Mission To Remarry

Chapter 987 Look After You

Sonya was a woman of her word. That afternoon, Aubree appeared at the Farwell residence door. Catalina gazed at Aubree on the video intercom screen. Recalling Lucian’s instructions, she let her in.

Aubree had a thermal container in her hand, and she headed for the stairs as soon as she walked in. “Ms. Pearson,” Catalina called out, wanting to tell her that Lucian was working and not to go up and disturb him.

To her surprise, Aubree acted as though she was invisible and went straight upstairs. As the older woman watched Aubree waltz off, her thoughts inadvertently turned to Roxanne.

It’s just as I thought. In comparison, Ms. Jarvis is still a much nicer person. She sighed, then quickly hurried after Aubree.

Aubree walked up to the door to Lucian’s bedroom. She raised her hand to knock on the door, then entered the room without waiting for a response.

“Lucian—” She broke off abruptly when she saw him sitting on the bed and working. “Why are you up? Mrs. Farwell told me you were resting.”

Lucian was in the middle of going through his emails. When he heard what she said, he looked up impatiently and glanced at her.

“Even if I was resting, does it mean you can barge in like this?”

left her speechless. After a while, she finally explained guiltily, “I was just worried about you after hearing Mrs. Farwell say that you’re

composed herself and approached him with a concerned expression. Then she opened

broth earlier this afternoon after learning that you were ill. Hurry up and try

she made to serve him

did not even spare her a glance as he replied, “No, thanks. I’ve already

little broth. It won’t be very filling. My mother makes it for me whenever

hint of displeasure flashed across his eyes as he stared

few steps behind Aubree. As soon as she walked into the room and took in the scene, she cleared her throat helplessly. “Ms. Pearson, Mr. Farwell is running a fever. It’s best if he doesn’t

also because I can see Mr. Farwell doesn’t want to pay her

that, Aubree

brushed her hands away. “I appreciate the thought, but there’s no need to do anything

my fault for not taking that into consideration. How about I help to make dinner? I’ll

You don’t need

pretended to frown helplessly. “But… Mrs. Farwell asked me to

he heard her