Chapter 12

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

At seven in the morning, Chaucer woke up on time. After washing up, he pushed open the door and smelled the fragrance of breakfast. There were two chicken sandwiches and two cups of hot milk on the table.

“Morning! Come and have some breakfast.” Mila walked out of the kitchen and spoke in a gentle voice.

“Thank you.” Chaucer’s heart softened as he sat down obediently to eat breakfast.

Because of his injured shoulder, he still ate with his left hand.

Mila sat opposite him, stared at his shoulder, and asked softly, “Does it still hurt? I’ll apply some medicine for you later.”

“Okay.” Chaucer nodded calmly.

“Chaucer, I’m really sorry. I hurt you in a moment of folly. I’ll make it up to you. You’ll have trouble moving around for a while, so I won’t go out to work. I’ll take care of you at home until you recover.”

Mila looked at him sincerely. After she returned to her room last night, she couldn’t fall asleep. She blamed herself and finally decided to make it up to Chaucer in this way.

“Good. Then cook for me every day and iron my shirt later.”

Mila nodded repeatedly. “Of course.

“I’ve prepared your lunch. I’ve made you shredded chicken salad, steak, and vegetable salad. It’s all packed. Remember to bring it to work later.”

Mila’s voice was soft, and her tone was filled with gentleness as she looked at him with a smile.

Chaucer was stunned for a second. He looked away and nodded.

While Chaucer was eating, Mila ironed his shirt and brought over the first aid kit.

After he finished lunch, she gestured for him to sit on the sofa and carefully applied the medicine. She even blew on the wound a few times.

Chaucer’s expression didn’t change, but his heart was beating wildly.

He got dressed and was about to leave. He frowned when he saw the milky yellow thermal bag on the cabinet at the entrance.

“Can’t you use another bag?”

“This is the only thermal bag I have. I’ll go out and buy a new one today.”

Chaucer didn’t say anything else and left with the milky-yellow bag.

After parking the car outside the office building, Chaucer glanced at the bag and finally left it in the car.

After entering the lobby of Fortune Corporation, everyone greeted him along the way. Chaucer only nodded lightly and strode into the private elevator. He arrived on the 18th floor at nine o’clock sharp.

Jason was already waiting at the office door. As soon as he saw Chaucer, he started to report. “Sir, the project plan and the meeting content have been distributed to the various managers. I’ve also sorted out the content of the meeting for the next few days. Shall we start the meeting now?”

“That can wait.”

Chaucer flipped open the document of the meeting and threw the car keys to Jason.

“Jason, I left my things in the car when I came up just now. Please fetch it for me.”

“Alright.”

Jason walked out of the office with the key. He couldn’t help but feel a little strange. Why did he see a hint of embarrassment on Chaucer’s face just now?

When Jason opened the car door and saw the milky-yellow thermal bag in the car, he instantly realized it must belong to Chaucer’s wife. Chaucer was too embarrassed to bring it into the building, so he deliberately asked him to fetch it.

Jason walked into the office with a milky-yellow thermal bag that had cartoon characters on it. People passing by couldn’t help but take a second look.

“Jason, is that a lunchbox from your girlfriend?”

“Your girlfriend is so nice. I really envy you!”

Jason was speechless.

He wished that were true, but unfortunately, he was only the delivery man.

However, Jason didn’t dare to say anything about the president’s private matters. He could only smile awkwardly at everyone.

After the morning meeting, Chaucer opened the milky-yellow thermal bag. In it was a milky-yellow lunch box with a cartoon character printed on it.

The corners of Chaucer’s mouth twitched as he sent a message to Mila. “Change the box, too. It has to be high-end and classy.”

Mila wrote, “Okay, I’ll buy one right away.”

Only then did Chaucer open the thermos box in satisfaction. The dishes were still warm, and the food smelled nice. They were all his favorites. Soon, he finished everything.

After work, Chaucer returned home, but he didn’t see Mila. Just as he took off his coat, he heard a voice coming from the bedroom.

“I know, but…

“Jane, I really want to go, but someone in my family is injured. I have to stay at home to take care of him. There’s nothing I can do.

“Can my situation be worse than it is now? I can’t take on any roles for a month or two on end. When I do get one, I get lousy roles that no one wants to take. What good things have happened to me in the past two years after I signed my contract with the agency?”