Chapter 298 How About a Midnight Snack?
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Basil texted, “Hmph! At least you still have some conscience. Come see me tomorrow. I have something to tell you.”
Charmaine didn’t ask further and replied with a cute sticker.
For the rest of the evening, she lounged around, scrolling through short videos on her phone. At some point, she dozed off without realizing it.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was completely dark…
She instinctively reached around for her phone but couldn’t find it. Half–asleep, she called out, “Emyr?”
As soon as she spoke, a small glow appeared from the other side of the room.
Emyr had turned on his phone by the desk.
Charmaine groggily rubbed her eyes and sat up. “What time is it …
With a press of the smart remote, the entire room lit up like daylight.
“Almost midnight.”
Charmaine was still a bit groggy, but when the words registered, she completely froze.
“I slept that long?!”
“About eight hours.”
Even she found it hard to believe…
Then again, the sofa was ridiculously comfortable–warm and soft like wool, wrapping her up in cozy relaxation. No wonder she’d been completely knocked out.
Still…
“Why didn’t you wake me up? And why were you sitting in the dark? What were you even doing?”
Emyr answered with a straight face, “Sleeping.”
Charmaine choked on her words. She had nothing to say to that.
She sat up and checked her messages before pulling open the curtains. Outside, the tents were softly illuminated, the night utterly silent–everyone seemed to have gone to bed.
A sudden wave of hunger hit her. Charmaine’s eyes darted as she grinned and walked over to Emyr.
“Mr. Emyr, how about a midnight snack?”
Emyr glanced at her and instantly saw through the scheming hidden behind her smile. “What junk food are you trying to sneak in again this time?”
That “again” was particularly telling.
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“How can you call it junk food? This is what we call a rare indulgence.”
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She opened the suitcase she had dragged over. Inside was a pack of instant oriental seasoning–something Alfred had stuffed in last night.
“Look, I’ve got instant seasoning! And I saw some fresh crayfish in the mini fridge–I can make something
out of this!”
Emyr’s expression couldn’t be more disgusted if he tried. “Eat it yourself. I’m not hungry.”
Charmaine huffed. Okay, let’s see if Satan can really resist temptation later!
Now fully awake, she was determined to satisfy her cravings. No hesitation.
The crayfish were fresh, so she wasted no time gathering a few bodyguards to help clean them with brushes.
Standing behind them with her hands clasped behind her back, she oversaw the process like a supervisor. “Scrub the heads properly, and don’t forget the claws–those need extra attention. Hmm… The water’s getting pretty dirty, so put some muscle into it, guys.”
The elite bodyguards, all trained in professional combat, never expected their brute strength to one day be used like this.
Meanwhile, outside, Tad took advantage of Charmaines distraction to approach Emyr, lowering his voice as he reported the latest findings on Rex.
“Rex made his first fortune in Mostand’s financial district alongside Sid. Later, they co–founded Ydris. No negative news or scandals. He’s a legitimate businessman.
“Also, Ms. Nelson’s friend, Celeste, entered Rex’s room this afternoon and still hasn’t come out. The South City development project? Rex personally backed Dominic to secure that deal. Their relationship is … not simple.”
Emyr raised a brow.
It seemed Rex wasn’t after Charmaine at all. Instead, he was after…
Celeste.
Strangely, it felt as if a weight had lifted off Emyr’s chest.
“Alright, I got it. Go get some rest.”
“Yes, Mr. Emyr.”
Tad was about to leave but hesitated, suddenly remembering something. “Mr. Emyr, you haven’t had dinner yet. Would you like me to have something prepared?”
He glanced toward Charmaine, who was still busy fussing over the crayfish. Knowing his boss‘ temperament, Tad was certain–there was no way Emy would eat something so messy and unrefined.
“No need. Whatever she makes is fine.”
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Tad froze. He almost doubted his cars. “Mr. Emyr, do you mean… you’re going to eat that?”
Emyr didn’t answer directly. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. “What? Is there any problem?”
“That’s not what I meant, Sir.”
Seeing that Emyr wasn’t angry, Tad finally exhaled in relief and left.
As he thought it over, though, he realized maybe this wasn’t so strange after all.
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