Journey to Happy Ending

Chapter 120 I'll Fix Dinner

"Mrs. Wu, I'll fix dinner. Get some rest." Daisy said to Mrs. Wu, who was gathering ingredients for the

next meal.

"Well. Mrs. Mu, it's our job. We can't let you do this." Mrs. Wu was shocked. She couldn't rest while her

mistress was preparing the dinner. Besides, did Daisy even know how to cook? She doubted it. Edward

was quite fastidious when it came to food.

"That's alright. I am not as good as you, but I'm not terrible. Don't worry. Edward will have a proper

meal." Daisy promised as if she knew what Mrs. Wu was thinking.

"Okay, then. I will help you with dinner, Mrs. Mu." Mrs. Wu relaxed a bit. Not many young people knew

how to cook now. But Mrs. Mu did. What a good wife!

"Thank you, Mrs. Wu. I need your help anyway." She'd only lived with Edward for just a short time, so

she didn't know what food or flavors he liked, but Mrs. Wu could tell her.

"Mrs. Mu, that's exactly what I should do." Mrs. Wu liked Daisy more with every passing day. She felt

so lucky that Edward had brought Daisy home and made the luxurious villa like a home, not just an

empty house. Hopefully, they could live happily ever after. May there be no more accidents.

The city never slept. The closer it got to night time, the busier the roads became, especially during rush

hour. Commuters, just off work, now crowded the streets.

Edward was annoyed. He tapped the wheel impatiently, his handsome face displayed his anger.

'Usually the road is less busy. Why is there a traffic jam now? So both Jessica and the road have it in

for me?' Edward protested inwardly.

He checked his watch in frustration. If this didn't let up, he'd be late getting home. He didn't want to

break his promise to Daisy.

Just when Edward was getting bored, his phone rang.

"Hey, Duke, what's the matter?" Edward moved the car forward some.

"What? I can't call you just cuz I want to? It has to be for something?" Duke leaned against his car

door. He'd waited outside YS Group for some time, but he saw no sign of Belinda yet.

"Of course you can. But aren't you supposed to be on a date? Why call me in the middle of a date?"

Edward curled his lips and formed a smile.

"Are you still at work?" Duke shifted the topic intentionally.

"No, I'm on my way home. We're barely moving in this traffic jam." Edward stopped his car again and

waited for the traffic to move. He became more anxious.

"Some day you should take the head of Department of Transportation out to lunch. He might be more

motivated to do something about the traffic." Duke quipped and temporarily forgot his bad memories

with Belinda.

"Humph! It should be him treating me. My time is too valuable. He should feel sorry for the jam."

Edward nudged forward. His handsome face was getting more and more anxious.

"That's a good idea. Take me as well. I'd like to hear the apology." Duke also disliked congestion, but it

was the price of living in a big city. He didn't bother himself too much with it.

"Hah, that old guy is not so important that both of us get to dine with him." Finally cars started moving

faster, easing Edward's worries a bit.

"Just think of dining with him as doing charity." Duke looked at his watch, wondering if Belinda was

avoiding him. But last night when she left, they were all good.

"Shame on you. You try to take advantage of him, but pass it off as generosity. Come on. So why did

you call, anyway?" He could sense Duke holding back. He didn't call for nothing.

"Well... Actually I want to ask you something. Do you have Belinda's number?" Duke was a bit

embarrassed to ask. This man had proudly declared that Belinda would be his wife, but today he found NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

out he didn't even have her number.

"Wow, no way! You slept with her, and you didn't get her number? I don't know what to say. Maybe

you're just destined to be single." Edward found it hilarious. Only poker-face Duke could make such a

mistake.

"Cut the crap. Do you have her number or not?" Duke was annoyed by Edward's joking. He blamed

Belinda for the embarrassment. One more strike against her.

"Well... Actually I don't have it." Aaron handled all the communications for work. Edward showed up

only when a major decision was to be made, for example, he called Belinda only when she demanded

to talk to him personally. Since he didn't quite see eye-to-eye with Belinda, he didn't bother to keep her

number on hand.

"But YS and FX are partners, right? How come you don't have her number?" Duke retorted angrily. He

shouldn't have expected solutions from Edward. It was a waste of time.

"Yes, we are partner companies, but you are partners in bed. Still... you don't know her number." There

was no way Duke could win in a war of words with Edward. The CEO was too silver-tongued to be

beaten.

"Okay, okay. Just find someone who knows and get back to me." Duke stood outside his car in a

heatwave, and all these women stared at him. Every woman except the right one. He'd had enough.

Duke's last frayed thread of patience snapped.