling incredibly refreshed from the satisfying sleep. After doing some light stretches, she turned off the alarm and made her way to wake Judson.
As the man lay there sleeping, his hands crossed over the blanket on his chest, eyelids closed and breathing even, he looked utterly at peace.
She edged closer to the bed and gave him a gentle shake.
"Judson, time to wake up."
At the sound of her voice, Judson lazily opened his eyes, finding her face just inches from his, those pink lips in front of him.
