CHAPTER 219: SHE EATS TOO MUCH

Hilla was not on familiar terms with Stefan now. Therefore, Hilla needed to pay Stefan for the fabric.

Moreover, the fabric was so expensive that Stefan might have given it to someone else.

"How about the one in Mrs. Key’s hand..."

"Well, you know that the fabric is beautiful. I heard that Mrs. Key found a foreign designer to make a dress for her the next day when she received it. And I heard that Mrs. Key likes it very much and takes it out from time to time to take a look."

He had been in the Key Group for a long time, so he gradually heard more gossip.

Hilla pursed her lips and asked, "How about the one in Stefan’s hand? Did he give it to anyone?"

"I don’t know. He is so private and won’t tell us about this. I thought he might give it to the wife of his client."

Hilla thought, "Yes, the one I got might be the one Stefan that had given to others."

The three bolts of fabrics were weaved by Mr. Key in private, and there was no record in the company’s account.

Therefore, they didn’t know which one Hilla had gotten.

Hilla thought that she could only ask Stefan.

When she called Stefan, Hilla thought he wouldn’t answer it. However, Stefan answered it quickly.

Hilla was stunned for a moment before saying, "Mr. Key, I am looking for you today because I get a favor to ask."

"What’s the matter?"

Stefan’s cold voice reached to her ears, followed by the sound of pages being flipped. It seemed that he was busy in the office.

Hilla said bluntly, "It is for a bolt of fabric. My clients ordered a set of clothes, but I accidentally dirtied the fabrics. I found out that the fabrics are produced three years ago by the Key Group, and there are only three bolts."

"Flowing Light!"

Stefan replied softly, "The name of the fabrics."

As soon as Hilla said three years ago and there were only three bolts, he knew it must be the Flowing Light.

Stefan put down the pen and glanced at the assistant opposite him, and then his assistant quickly understood and tidied up the table before leaving.

"I do have one."

Hilla was delighted and asked eagerly, "Can you sell it to me?"

She knew that it was expensive because even the silkworms were specially raised.

If the price was too high, she could only borrow money from Bruce. Although using her husband’s money couldn’t be counted as borrowing, Hilla didn’t want to rely on Bruce.

Stefan refused, "No."

Hilla almost wanted to jump up and curse him. Stefan was indeed cold, heartless, and ruthless.

"You are so unreasonable that you are destined to be alone!" Hilla thought.

"But I can give it to you."

Stefan said slowly, and Hilla almost blacked out.

Couldn’t he speak that in one breath?

She couldn’t understand these bosses. Wouldn’t they get tired every day?

"You can’t give it to me for free, can you?"

Hilla was not a fool. She didn’t have a close friendship with Stefan. It would be good if the Andersons and Stefan were not enemies like the rumor.

If they were enemies, how could he give her such a precious fabric? And even if he gave it to her, she would not dare to accept it.

"Of course."

Hilla thought that was true as expected!

Hilla sniggered, "Mr. Key, do you have any requests? Or do you need my help?

"What do you want to send?"

Hilla suddenly thought of Riya who was far away in Pinecastle and thought it was the best choice to make friends with Riya.

Not only did she know some of Bruce’s embarrassing moments when he was young, but it could even help her in her career.

No wonder people often said that having one more friend meant having one more career.

"No, you just need to call her back."

Stefan’s sound slowly came to Hilla’s ears. Hilla was shocked and asked, "Mr. Bond, you are too ambitious.

"I’m wondering whether you want to propose to Riya."

Stefan suddenly coughed. After a while, he whispered, "No."

"Do you still want to get the fabric?"

It was obvious that he didn’t want her to continue asking, so Hilla was also very tactful, "Yes."

For the sake of her clients and the fabric, Hilla could only occasionally betray her best friend.

"OK, I will get someone to bring it to you tonight."

Tonight? So fast?

Before Hilla could regain her composure, Stefan had hung up the phone.

