Sweet Twins

Chapter 50 Where Did You Go

Doris finally opened her eyes. Now that she was wide awake, everything started to dawn on her. "Oh, it's you, Nancy! I must have talked in my sleep. How did you find me?"

"Are you out of your mind?! You're cooking, and you're cooped up in here, sleeping?!" Nancy's voice rose to the roof, frustrated at how reckless Doris was.

"Oh, my god! I totally forgot about it!" Now, Doris' eyes grew wide as if she had seen a ghost passed by.

Without any other word, she shook off Nancy's hand and jumped off the bed before rushing into the kitchen like a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, Nancy flashed a triumphant smile as she followed behind.

Yes, she said that on purpose to frighten Doris so that she wouldn't commit the same mistake of sleeping while something was on the stove.

At this time, Jay hobbled down the stairs, struggling to keep the kitchen under his control.

"Doris, where have you been?" he asked with furrowed brows.

"I...uhm..I...ah... I just went to the bathroom." Doris glanced at Nancy before responded with a slight smile. Her hands rubbed the sides of her legs to ease her frenzy.

"Oh, you've been in there for such a long time that you almost made the kitchen explode," Jay joked with a hint of sarcasm on his tone.

"I know, I'm sorry. But I already prepared other dishes before the accident, so we can still have dinner!" Doris retorted enthusiastically.

Her biggest advantage was that she wouldn't get entangled with a single problem for long. If it could be solved, she might as well do, but if it couldn't, then the best thing on her dictionary was to let it go.

For example, even if one of the dishes had been overcooked, they could still eat the already finished ones. Easy––problem solved!

"That's so excellent of you, Doris!" said Jay helplessly, flashing a grin on the woman. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

"Of course, I am. Otherwise, how could I treat you?" Doris responded, grinning back at his man.

Charles and Nancy both smiled too, noticing the silly exchange of remarks between the two lovers.

"This is my profession. Why are you laughing?" If their secret had not been out yet, Doris would have already felt embarrassed. But now that it was out in the open––at least to Nancy––she decided to fully face it. "I cooked us dinner. You can choose to eat it or not. As for me, I'm starving, so I'll go ahead and eat."

With those words, she headed over to the sink to wash her hands and strode into the dining room alone.

"Doesn't she look like a hostess?" Charles teased, referring to Doris, who was now holding a plate on her hand.

"Well, I'm going to be pissed off if she really is a hostess," Jay snorted at that remark, slightly cocking his head on the side.

"I don't like what you said, Mr. Fang. It seems that you just need Doris to take care of you. But even so, you should learn to respect others when you trouble them. You'd better control your temper, Mr. Fang, or I will take Doris away." Although Nancy spoke slowly, her voice was filled with conviction and severity, emphasizing that she was not kidding at all.

"Of course not! I mean, yeah, I do admit that she is taking care of me, but it's her duty. You know I'm injured because of her, right? And the table! The table is worth one hundred million dollars! I haven't found one yet!"

"What do you mean one hundred million?" Nancy's face changed instantly. This time, her poker face turned into a slight grimace with her brows slightly furrowed.

One hundred million was such a massive amount to both her and Doris.

"Did Doris get into trouble?" she asked nervously. The sudden mention of that colossal figure sent shivers down her spine.

"Yeah, Nancy. Otherwise, I won't be here and serving him like I'm his housekeeper." Doris' voice, which was evidently filled with bitterness, resounded from the dining room.

She didn't want to hide it from her anymore.

It was such a massive burden on her part, and she needed someone to share it with. Who better to do that than with Nancy?

"What happened?" the latter asked as soon as she stepped to the dining room.

Meanwhile, a tear fell on Doris' cheek as she picked the food into her mouth.

"Oh, I see. I'll tell you."

Supported by Charles, Jay sat down on the chair.

He began explaining how Doris got herself into trouble at the hotel. Without leaving any detail in secrecy, he spilled out everything from beginning to end.

"Do you now understand the whole thing?" Jay asked with a reluctant tone.

But even though he was hoping Nancy would side with him, the latter did otherwise. What she said next sent him in utter disbelief. "You deserve it!" Nancy disputed, glaring at him with her most vicious eyes.

For a while, Jay struggled to reply. Instead, he faced his best friend, hoping the latter would back him on this. "Charles, I..." he managed to say but realized it was hopeless. So, he continued, "If I hadn't done that, she would be in much greater trouble! There are only two of those tables in the world. It's worth a hundred million, but I still can't find the other table. The owner of the hotel is pressing me to find one!"

As usual, Charles rubbed his fingers against his chin, pondering for a while before saying, "I'll deal with it."

Then, he quickly took out his phone and searched for a number. Seconds later, he held it against his right ear as he dialed the owner of the hotel.

All he did was ask a question, and the hotel owner took control of the conversation. "It's not worth your bother, Mr. Gu. You pass my words to Mr. Fang. It's all right. He shouldn't worry about that table anymore."

"Thank you," Charles replied politely.

"Not at all."

He was a type of businessman who'd never take a risk if he knew he was on the losing end.

One hundred million was just a small number for Charles. As long as he invested in that hotel, the owner wouldn't mind losing that table and its amount.

So, this call was more than enough to settle this little problem.

"It's okay. Don't mention it anymore," said Charles, before hanging up and throwing his phone on the table.

"Mr. Gu, is that true?" Doris asked, still tearing up, but now because of sheer joy.

"Why would I lie to you?" Charles asked back, glancing at her in his most formal face.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu!" Doris was elated that she almost hugged the man. But because she knew it would be overboard, she had to contain it. So instead, she turned to look at Jay with a pair of stern, cold eyes. "Mr. Fang, I'll be leaving with Nancy tonight. It seems that I don't have to repay you anymore. So, I'm not needed here any longer."

The one hundred million was like a chain that shackled her at Jay's mercy. But now that she didn't need to pay for it, she was free to go.

She could now breathe very smoothly and feel relieved.

It was like she rose from hell and was now on her way to heaven!

Obviously, she was ecstatic––much to Jay's evident dismay. He was happy that he had saved one hundred million, but he was now disappointed that Doris was about to leave him.

With his sad little eyes, he glanced at Charles and asked, "How about my injury?"

"Why are you asking me? I have no idea. Besides, you know better how to handle that, or better yet, ask her," Charles joked, with a cunning smile flashing on his face. He cocked his head towards Doris' way to make a point.

Hearing his words, Jay heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Charles knew him well and his inclination for women.

"Doris, did you hear that? Charles asked you to be responsible for me. It was you who hurt me, so how are you going to take care of it, hmmm?"

Jay asked in the most seductive tone he could muster. He even raised his eyebrows as if waiting for her response.

Immediately, Doris was engulfed with terror and despair. It was just seconds ago when she was all on cloud nine for finally being released from him. But now... "I...ah...I will cure you." Although she had a pretty uptight character, Doris was a responsible person. She knew his injury was her fault, so she really needed to take responsibility for that.

Fortunately, it was her area of expertise.

"Mr. Fang, you are a man, and Doris is a woman. Do you think it's appropriate for you two to live in this large villa?" Nancy suddenly asked, hinting that she was not happy with their set up. She was a wise woman who knew exactly what a man was thinking. If anything happened to Doris, no one would be there to help her. Besides, how could she entrust her dear friend to a Casanova like Jay?