Serve No One This Life

Jonathan sat on the couch, opened the lunch box, and took out the dishes and rice bowl. “Have you eaten the portion for one person!”

Angela nodded. “Yes, I ate before coming”

Then, she began to look around his office. It was her first time here.

A few seconds later, Jonathan murmured in acknowledgment.

They ate in silence.

This style matches perfectly with the decoration of Springgate Estates. Angela figured it was the work of an interior designer.

In less than a minute, the door was pushed open again, and a female secretary brought in at cup of tea. “Miss Angela, here’s your tea.”

Angela casually replied. “Okay, thank you.

“Not Miss Angela, it’s Mrs. Lawson.” Jonathan stopped using his cutleries and glanced at the secretary. “This is my wife. In the future, when she comes, just bring it directly to my office.”

“Okay, Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Lawson. The female secretary looked at Angela with a complicated. look, then got up and left the room.

Within a few minutes, there was another knock on the office door.

“Come in.”

The secretary held a lunch box and said nervously, “Mr. Lawson, this is the lunch that was ordered in advance and has been delivered.”

Jonathan didn’t even look up and said softly, “Just leave it there.”

Lunch? Is this what he normally eats if lunch isn’t delivered?

She turned around and happened to see the secretary looking at her. The latter quickly withdrew her gaze and left the office.

Angela curiously asked, “Jonathan, is this your work lunch?”

Jonathan, who was still eating, looked up at her, then glanced at the lunch box placed on the

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explained, “It’s fine to leave it

“Oh.”

down

said too many times.

about to look away, she inadvertently glanced at the lunch

up the lunch box to see what someone like Jonathan, a

a silver insulated container. She turned it around and found

one, the kind she used to give to George and James for their work lunches, and Fanny would deliver them using the

put the lunch box down, unscrewed the lid, and

was fried eggs, and they were… smiley face

presentation was also plain, not like how restaurants serve dishes. It looked more like the kind of lunch packed by a young working

a different place next time. The presentation here is really

raised his eyes, locked eyes with her for a

as he pushed the door open, he saw

immediately realized he was

you asked for.

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Christopher lowered his head nervously. unable to meet his father’s

was furious. He slammed the documents on the table and pointed at Christopher, Sternly reprimanding, “What were you thinking? How did you end up arguing with Jonathan again? And that Angela, she’s your

her

Teresa lingered due to Elisa’s death. He had insisted

that Jonathan was

would

couldn’t fathom how he

I just don’t want Angela to

because of that d’mned

know her place and dares to speak disrespectfully to me,

“Enough! Understand your place. Do you not grasp the current situation? How long do

in order to bring

and ensure that Jonathan would

belong to the

a sharp blade, causing his expression to

a long time. Although no one pointed fingers at him and called him an illegitimate

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