Hilla was lost for word. She pursed her lips and thought, "Stefan is efficient and only Riya can tame him."

The matter of the fabrics was solved in an instant, so Hilla felt relieved. She also sent a message to Halle to reassure her and then returned to the Lakeshore Center.

It was true that one in a good mood was efficient.

After she went back, she made some adjustments and modifications in designs and sent them to the clients.

The clients felt that it was more beautiful than before, so they agreed to her modifications.

After the problem was solved, Halle also breathed a sigh of relief.

When she saw the mess, she was also stunned. And then Halle, who had always been good-natured, roared at Emily for the first time.

Emily was only more than a year old and didn’t know anything, so she felt distressed and very guilty after that.

Perhaps it was paradoxical as a mother. Fortunately, the matter was solved successfully. Otherwise, she didn’t know how to explain to Hilla.

However, this matter woke Halle up. She re-planned the studio. In some rooms, no one could enter except for herself or her assistant.

The areas in which Emily could play were also redesigned by her, and she also gave the maid some attention points.

That was a good lesson for them, and their studio had made a progress. "Halle, you can’t blame, hit, or roar at Emily."

Hilla had a great appetite after she returned home. Halle thought it was because Hilla had successfully solved the problem.

Halle smiled at Hilla through the phone and said, "You seem to have gotten fatter. As expected, Bruce can take care of you."

Women seemed to be afraid of others saying that she was fatter, and Hilla was no exception. Therefore, Hilla quickly put down the knife and fork and said, "That’s impossible. It’s just that my phone is so close that my face is enlarged."

Hilla even put her phone a little farther away, but Halle had no mood to care whether Hilla was fatter.

Halle said, "I saw on the Internet that there will be a design competition in the River City. Will you participate?"

"I knew, but I have no intention of participating in it."

Hilla tore off a tissue to wipe her mouth, picked up a glass of milk next to her, and took a sip. Suddenly, waves of nausea washed over her.

Hilla rushed into the bathroom and vomited.

Halle watched this and said in a daze, "Hilla, are you pregnant?"

...

It was only after Hilla had vomited up everything in her stomach that she felt better.

However, when her stomach was empty, she felt a little hungry.

Hilla was very embarrassed. When could she eat so much?

Although it was awkward, she did feel unwell.

Hilla returned to the dining table again and started to eat without any hesitation.

After taking two bites, she thought of something. Therefore, she looked up at the phone in front of her and found Halle was looking at her strangely.

Immediately, Hilla felt embarrassed and explained, "I have an intestinal disorder these days, so I want to eat more after vomiting."

Halle furrowed her brows and thought why Hilla had an intestinal disorder. "How long have you been like this?"

Hilla thought for a moment, "Over a week. I’ll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Did you go to the hospital? Did Bruce know that? Did you tell anyone?"

Hilla was stunned again. Why did so many people ask her to go to the hospital these days?

She only ate a little more, so she thought Halle didn’t need to be so nervous.

Hilla shook her head, "Halle, don’t worry. I’m in good health. I’m probably too busy these days."

Halle became alert and said seriously, "Are you pre..."

There was a muffled bang in the courtyard, followed by the sharp and heart-wrenching cry of Emily.

Halle was shocked. And then she hung up the video call and ran out.

In the courtyard, Emily fell from the swing. Emily broke the corner of her eyes, her lips were smashed against her teeth, and her face was covered with dirt and blood.

The maid beside Emily was flustered. When Emily saw Halle, Emily felt more aggrieved and cried even more loudly.

Emily looked very pitiful because her mouth was covered with dirt, blood, and saliva.

Halle instantly felt miserable.

It was as if her heart was stabbed by a knife.

Halle took Emily in her arms with anxiety.

Halle then said angrily to the maid, "What happened? How did you look after Emily?"

Lilian was not here today, so the maid babysat for Halle. However, Halle did not expect that in less than a day, Emily would fall and hurt herself badly.

