CEO’s Romantic Affair

Cathryn nodded and went into her bedroom. Although she was exhausted tonight, after taking a shower, she fell asleep quickly.

When Cathryn woke up the next day, a maid knocked at the door and came into her room with breakfast. The name of the maid was Eva.

However, Cathryn was still not accustomed to being served, so she cleaned herself up after thanking Eva and then went to the table in her room to eat breakfast.

There was only one breakfast on the table. Eva looked at Cathryn and explained, “Mr. Clarkson has already had breakfast and went to work.”

“Well, thank you,” said Cathryn, feeling a little disappointed. Cathryn shook her head and felt somewhat saddened, but she thought it was probably because she was accustomed to eating with Keith. For some reason, she felt eating alone made her feel embarrassed.

After Eva left, she was alone in the empty room, and a kind of long-lost loneliness made her heart ache. As soon as Eva went downstairs, she informed John that Cathryn had gotten up. Therefore, by the time Cathryn was about to go downstairs, John had come up.

Cathryn’s cell phone suddenly rang when John was about to bow and listen to her.

“Hello, Grace?” Cathryn answered the phone.

“Do you feel better, Cathryn? Are you still in the hospital?” Grace sounded worried.

In the days when Cathryn was in the hospital, Grace was too busy to care for her. Luckily, Keith was there to care for her, which made Grace’s mind at ease.

Today Grace was free, so she was going to visit Cathryn. “I’m well.” Looking up at John, who had politely gone to the first floor to protect her privacy, Cathryn smiled and replied, “I was discharged yesterday.”

“Where are you now?” Grace asked.

“I’m … I’m at Keith’s home now,” Cathryn said shyly. Before Grace could say anything, Cathryn told her all the things that had happened yesterday.

“Jordan is such a jerk. I don’t know what you ever saw in him,” Grace shouted, filled with rage. She suddenly thought of something and asked Cathryn, “Which island are you on now?”

“Flower Island,” replied Cathryn honestly.

“I’ve never heard of that island,” Grace said, somewhat wondering where it was. The Southern District of Douglas City was really not the place where just ordinary people could go. Therefore, it was normal that there were some places in the Southern District that she didn’t know.

“Come over to the Western District. I’ll wait for you at the coffee house where we often go.” Grace continued to say. Feeling it was boring to stay alone, Cathryn immediately agreed to Grace’s invitation.

After hanging up the phone, she went downstairs to look for John. On the lawn at the door, John was directing a few men in uniform to mow the lawn. Seeing Cathryn come downstairs, John hurried up to her and asked, “What can I do for you, Miss Riley?”

“I want to go to the Western District.” Cathryn said, “Is there a bus station here?”

Shaking his head, John said to her, “No, but I can send the driver to drive you there.”

“Well, thanks.” Cathryn nodded and said.

After hanging up the phone, Grace hurried to the coffee house she often went to. She ordered dessert and coffee, Grace sat there and began to search for information about Flower Island. There were a lot of answers displayed on the web page, but all of these were only brief descriptions. The only thing that she could find was a document introducing the owner of the island as a painter, who was about fifty years old, a low-key man, and there were few photos of him on the internet.

However, he had a lot of paintings. Looking at his pictures on the auction website with prices of up to seven figures, Grace was so surprised that she was unable to speak. After taking a sip of coffee, Grace raised her head and looked out the window, and prepared to search for information about Keith. At the moment when she looked up, a car outside the window suddenly caught her attention, not only her but also the several people in the next seat were attracted to it.

In the parking area of the coffee house, a Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped in the middle of a row of cheap vehicles. The driver of the car was in a uniform, and apparently, the car was not his. When he got out and trotted to the back to open the door, everyone watched with bated breath, wanting to see who the owner of the car was.

After the driver opened the door, a woman stepped out of the car. The woman had delicate facial features, and her face, which was without makeup, was sweet and fascinating. Her eyes were bright and charming. On the contrary to her beautiful and lovely appearance, she was just dressed in cheap cotton sportswear.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

A woman, who was sitting next to Grace, whispered to her companions, “Bah! Wearing such cheap clothes and stepping down from such an expensive car, she must be a mistress.”

“What’s wrong with wearing cheap clothes? She doesn’t pay attention to appearance but to quality and elegance. Understand?” Grace roared at the woman beside her.

Just as Grace had finished saying that, Cathryn had already entered the coffee house and sat down opposite her. Smiling and picking up the half-eaten piece of cake that was left by Grace. Cathryn stuffed it into her mouth, chewed, and complained, “I haven’t eaten any cake for days.” Then she quickly swallowed the cake, licked her fingers, and called, “Waiter, could I have one more piece of Black Forest Cake?”

A few moments later, the cake arrived. “Here’s your Black Forest Cake, madam,” said the waiter respectfully.

“Thank you,” Cathryn said and then began stuffing the cake in her mouth as if she hadn’t eaten for a week. She glanced at the woman who was being very disrespectful. She could hear them snickering at the next table, Grace let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey! Look at this.” Grace handed Cathryn her cell phone and said to her, “I didn’t expect that Keith was born in such a wealthy family. The Island is supposed to be his father’s property. His father is a painter, and his paintings are all very expensive. I find it amazing that his paintings can be sold at such a high price when he’s still alive!”