The Poor Billionaire

Chapter 37 Unfathomable Feelings

Cara was in cloud nine as she munched on the food. Every spoonful she took filled her heart with more

joy. She couldn't afford to go to the Lake Hotel, let alone taste the most expensive dish on the menu.

This was the first time she was eating the Lake Pot. It tasted like heaven.

Cara still had self-control because Horace was beside her. If he hadn't been there, she would have

gulped down the food to the extent that it would be dripping down her jaw. Even so, she still finished

two boxes of food alone.

Fortunately, Caylee didn't eat much. If Cara had deliberately shortened his mother's portion, Horace

would have sent her away. He was appalled as he watched her eating. He had never seen such a

greedy foodie.

'Ah! Why is Cara eating like this? Did she die of starvation in her previous life?' Horace couldn't help

but wonder as he looked at the empty takeout boxes and the remaining two pieces of desserts. Cara

was the first woman he knew that had a larger appetite than a man.

Despite Cara's gluttonous nature, she wasn't obese. She was just plus-size and had great curves.

Horace reasoned that she must have been downing diet pills regularly.

This was the only logical explanation he could think of for her good figure. Gluttonous people mostly

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Caylee only ate one slice of dessert. There were three slices in each pack. It was obvious that Cara

had eaten a lot.

"Alas!" Horace sighed as he looked at the foodie. In a serious tone, he said, "Cara, you are a woman. I

think I know why you are still single. Men are somewhat afraid of women who eat too much. I advise

that you cut down on what you eat, so you don't scare all the men away."

"Humph!" Cara snorted. "Mr. Warren, I know my worth. If no man asks for my hand in marriage, I'll go

to you. After all, you just placed a curse on me," she said in a coquettish tone.

"Oh, my God! Cara, please don't lie against me. I didn't curse you at all. I was just giving you a

harmless piece of advice. Anyway, suit yourself. Eat more if you like. It's none of my business." Horace

shook his head and defended himself immediately. He didn't want to end up with a woman like Cara.

She was a troublesome foodie. She would turn him into a fat man if he married her.

"Well, I don't care!" Cara pouted and acted like a spoiled child.

To avoid further accusations, Horace ignored her protest. Dinner ended and Cara cleared the table.

She didn't stop there; she also cleaned the entire room even though it was the cleaner's job.

Instead of concerning himself with her overzealousness, Horace talked with his mother for a long time.

Caylee dozed off while they were still chatting. He tucked her in bed and kissed her goodnight. It was

just ten o'clock when he climbed onto the empty bed and fell asleep. He didn't want to disturb his

mother's rest.

The following day, Horace woke up before six o'clock. He had just sat up on the bed when something

occurred to him. He patted his head reprovingly and muttered, "I almost forgot such an important

thing."

He quickly took out his phone and dialed a number.

The line connected after the first ring.

The next second, a lazy and angry female voice came from the other end of the line. "Who is it? Didn't

you check the time before calling? It's too early to call someone at six o'clock in the morning."

"Hello, accept my apologies for disturbing your sleep. Am I on to Edna Avila? This is Horace Warren.

Have you heard of me before?"

Horace overlooked her attitude and apologized briefly. He would have reacted the same way if

someone had disturbed his sleep with a call.

The words from the other end of the line made the woman wide awake. She sat up on the bed and

asked in confusion, "Who are you? How did you get my number? Are you one of my admirers? There

are many men who want to win my heart. You have to wait in line, understand? Since there's nothing

else to say, I have to hang up now!"

Edna didn't leave a chance for Horace to speak. But instead of hanging up, she suddenly asked,

"Horace? Did you just say your name is Horace Warren? Why does your name sound so familiar?"

An alarm suddenly went off in Edna's head and she screamed. "Oh, my God! Mr. Warren, I'm so sorry. I

made a grave mistake. Please punish me!" she stuttered in a trembling voice.

"It's all right, Edna. I shouldn't have called you so early in the first place," Horace said in a soft voice.

"My friend's birthday is today. I'm bringing her to celebrate it at the restaurant you manage by noon.

Can you reserve a table for me?"

Edna was the manager of the Country Music Restaurant, so she was working for Horace. However,

she wasn't one of the top executives of the Warren family's business, so she had never met or spoken

to him before. She had only seen his photos. This was why she didn't recognize his voice.

"What?" Edna exclaimed in disbelief. He was her boss, so she was shocked that he pinned the blame

on himself even after she spoke to him rudely.

This kind of boss was hard to find.

After regaining composure, she replied respectfully, "Mr. Warren, you don't need to worry. I will

definitely make a reservation and get everything ready before your arrival."

"Okay, I'm counting on you, Edna."

"Thank you for trusting me, Mr. Warren. I will not let you down! Ha-ha!"

"I know of your excellent abilities. Of course, I believe you will deliver!"

Horace had read some information online about Edna. At the young age of twenty-nine, she became

the manager of the Country Music Restaurant and a standby person in charge of the Warren family's

business in Rinas.

With more years of hard work, she was sure to become one of the top associates of the Warren family.

She would be able to rub shoulders with Farris at that time.

Edna's diligence to work and previous success were pointers to how excellent she was. All the top

executives of the Warren family's business in Rinas were over forty years old. She could even regard

them as her uncles. But she would wield the same power as them in a few years.

Even Raul was impressed with her works. He once said that in the future, she might be able to work for

the Warren family in Antawood. She would become a popular figure and many people would accord

her great respect irrespective of her age.

"I feel honored, Mr. Warren. Thank you very much. I promise to work even harder in the future!" Edna

vowed while nodding. She felt it was a great honor to receive his praise.

Horace was not only her boss, but also the heir of the Warren family.

"Okay, Edna. You go get everything ready. I'm hanging up now. Bye!"

"Bye, Mr. Warren."

After Horace hung up the phone, he rubbed his head. Something was bothering him greatly. It was

none other than the mystery of Laila's feelings for him.

He had planned to make the necessary arrangements for her birthday party yesterday. But after what

happened in the taxi, his head was in a mess and he couldn't think straight. He was so caught up in

figuring out if Laila had a crush on him that he forgot today was her birthday.

It wasn't until this morning that he remembered.

'I need to stop worrying about this. Irrespective of the kind of feelings Laila has for me, I'll make today

extra special and unforgettable for her!'

Horace advised himself and went to the washroom to wash up.

Afterward, he had breakfast with his mother. He planned to buy a gift for Laila at the Sea Square, which

was the most luxurious shopping mall in Rinas. Even though he was now rich, he didn't have anything

valuable, let alone a befitting gift for Laila. Actually, while he was out yesterday afternoon, Raul had

stopped by to see his mother and given her some precious jewelry. But his mother's jewel was out of

the question. He never touched her belongings for any reason.