Chapter 403 You’re the Best Choice
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After Olympia’s dramatic outburst, Charmaine thought Zayn would finally leave. But to her surprise, he acted as though nothing had changed the next day. He continued shadowing her as her medical assistant.
Charmaine, however, wasn’t interested in his presence. With the year drawing to a close, she kept herself occupied at the hospital, and during her spare moments, she made her way to the studio. There, she worked non–stop, spending her days immersed in her craft and only returning home late into the night. Her sole focus was finishing the special birthday gift she had planned for Emyr.
As time passed, the final day of consultation at the hospital arrived. Before leaving early, Charmaine treated the whole department staffs to an afternoon tea.
That evening, she and Emyr were flying to Sudbay to begin their vacation.
By the time Charmaine returned to Eastlake, Alfred had already arranged everything for her departure. Emyr had even organized for two crispy roast quails to be sent from the Regal Tavern, ensuring they’d have a light snack for the journey.
Because of Emyr’s elite status, the airline manager personally met them at the airport parking lot. They were driven through a private entrance, accompanied by a security detail, and the check–in process was incredibly smooth. Within 15 minutes, they were settled in the VIP lounge.
The lounge was heavily guarded, with two layers of security surrounding it. Other VIP passengers noticed the heightened security began snapping pictures and filming; they speculated that some high–profile individual must be arriving.
Under the watchful eye of security, they were discreetly escorted to the innermost, most exclusive suite.
This was Charmaine’s first experience in such a space, and as they entered, she was left speechless. The suite resembled an opulent, private club, with shelves stocked with premium liquors lining the walls.
Across from them, a massive smart screen blended seamlessly into the room, offering a glimpse of the adjoining spaces. The screen displayed various services, ranging from private cinema viewings and fashion fittings for models to live cooking demonstrations by Michelin–starred chefs. It was a world of luxury beyond anything Charmaine had seen.
This was the kind of life the wealthy lived!
“Oh, hey, Ms. Nelson. Is this your first time here?” A voice interrupted her thoughts.
Charmaine turned and saw a group of people lounging on a leather sofa.
Kane’s here. That makes sense. But Keon, Shawn, and Sinnova? Why are they here?
She blinked, then glanced at Emyr with a curious expression. “Are they here for their company’s annual party too?”
Sinnova chuckled, his face lighting up with mischief. “Our company’s annual party? It’s nothing compared to the Crosses‘ gathering.”
Charmaine was confused.
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Charmaine’s eyes widened in surprise. Really?
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Keon then explained, “Emyr hasn’t left the state in a while, so we wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
Charmaine nodded, understanding. “I get it… but I still think they spoke from the heart.”
The group laughed together.
Sinnova added, “We’ve got some time before we board, and the Michelin chef here is excellent. Ms. Nelson, you should give it a try.”
Charmaine rubbed her stomach, feeling a bit regretful. “I just had two roast quails on the way…”
Shawn gasped in disbelief, his eyes wide. “Wait, you ate squabs … in Emyr’s car?”
.Charmaine nodded casually. “Yep.”
Shawn’s jaw dropped, unable to
prehend it. He raised his thumb, impressed despite himself.
Everyone knew how meticulous Emyr was about cleanliness.
He was so particular that sitting in his car was a chore, let alone eating in it.
They had expected Emyr to be lenient with Charmaine, but they never thought it would be that much.
They had newfound respect for Charmaine to be able to tame Emyr.
Charmaine shot Emyr a playful side glance, her eyes filled with mock reproach.
So they have a private chef here. Those quails could have waited until we returned!
Emyr, ever straightforward, immediately shut down her suggestion. “The chef was brought in from Elvenwood. The flavors may not suit your taste.”
Charmaine surrendered with a sigh. “Okay, fine. Guess the quails were the best choice!”
Emyr raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a small, mischievous smile. “They’re the best choice?”
Charmaine, eager to make him happy, patted his shoulder and gave him a playful squeeze. “My bad. You’re the best choice, much better than quails!”
Emyr’s eyes glinted with satisfaction, his expression softening just slightly.
At that moment, his phone rang. He stepped aside to take the call, while Charmaine quickly checked her own phone and began typing a message.
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