Chapter 212: Learning From A Master
It was a group photo.
It was a photo of him and Finn Moore in their academy uniforms, taken three years ago when they graduated from school. He didn’t expect time to pass so fast. Three years had passed in a blink.
He sneered, put the photo back, and was about to turn around.
"Chris."
At some point, Janice had walked in.
Christopher was startled. He put the book back and said unhappily, "Why didn’t you knock before you come in?" He was snapped back to reality from his book by Janice.
"Oh, I’m sorry. I came in without knocking because the door was not closed. Um... I’ll knock on the door right away."
As she spoke, she turned around and walked towards the door. Christopher was speechless and reached out to grab her arm. "Speak, what is it?"
Janice said. "Oh, what I meant to say that there are no more cooking ingredients at home. I’ll order takeaway. What do you want to eat?"
Christopher replied, "I don’t like takeout."
"What should I do? I forgot to buy ingredients. It’s too late now."
"There are no ingredients at all in the refrigerator?"
Christopher frowned.
Janice shook her head.
Christopher didn’t believe her. He walked past her to the study, went into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator to have a look. "Isn’t there udon?"
"I... I don’t know how to cook udon."
She was a little embarrassed.
Christopher frowned again.
"Let me do it."
After saying that, he picked up two packs of udon and walked towards the stove.
Janice frowned as she followed him. However, when she thought of how he had looked at the photos in the study earlier, he seemed to have something on his mind.
She stepped forward and looked at his back. She wanted to ask him, but she didn’t
know what to say.
At that moment, Christopher suddenly turned his head and met her slightly panicked gaze. He frowned.
"What are you doing there?"
Janice was stunned. "Learning from the master?"
She forced a smile.
Christopher continued to frown. "Can you learn anything with your IQ?"
He turned away contemptuously.
Janice didn’t know what to say again.
"Don’t look down on me. I just have no one to teach me. If someone teaches me, I’ll master it right away."
She said retorted.
Hearing her words, Christopher curled his lips.
"Okay, I’ll teach you. Let’s see if you can start right away."
He said with a straight face.
Janice, on the other hand, felt a little unconfident.
"Let’s not try this time."
"Yes, come here. I’ll teach you on the spot."
Janice reluctantly walked over.
"Watch carefully, you have to fish up some noodles first..."
He explained while he cooked.
Janice, on the other hand, was a little distracted. She thought to herself: If she had wanted to learn, she could have just Googled it. There was no need for her to go through so much trouble.
It was simply because he looked troubled. In order to divert his attention so he did not stay alone in the study and think too much, so she made such an excuse.
As Christopher explained, he noticed that she was not serious and frowned. "You’d better go out first. I’ll write down the instructions for you later." "Oh."
Janice could only walk out. Forget about it, she would find an opportunity to ask him. She walked to the living room and sat down. After a while, Christopher came out of the kitchen with two bowls of stir-fried udon noodles. He placed the noodles in front of her and put down a piece of paper, saying, "The method is written on it. Take a
look for yourself."
Janice picked up the piece of paper and glanced at it. The corner of her mouth twitched. He really did write it down.
Christopher inadvertently raised his head and found that Janice just picked up the note, glanced at it, then threw it aside. He frowned and knew that she didn’t really want to learn. He shook his head helplessly, then as if a thought came to him, his eyes flashed a bright and clear sparkle as he said.
"Just follow the steps written on the paper and make another set for me. Send it to the company at noon tomorrow."
...
"Why?"
Janice had just finished taking a sip of the water when she heard Christopher’s words. She almost choked on it.
Christopher quickly drew out a piece of tissue and handed it to her. "For no reason, I don’t like eating out."
"Oh."
When Janice received the tissue and as she wiped herself, she couldn’t help but feel the warmth and kindness of the gesture, he just chivalrously performed. Does this act imply he was comfortable with her? After all, he had asked her to deliver his food to the company.
"Is there anything else you want to eat besides udon?" she asked.
Christopher frowned and said, "As long as you can prepare great udon, that will do well enough."
"Oh."
Janice nodded her head affectionately. She couldn’t help curling her lips into a charmingly sweet smile.
Christopher looked at the smile on her lips and his brows furrowed. He did this because he didn’t want her to go to Sophie’s side again. Although, he couldn’t quite make out what was actually going on between her and Sophie. However, based on his understanding of Sophie, he knew that Janice was no match for her at all.
The two of them finished the meal while already lost in their imaginations and fantasies.
Ever since Janice promised Christopher that she would deliver food for him to his company, she started rehearsing how diligently she would do the job. An extra sprinkle of concern and outstanding.
Didn’t they say that one had to win a man’s stomach first in order to win his heart?
Or the gateway to a man’s heart is through his stomach?
Although Christopher was always quite choosy about the people he wants to be affiliated with, she still believes had a chance. Therefore, she had to make a good impression from the delicious dish she would prepare tomorrow so that he could only heap praises on her for it.
The following morning, Janice went to the supermarket. She had to get some fresh vegetables and spices to prepare lunch.
When she left, Christopher was still asleep, so she left him a note.
