One night stand with my president(chapter 69)

Chapter 69:  Ms. Hensley is here?

Vhy does Mr. Lorenzo want to see me?" Adeline asked.

"Probably because you're diligen at work," Harrison replied casually.

In truth, he didn't know why Lorenzo wanted to see Adeline either.

Hearing this, Adeline didn't press further.

She remembered the last time she saw Lorenzo was about six months ago.

That time, Lorenzo seemed to be bored and visited the company. chatting with her in Harrison's office for a while.

In her impression, Lorenzo had always been a kind-hearted elderly man.

She had heard that he was ruthless in his youth.

But she couldn't connect the Lorenzo she knew with the one she had heard about.

When they entered, the first person they encountered was Ronan.

When Ronan saw Adeline, his face up with surprise.

“Adeline, why are you here?”

Before Adeline could respond, Harrison coldly shot him a glance.

Ronan shrank back a bit, and said, "I'm sorry. I was too excited to see her here and forgot to greet you."

"Never mind."

Ronan hesitated, then reluctantly glanced at Adeline.

Adeline could only respond with a reassuring smile.

"Harrison, you're..."

Myra's voice trailed off as she approached, freezing when she saw Adeline.

"Good evening, Ma'am." Adeline greeted Myra calmly.

Myra's eyes darkened, but she forced a gentle smile. "Ms. Hensley, what brings you here?"

Before Harrison and Adeline could respond, Lorenzo's cheerful voice rang out, "Ms. Hensley is here?"

Shortly after, they saw Lorenzo, Jively and spirited, coming down from upstairs.

"Mr. Lorenzo," Adeline smiled

Lorenzo approached, grinning, "My

dear, why so formal? I have told you to call me Grandpa, just like Harrison."

He glanced meaningfully at Adeline.

Adeline, with no choice, reluctantly said, "Grandpa."

"Great!" Lorenzo beamed.

However, when he looked at Harrison, his expression changed “You rascal, I asked you to bring Ms. Hensley here for dinner didn't expect you to bring her here without letting me know in advance! You should've given me a heads-up. Now we're not well prepared. What are we going to eat?"

"Just some home-cooked dishes will be fine," Harrison replied.

"Yes, I'm not picky about food," Adeline added hastily.

"It's good. Look at how sensible Ms. Hensley is, and look at you two rascals," Lorenzo teased.

Ronan said, "Grandpa, I'm not picky either."

"Yes, you're not picky. You just love to eat. When you get older, you'll definitely gain weight," Lorenzo teased.

Ronan sighed, "Grandpa doesn't spoil me anymore after seeing Ms. Hensley."

Ignoring Ronan's complaint, Lorenzo turned to Harrison.

"Harrison, take Ms. Hensley over there to sit."

Then he said to Ronan, "Go and have some fruit prepared."

"Grandpa, it's not necessary.”

"It's fine. Just sit for a while. Dinner will be ready soon," Lorenzo insisted. "You've been working all day. Are you tired?"

Adeline recalled the day and realized she was indeed a bit exhausted.

But she couldn't say that to Lorenzo, so she just said she wasn't tired.

They sat together on the living room sofa.

Throughout, Myra didn't speak but remained seated opposite Adeline, gazing at her quietly.

Adeline felt uneasy under Myra's intense gaze but had to remain composed.

She knew Myra didn't like her.

Last time, Myra had warned her not to have any ideas about Harrison.

Adeline hadn't dared to entertain any wild thoughts.

However, here she was, dining at the Thomson family with Harrison.

She wondered what Myra would think.

"Adeline... Well, Ms. Hensley, would you like some fruit?" Ronan asked.

Ronan carried a fruit platter over, placed it on the coffee table, and eagerly said, "I processed the fruit myself and arranged the fruit platter."

"Thank you," Adeline replied politely.

Harrison, indifferent, remarked, "With such skills, why not open a fruit shop instead of working at the Thomson Group?"

Ronan was offended by Harrison's comment but dared not retaliate.

He turned to Lorenzo for help.

"Grandpa, why does brother always target me in front of Ms. Hensley?"

Lorenzo smiled knowingly.

"Yes, Harrison, I remember you've always been good to Ronan. But whenever

something related to Ms Hensley comes up, you seem to have an issue with him. Why?"

"I'm giving him suggestions," Harrison ad-libbed without hesitation. "He did a good job arranging this fruit platter."

With that said, he turned to Adeline and asked, "Ms. Hensley, what do you think?"

Adeline's lips twitched into a slight smile. 

"I'm not knowledgeable about these things."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp gaze from across the room.

Adeline had no doubt that if looks could kill, she would have killed by Myra's eyes.

Lorenzo noticed Myra's demeanor.

He cleared his throat lightly.

"Myra, could you tell the chef to prepare roast beef? I suddenly feel like eating it."

Since Lorenzo had spoken, Myra couldn't refuse. She nodded and went towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was bustling at that moment.

As Myra entered, a chef quickly asked, "Ma'am, what do you need?"

Myra remained silent.

The kitchen staff looked over curiously. Myra looked pale, and she tightly clenched her fingers, as if she were about to strike someone.

As a noblewoman, Myra usually maintained a very elegant demeanor in front of the household staff.

This was the first time they had seen her like this, so they exchanged worried glance

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Myra took a deep breath and requested, "Bring me a glass of ice water."

Immediately, someone poured a glass of ice water and handed it to her.

After downing the water in one go, Myra seemed to return to her composure. She placed the glass aside and said, "Mr. Lorenzo wants to eat roast beef tonight.”

"Yes, ma'am."

After Myra left, the kitchen staff breathed a sigh of relief, quietly discussing among themselves.

"What's wrong with ma'am?"

"I don't know. Maybe she's in a bad mood."

"I saw her this afternoon, and she was fine."

"Alright, let's stop talking. Let's prepare the dinner."