It was the first time that the maid had seen Halle roar at her. Therefore, when she looked at Emily and her dirty face, she was flustered for a moment.

"Emily wants to drink milk. I found that she was playing happily, so I walked away..."

The maid never thought that Emily rolled down on her own because there was no one being with her.

When the maid saw this, she also panicked. It was common for the children who grew up in the countryside to hurt themselves.

The maid was a farmer in the surrounding village. The land was given to her sons, and she was so old that it was not easy to find a job in the countryside.

The maid was afraid that Halle would fire her in anger!

After that, she had to go back to be with her sons, and there would be conflicts again.

Halle washed Emily’s face. Emily’s skin was delicate and pretty soft, and it had swollen after a while.

Halle felt distressed again, but Emily seemed to be fine. After Halle holding her for a while, Emily ran to the table and took an apple.

"Apple."

"Little foodie."

Halle felt relieved. Looking at her pitiful and heart-wrenching face, Halle sighed and calmed down.

Halle handed the apple to the aggrieved and cautious maid and whispered, "I was in a hurry just now. Never mind. Emily is only one year old. If you need to leave for a while, you can ask my assistant and me to come to look after Emily."

The maid nodded repeatedly. It was her fault. She was too casual because her children played in the yard alone and rolled in the mud every day.

"Wash the apple and cut it into pieces for Emily. She wants to eat!"

Halle said gently, and then the maid quickly went to the kitchen.

Halle looked at Emily, who was eagerly waiting for the apple, and her eyes fell on the shallow bloodstains at the corner of Emily’s eyes, "Do you still hurt?"

Emily blinked, nestled in Halle’s arms, pointed at her face, and said in a wronged tone, "Mommy, kiss."

"Alright!" Halle chuckled.

For a child, it was as if any wound would not hurt as long as his mother could kiss it.

When Halle hung up the phone, Hilla heard the cries of Emily just now. Knowing that

Emily had an accident, Hilla didn’t call Halle again.

It was hard for Halle to take care of Emily alone. Hilla had almost finished the designs, so she could return to the countryside in two days.

When the maid came over, she found that Hilla had finished all the dishes on the table.

The maid was frightened. She was afraid that Hilla would be unwell, so she specially cooked a pot of hawthorn water which was good for digestion.

However, when she went upstairs, she found that Hilla had gone back to her room and fallen asleep.

The maid was worried, but she did not dare to wake her up. Therefore, she had to keep an eye on the upstairs.

It was fine if one person ate so much, but Hilla directly fell asleep after eating. The maid pursed her lips and wondered whether she could remind Hilla.

The design competition spread quickly on the Internet. To attract more people, the international designer of CAICAI IN, Bertie, was asked to judge the competition.

For domestic costume designers, it was simply a piece of big news.

Hilla was shocked when she read the news.

Who said the world was big? It was in fact very small.

Hilla had just left Pinecastle for a short time. When she thought of the last time she met Bertie, it still seemed like yesterday to her.

She was not interested in the design competition, but she was curious about how the organizer convinced CAICAI IN to send the designer over.

Although Bertie was not the best costume designer in CAICAI IN, it was too great a temptation to domestic designers as long as CAICAI IN was willing to come out.

Even Carlie called her and asked whether she was going to participate in the design competition.

Because one was able to receive the guidance of the CAICAI IN’s designer. What was more, if one were to win an award this time, they could be regarded as an international costume designer. That was what all designers dreamed of.

Although Carlie didn’t think Hilla could win the award among so many designers, she believed that Hilla should be able to get a good ranking with her talent.

Hearing Carlie’s suggestion, Hilla expressed her thanks, "I have been too busy recently. I’m afraid I won’t have the time."

"If you got a better ranking in the competition, won’t you have more orders in the future?"

Carlie felt confused. She thought Hilla put a high valuation on fame and profit. Otherwise, how could Hilla rely on that powerful man to open her business?

However, Hilla refused to participate in the competition.