Chapter 38 He Won’t Suppress It
After hesitating for a moment, Giorgio couldn't calm his worries. He took out his phone and sent a text message to Little Tony:
[Have Tom check on Anna's situation]
Little Tony, who received the message, was not surprised at all. He knew all along that Mr. Vittorio couldn't suppress it...
After sending the text, Giorgio finally felt some relief. He put away his phone and walked with Simon.
Because they had a good conversation and Charlie was cute, Simon stayed for dinner. On the simple and modern dining table, exquisite dishes were placed in front of each seat, including snowflake steak, fresh sashimi platter, foie gras, French thick soup, and a glass of red wine that was just air-freighted today. It was a magnificent feast fit for a noble.
After Katherine and the others sat down, she smiled and said, "I can't cook as well as a restaurant, so I don't know if it tastes good. Please bear with me." Her graceful and generous attitude made her look like a virtuous hostess.
Charlie turned his head and completely ignored her.
Giorgio, with an elegant and polite demeanor, arrogantly said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Such a polite attitude, but no sign of affection could be seen. It felt unfamiliar, as if there was something wrong. And Charlie, who hadn't spoken to Katherine all day, felt that something was not quite right.
"Mr. Dalio, I'm glad that Giorgio can cooperate with the Dalio family. Here's a toast to you." Katherine's soft and gentle voice sounded.
Simon turned his head and looked at her under the light. The corners of his mouth slightly curved as he clinked his glass with hers.
Katherine elegantly raised her wine glass and drank. Every move she made exuded the grace of a lady.
Simon's eyes deepened. He smiled but remained silent. After leaving the villa, he sat in the car, lost in thought.
Giovanni, who was driving in the front seat, said, "Mr. Dalio, did you find Miss Stefanelli strange today?"
Simon raised an eyebrow, "She is not Katherine."
"Huh? Mr. Dalio, what do you mean?"
Simon said, "It's not Katherine. Investigate the situation immediately."
Giovanni nodded, "Yes."
Soon, after conducting the investigation, he was dumbfounded and said, "Mr. Dalio, it turns out that she is Katherine, but not the Katherine who met Giorgio and Charlie before."
These twisted words were like tongue twisters.
Simon said directly, "Speak directly about the situation."
"Oh, okay." Giovanni looked at the information and said everything, "Mrs. Stefanelli gave birth to a pair of twins. The younger one was sent to Vista Heights because she was born a few minutes late, which was considered unlucky. Her name is Anna, and she dropped out of high school in her sophomore year. She has a bad reputation and currently works as a takeout delivery person at a restaurant. Recently, Katherine has been busy with work, so Anna has been taking care of Giorgio and Charlie. The woman who jumped off the building and came to the winery is her. Take a look at this photo, they look exactly alike."
He handed the phone to Simon, who looked at the photo of the two women and his lips tightened.
Unexpectedly, someone who was high and mighty, Mr. Vittorio performed such a great play? What was even more incredible to him was that there were such identical twins? However, soon a smile rose in his eyes as he stared at the photo. It turned out that the girl who made him feel was not someone else's wife, which was a good thing.
Anna stayed at home for seven days. Her period was long and heavy, lasting for seven days each time. At first, Tom contacted her and offered to come check on her, but this illness couldn't be cured, could it? She didn't want to trouble him and politely declined.
Now, finally, she had made it through! She felt reborn, put on a clean set of clothes, and got up to wash her hair and take a shower.
"Ding dong~" Just as she finished washing, the doorbell rang.
Strange, didn't Sara say that she was staying at the hotel with Penny? Could it be that she came back?
Anna dried her hair and walked over to open the door.
As the door opened, a gentle gentleman stood at the doorstep. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, exuding an elegant and mature charm.
"Mr. Dalio? Why are you here?" The surprise in her voice couldn't be hidden.
Simon looked at her.
She had just finished taking a shower, her damp hair casually scattered, and her fair skin was as smooth and delicate as jade. On her delicate melon seed-shaped face, her clean and bright black eyes seemed to be immersed in starlight, exceptionally lively and beautiful.
It was her, no doubt about it.
"Miss Anna, won't you invite me in for a sit?" His voice couldn't hide his surprise.
Anna was taken aback and embarrassed, taking a step back. "Mr. Dalio, please come inside."
Simon smiled and gracefully stepped inside.
The apartment was a studio, decorated in a pink and fashionable style, filled with a youthful vibe.
He sat down on the couch.
Anna felt awkward as she walked over with her head down.