When Christopher got up in the morning, he saw the note she had left on the table: "I’m going to the supermarket. There is milk and bread in the refrigerator. I’ll have breakfast when I come back."
She drew a charming figure of a hearts sign at the foot of the note to end it.
Christopher stared at the elegant words and couldn’t help chuckling. Then he turned around, opened the refrigerator, took out some bread and milk, and ate breakfast.
Meanwhile. in the supermarket, Janice was shopping out some raw food in the frozen food section according to her recipe list.
Halfway through her task, she got a call from Lucy.
"Janice, how have you been recently?"
Hearing Lucy’s question, Janice felt that her relationship with Christopher had gradually improved in recent days. She said, "It’s very good. What about you? Have you been busy recently?" She also asked.
Lucy said, "It’s the same as always. I’m busy reporting news every day. By the way, I want to tell you something. When I went to the police station to follow-up on the dog abuse case, I heard a saying."
"What saying?" Janice asked.
Lucy said, "I heard from the police that those dog traffickers didn’t know your reporter’s identity at first. Someone told them that you were stalking and reporting this matter, so they targeted you. But after thinking about it, no one really knew that we were investigating dog abuse cases at that time, and we had never revealed it to anyone in fact, so I think it was already pre-planned."
Janice sank into deep thoughts after hearing Lucy’s explanation.
Was it premeditated?
That was to say, Nino’s disappearance was by no means an accident at that time?
Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered something. Rob had told her previously that Christopher had done some investigation and had concluded that there was someone behind her detention by the police the last time. He had investigated it but before she could ask, she was interrupted then.
Now that she thought about it, perhaps the mastermind behind these two incidents was the same person.
She had to ask Rob about it.
...
Thinking of this, she instantly phoned Rob, only to find that his phone was switched off at that moment. Yikes!
It seemed that her only alternative was to ask Christopher when she is supposed to deliver lunch at noon.
Just then, in the company.
Christopher had concluded his scheduled morning meeting. As soon as he returned to his office, his phone rang.
He picked it up.
"Mr. Bateman, I’ve found out what you had asked me to investigate. Mr. Hanson left Tomaville half a month ago, we only know the place where he went at that time. We can’t find anything after that."
After hearing the news, Christopher furrowed his brows. He knew Rob well. He was not an irresponsible person. It looked like there was something he didn’t know.
He suddenly tried to recalled the incident in clear detail.
Did something happen during that period of time that I didn’t take notice of?
But he couldn’t remember now.
Just as he was having a headache trying to figure out, someone knocked on his office door.
"Come in."
He rubbed his temples, which were aching a little. He was already experiencing mild symptoms of migraine. When he looked up, he saw Finn walk in. He was stunned for a moment, then said with an expressionless face, "Why are you here?"
Finn was stunned and at a loss for words when he noticed that his expression wasn’t quite welcoming. He asked, "Mr. Bateman, are you feeling unwell?"
Christopher answered sharply. "No."
Only then did Finn relax. "Mr. Bateman, I heard that you were injured. I think you should pay more attention to your health. You can’t be too tired these days. Why don’t I stay behind and help you get things done?"
Just after suggesting, he quickly walked over, picked up the documents scattered on the table, and tidied them up.
Looking at his flustered look, Christopher frowned again.
"Put them down first."
Finn stopped when he heard this.
"You’d better go back and spend time with Uncle Charlie."
As Christopher spoke, he stood up, took the documents in his hands, and began to work seriously.
Finn withdrew his hands slowly after it was emptied. He stared at Christopher who was working intently and did not say a word after. He turned around hesitantly and walked to the door. He held the door handle, but he was quite unwilling in his heart to give up. After a moment of hesitation, he summoned up the courage to take leave. "Mr. Bateman, I... Are you still blaming me for what happened three years ago?"
He lowered his head.
Christopher clenched the document in his hand tightly. After a while, he slowly raised his head to look at him.
"I’ll just pretend that you didn’t say anything."
With these words, he lowered his head and ignored him and kept working.
Finn’s heart sank, he managed to mask the embarrassment and leaned forward slightly. He then turned around and walked to the door, opened it, and walked out.
After he had left, Christopher lost the mood for work. He angrily threw the documents aside in annoyance and took out his mobile phone. He was about to make a call, but didn’t know who to call.
After rummaging through his contacts again and again, his eye finally caught Janice’s number. He paused for a moment before dialing.
In the villa, Janice was still sorting out the ingredients in the kitchen. When she heard the phone ring, she immediately wiped her hands and picked it up.
"Hello..."
Christopher stood silent for a moment before saying, "It’s me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Janice couldn’t help but smile. "Why are you calling me?"
Christopher nodded, but didn’t know what to say to her.
He just felt very upset and wanted someone to talk to, so he just involuntarily dialed her number. However, when she picked up the phone, he actually didn’t know what to say.
He paused for a moment and said, "Don’t forget to bring the food here at noon."
Upon hearing him say this, Janice nodded her head.
"Mm, I know."
"Then I’ll hang up."
He grimaced and hung up the phone, but he suddenly realized a problem.
Why did he call Janice? Why her?
