CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: THE PRESIDENT BROUGHT A HOMEMADE BENTO

The next day, Nina Sinclair got up early.

In the middle of the night, Julian Lancaster finally behaved himself a bit and stopped leaning on her. She eventually drifted off to sleep in a daze.

After washing up, she headed to the kitchen and started bustling around.

Previously, most of her mural orders required her to go to the villa district, or sometimes to the countryside to paint walls, where meals weren’t very convenient, so she got used to bringing her own food.

Now that there was another person, she casually prepared two servings.

Just as she was putting the lid on the lunchbox, she turned around and saw Julian Lancaster standing at the kitchen door, his deep eyes resting on her, seemingly lost in thought.

"You’re up? Come have breakfast."

Nina brought breakfast to the table. It was a simple Western-style breakfast of bacon, fried eggs, milk, and sandwiches.

"I have to go buy paint later. Do you know where in Veridia they sell acrylic paint?" Nina wasn’t familiar with Veridia, so she had to ask Julian Lancaster.

Julian remembered the mural project Nina Sinclair was doing for Zenith Group’s exterior wall.

He replied, "Eastwood Avenue."

"Oh." Nina nodded, as if she thought of something, and asked, "I’ll buy the paint and then help you move things over later."

"No need. My friend will bring them over."

Last night, he arranged for Felix Ford to deliver the items. To avoid revealing his identity, he had decided not to use anything from his past, opting for just a few new items, including borrowing Felix’s car.

Nina hurriedly said, "Really? Then thank your friend for me."

After breakfast, Nina was about to leave, and Julian Lancaster picked up the car keys and said, "Do you need a ride?"

Nina didn’t refuse.

She wasn’t familiar with Veridia, and having someone to guide her was better than searching by herself.

Julian Lancaster’s car was already parked below the apartment, a modest Volkswagen worth just over a hundred thousand, looking ordinary yet understated.

Nina was momentarily surprised. He had been in the apartment all night; when did he move the car over?

An hour later, Julian dropped Nina off at Eastwood Avenue. Nina unbuckled her seat belt and said, "You should be busy today. I can get back myself."

Julian’s gaze fell on the bag with small floral prints beside him, and he reminded her, "You forgot your stuff."

"This is yours."

Nina smiled and said, "I made you a lunchbox to take with you later."

Having said that, she closed the door.

He looked down at the lunchbox, his brows slightly furrowed, seeming somewhat disdainful.

This woman, having failed to seduce him last night, was trying a different tactic?

Conquer a man by first conquering his stomach?

Julian Lancaster parked his car in the Zenith Parking Garage. He looked at the lunchbox Nina had left, initially wanting to throw it away, but recalled the image of her busy in the kitchen that morning.

After hesitating for a moment, he ended up taking the lunchbox with him.

He took the dedicated elevator upstairs.

The assistants waiting at the President’s office door were so shocked to see Julian Lancaster carrying a lunchbox with a small floral bag that they nearly popped their eyes out.

What did they just see?

President Lancaster actually brought a lunchbox? And in such a girlish bag, could it be that this cold and heartless man has started dating?

No way! It’s possible that Miss Sharon Lancaster made it for him.

Felix Ford walked in from outside, noticing the stealthy, head-poking behavior of the two assistants. He asked, "What are you looking at?"

The two whispered quickly, "Hey, we just saw President Lancaster bringing a lunchbox made by Miss Lancaster. Miss Lancaster really cares for her brother..."

Felix’s mouth twitched. He had to shatter their beautiful fantasy.

"Miss Sharon doesn’t cook."

Sharon Lancaster doesn’t cook? Then who made Julian Lancaster’s lunchbox?