"Mr. Dalio, I'm truly sorry for the misunderstanding earlier. Because you mistook me for my sister and had made an appointment, we couldn't reach my sister at the time, so I went in her place. It was my own idea and had nothing to do with our collaboration. Also, when I saw you at the bar later, I did have a chance to explain, but I was busy and couldn't. Please don't blame me."
Her voice was sincere, and her attitude was serious, like a child who had done something wrong.
Simon unexpectedly smiled and said, "Do I look scary? Like a strict parent?"
"Ah? No, not at all. You're gentle, friendly, and approachable," Anna replied sincerely from the bottom of her heart.
He sighed, "No need to be so cautious. I'm not angry. But last time you said you would treat me, and you left in a hurry. Let's have a re-do tonight, shall we?"
Anna breathed a sigh of relief and immediately nodded. "Sure! No problem! By the way, I have ingredients at home, and I will cook myself. Is that okay?" She felt that his favor was significant, and cooking by herself would show her sincerity. Also, if this big shot of a person had to eat an expensive meal that cost thousands or tens of thousands, she couldn't afford it anyway~
Simon had no objections and made a light sound of agreement.
"Then please have a seat and watch TV or something. I'll prepare it right away, and it'll be ready in a while." Anna happily ran into the kitchen, tied up her hair, put on an apron, and started to rummage through the fridge for ingredients.
These past few days, Sara had been preparing fresh ingredients for her every day, including shrimp, fish, and meat, as if she were convalescing. It was quite abundant.
She took out the ingredients and cleaned them up one by one, skillfully.
The soft light bathed the cozy kitchen in a warm golden glow as Simon stood by the counter, his gaze fixed on the woman gracefully moving about the room. Anna, the rejected sister, was an epitome of beauty and elegance, her long chestnut curls cascading over her shoulders, framing a face that seemed to have been sculpted by a master artist. Her emerald eyes sparkled with an innate joy, reflecting the love she poured into every dish she prepared. Her sister and Anna looked the same, but Anna’s faced had a distinct softness that made her beauty ethereal.
Simon leaned against the kitchen island, captivated by the scene unfolding before him. The tantalizing aroma of spices filled the air as Anna expertly sautéed onions, her delicate fingers gliding effortlessly across the pan. The rhythmic sound of the sizzling vegetables seemed to compose a melodious symphony, enhancing the enchanting atmosphere.
As Anna moved with a grace that seemed otherworldly, Simon found himself mesmerized by her every movement. Her slender figure moved fluidly, her apron tied around her waist enhancing her feminine charm. A soft smile played on her lips, revealing her genuine pleasure in creating something special for him.
His eyes followed her as she glided to the wooden cutting board, where a rainbow of fresh vegetables awaited her attention. Her dexterity was a sight to behold as she deftly sliced each ingredient, the knife becoming an extension of her hand. The vibrant colors of the vegetables blended seamlessly with her elegant gestures, as if the culinary process itself was a work of art.
The gentle hum of the stove filled the silence, providing a soothing background to the symphony of flavors she was orchestrating. Simon found himself lost in the dance of her movements, the way she stirred sauces with a delicate flick of her wrist, the way she added just the right amount of seasoning with a measured precision. It had been so long since he had had a good home-cooked meal.
Every now and then, Anna would steal a shy glance at Simon, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
As Anna placed the final dish on the table, the tantalizing aroma filled the air, beckoning him closer. He moved to the table, taking in the sight before him—the vibrant colors, the intricate presentation.
A half hour later, the three dishes and one soup were completed satisfactorily.
The white tofu catfish soup, the spicy shrimp, the tender meat strips, and the fresh vegetables were all visually appealing, with a fragrant aroma. They were ordinary and common, yet filled with the warmth of a family.
Simon had been invited by countless people and had eaten various delicacies and extravagant feasts, but this was the first time he had experienced such a grounded and down-to-earth meal.
His heart fluttered slightly.
Anna noticed his silence and furrowed her brows, "What's wrong? Don't you like it? Maybe I should take you out to eat instead."
She untied her apron, preparing to change her clothes.
Simon grabbed her hand, his voice warm and smiling, "No, you're amazing. It's just that I haven't had home-cooked meals in a long time, so I'm a bit surprised and touched. Please sit down, you've worked hard."
He elegantly pulled out a chair.
Anna let out a sigh of relief, thinking that he didn't like it.
Just as she was about to speak, the doorbell rang with a 'ding'.
"You sit down first, I'll go answer the door," she said.
"Mmm," Simon murmured gently.
Anna walked over, opened the door, and then froze in shock!
Standing outside the door was none other than...
Giorgio!
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