The CEO’s One Night Child

Their dinner with the Hensons was smooth and Page is thankful to Baby Sky for that. As a result, Don Vladimir’s dreaded questioning about her did not happen. But of course she can’t be considered complacent that that’s what happened because the don will be flushed. If the don wants to know about her, of course, it’s just a piece of cake for him.

But at least, she still can be considered lucky that the attention of the Hensons all night was caught by Baby Sky.

Baby Sky is still enjoying his sleep even though it’s almost five o’clock in the afternoon.

“Hey, son, I think you got tired of smiling last night and you’re still asleep until now,” she said while she looked at the baby who’s still sound asleep in the stroller.

She’s still in amazement that Don Vladimir actually bought Baby Sky an electric rocking chair with lots of toys hanging on it because the baby really enjoyed it last night.

What’s even funnier, it’s next to the don at the table who seems to have let everyone know last night that Baby Sky is already part of his family.

“You got them for your cuteness, baby boy!” When she spoke to Baby Sky again. She stroked her hair with the same thickness that he had inherited from Blue. “I just hope you get your daddy out of your cuteness too.”

She smiled despite the contradiction of what she said. As Baby Sky grows, his features inherited from its father become prominent. No one could say that he’s not from Blue, he got anything from her mother.

“During the months you’ve been in the tummy, it’s unfair that all of your features got from Blue Dodge Henson, hmp! Thank you so much and you’re a cute baby!” She gently squeezed Baby Sky’s cheek, he was still asleep, she thought he was really tired and regaining his strength now.

Hey, it’s better that she prepares what they can have for dinner tonight and Blue will be coming from the office soon, for sure.

Yes, when they woke up this morning with Baby Sky, her father was no longer there. He needs to work.

Yes, it was so easy for him to get to work early after their dinner date with Henson, last night. Blue is also busy at work, just like what she reads on business pages about him. Workaholic CEO. After all, there is no CEO who is not a workaholic. At the same time, the important thing is that he left a message that he pasted on the refrigerator that said that she should eat and not go hungry.

She just smiled suddenly when the sweetness of him that she never thought existed, played on her mind.

“Hmn, what can I cook here?” She pretended to whisper to herself as she looked up at the cupboard as if she thought she was good at cooking.

She wanted to grin when she noticed the complexity of those in the cupboard. Then suddenly, she asked in her mind if Blue knew how to cook and it seemed like yes if her basis was the things on his cupboard right now. Those are condiments and such for her are for complicated Filipino dishes, oh my G’s!

BLUE has a sharp sense of smell in foods because he has a hidden talent in cooking. Yep, hidden. That is because he has spent most of his existence in the four corners of his office. If he cooks it is just in front of cousins ​​and whenever he is alone and whenever he wants.

Nothing special. He just woke up one morning to try cooking and he was surprised that he had talent there. Red told him that he shouldn’t be surprised and that their late grandmother was a cook. That is also true.

“What’s that smell …?” he asked himself, as he descended because that smell intensified at the tip of his nose.

It’s no longer hard to guess that Page was eating that kind of smell…

But …

“What are you eating?” astonished, he asked and immediately approached her.

He’s right! She’s eating!

The woman smiled, enjoying her food, chewing like a child. “Meat, I saw it in your fridge. C’mon, get a plate, join me. It’s just that I don’t have rice. I don’t know how to cook. I’m sorry, I’m a fast learner, so can you teach me how to do it? So I’ll be able to cook rice tomorrow.”

The moment he finally let himself near her, he looked at what she was eating and to his surprise his nose smelled just right!

“Page, t-that’s not cooked!”

“Huh? H-Hey!” she weaned from his arm carrying her plate of meat.

He didn’t let it go, he quickly threw the meat in the trash bin.

“Oh my, why did you throw it away? I haven’t eaten much yet and I’m starving.”

It was as if she was crying when she said that. Her eyes remained in the trash bin.

“It’s not good to eat that. I don’t know, I mean, is that what you really want in a meat? Still raw?”

“N – Not at all …”

“Then good. End of this conversation,” he said irritably. He started to roll up the sleeves of his polo long sleeves, he washed his hands in the sink.

“The more the size of the meat you wasted.”

He caught a glimpse of her arms crossed, he frowned when he finished washing his hands. “There’s a higher chance that you can be infected with raw meat. Most of the time, severe health problems start with those and grilled ones.”

“Sure, go ahead, you’re right. I’ll just go to sleep,” she replied. She also tried to confuse the baby who was quietly sleeping in the baby stroller.

“No, put Baby Sky, down,” he commanded.

Her eyebrows were raised as she looked at him. “Why? I’m just going to sleep, Baby Sky and I.”

He ignored her sarcasm. That’s how women are. Grey said that with the type of habit he has, it is certain that Page will be able to beat him up often even though they are in the same house. So there, he knew that she was being tapped even though there was nothing really bad about what he did.

“I’ll prepare dinner, for you, for us. Surely, better than that raw meat.”

“IT’S delicious! Seriously, it’s yummy! I’m full! Thanks, Blue!”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Blue simply smiled.

If he observes, the deliciousness she said at the dinner they ate was genuine. To think that he just cooked sarciado. He remembered earlier that he still had two large Tilapia in the freezer that were right for Page and for him.

“I’m so full, geeez!”

He drank some water before answering. “So, those foods in the past were cooked by Haya?”

The person she was talking to was caught. She seemed to suddenly think of an answer to the question.

“Hmn, those fries, yes, she is. B-But Why did you ask?”

Shrugging his shoulders he replied, “So, mostly you two ordered something else we ate then?”

She nodded softly. “Sort of…”

“Ah, so, you don’t really know how to cook so you put up with that undercooked meat.” It wasn’t a question, he said it in a definite tone.

“Oh – Yes, that’s how it is …”

When she looked at him, she was already frowning. He just nodded. Then he got up and carried the plate he had used to the sink.

“Hey, leave the dishes to me!”

“You? Seriously?” He raised an eyebrow at her, as she followed him to the sink.

Of course, he washed his hands again because he just finished eating. Page did the same when she stood next to him at the sink.

“Yeah, I’ll wash the dishes,” she replied.

“Ah.”

“What ah?” She further pushed him away from the sink.

He stepped forward and just gave in to her. He just wiped his wet hand on the rag hanging on the fridge, it was actually next to the sink for the purpose of wiping after washing hands on the sink.

She first tied his long hair and then wiped her hands with a rag. He was just there and watched her. He even leaned on the fridge and he was really waiting for what she would do next. In that position, he clearly saw that the scrub suit that he had ordered her to wear while she was in his house also did not hide the beautiful shape of her body …

He sneered, then stared into the face of her beautiful dishwasher – yes, he must admit, his dishwasher was beautiful so it would be better for him to lock himself up.

“Oh, are you going to sleep?”

“Yeah.”

“Coffee, maybe you like it?”

“Maybe later.”

“Okay.”

“Ah, Page?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t break the plates and glasses, okay?” he instructed her before he turned his steps at the ladder.

He doesn’t know where the feeling comes from that one of these days he will go to the mall again to buy new kitchen utensils.

“Hey, you’re so mean to me, it’s like you said I don’t know how to wash the dishes!”

Sort of, my dear…