Chapter 768 He and Isabella Made up?
Back in the day, it was always him looking after Mary.
He never knew Mary could cook.
Mary bit her lip, her face turning even redder. "Of course I can!"
Truth was, she had only just learned by following a cooking video step by step. She wanted to thank him properly, so she had gone the extra mile to make something special.
"Alright." Timothy didn't push it, but his smile was telling. He took the thermal box and opened it, his voice unusually gentle. "Have you eaten? Want to join me?"
"No, thanks." Mary shook her head. "I'm here to thank you for helping Cynthia with the surgery. Sarah and her husband also wanted me to express their gratitude properly."
Timothy paused at that.
Thanking him on behalf of someone else?
He nodded thoughtfully. "You seem pretty close with her."
Talking about Sarah made Mary smile. "They're really good people."
This was the second time Timothy had heard Mary say that, but thinking back, he realized she had never praised him even once.
He lowered his eyes and started eating.
Mary planned to take the thermal box away after he finished eating, so she sat down beside him. Feeling bored, she propped her chin and watched him eat.
While he was eating, Mary couldn't help but think how good-looking he was.
The office door was open, and a few colleagues passing by saw the scene inside. They stopped in their tracks, walking in with surprised expressions.
"Dr. Reed has fallen in love with someone?"
"Of course. Dr. Reed is obviously in a relationship! Someone even brought him dinner, unlike us."
"Wonder which girl has captured Dr. Reed's heart?"
Curious voices rose one after another, making Mary's face turn beet red.
But deep down, she was a bit curious about Timothy's reaction.
The next second, Timothy said coldly, "She's the daughter of Mr. Smith. Didn't you recognize her?"
She forced a smile and looked up. "Hello, everyone."
The others in the office were a bit stunned, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.
Mary had been keeping her head down earlier, so no one had noticed. Now everyone realized the one sitting beside Timothy was really the daughter of their former medical school professor, Mr. Smith!
"Mary, long time no see!"
"Yeah, you should come back and visit us often!"
"Sorry, we thought Dr. Reed was in a relationship! Sorry. Just pretend we didn't say anything."
They chatted, and Mary responded with a smile.
They were right.
In everyone's eyes, Timothy could be with anyone, but never with her, Mary.
As the others gradually drifted away, the office settled back into its quiet rhythm.
"The taste is okay, just a bit salty."
Timothy's slow tone broke the silence. His long fingers tidied up the thermal box. "Next time, let me cook. You just eat."
Mary nodded, feeling a bit stifled in her chest.
He denied their relationship and now subtly critiqued her cooking.
But she had made a lot of effort!
She had never cooked for anyone before!
Timothy picked up on the subtle shift in her mood and paused, asking, "What's wrong with your hands? Let me see."
Mary was startled and instinctively hid her hand behind her back."Nothing."
She did have two blisters from the burns. With no cooking experience, getting splashed by oil was pretty normal.
Timothy frowned, found some ointment on his desk, and walked over to Mary.
"No need to push yourself. If you want to thank me," he said, applying the ointment while slightly raising his eyes, "there are plenty of other ways."
Mary stayed quiet.
At such a close distance, she could clearly smell Timothy's scent.
Somehow, she felt there was a deeper layer to his words. What did he mean by other ways?
Timothy didn't say more. After applying the ointment, he went back to his office chair.
"I'll probably work late tonight. If you have nothing else, go home and rest early. Be careful with the burn; don't let it touch water for now."
Mary nodded absentmindedly, not really hearing what he said.
She walked over, picked up the thermal box, and left.
It wasn't until she walked out of the office that Mary took a few deep breaths. Her hand pressed against her chest, feeling the rapid thud of her heartbeat.
On the other side, Antonio got off the plane and first let Sarah know he had landed safely, then sent a message to Isabella, telling her he would arrive soon.
With Harold not around, they had to seize the time.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of the hospital where Isabella was.
"Mr. Harrington, do you need me to go up with you?" The assistant parked the car and glanced in the rearview mirror.
"No need." Antonio opened the car door. "Wait downstairs; we'll be down soon."
With that, he stepped out of the car and headed towards Isabella's hospital room.
Upstairs, Isabella had already changed her clothes with the help of a caregiver. Seeing Antonio enter, she immediately stood up. "I'm ready, but where are we going now?"
Antonio turned and walked out.
"To Harold's house, of course."
Isabella had some guesses and nervously asked, "He must have arranged a lot of people there. Can we really do this smoothly?"
Antonio's tall and upright figure seemed to give her a mysterious sense of security.
Antonio slowed his pace slightly. "Yes."
His voice was cold and certain.
Harold's villa wasn't in the city center but in a quiet suburb. By the time the car navigated the winding roads to its secluded location, night had fully descended.
"Have you been to Harold's villa before?" Antonio asked.
"I came when he first bought it, but not since."
"In that case, you should be familiar with the layout of his house." Antonio's eyes, illuminated by the streetlights, seemed to sparkle like gems.
Isabella understood what he wanted to do and nodded in confirmation.
They exchanged a glance and walked in together.
The villa was staffed by numerous servants and bodyguards. Usually, they had to take turns on duty in the villa.
Seeing Antonio and Isabella return suddenly, they all widened their eyes.
"Mr. Harrington. Ms. Moore."
Why did these two come back when Harold wasn't home?
Antonio's face showed no emotion as he coldly glanced at them. "Isabella and I will be living here from now on to keep Dad company, but we don't like being disturbed. You can all go home for now."
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