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Chapter 157 Looking at the Exhausted Lily Makes His Heart Ache
Chapter 157 Looking at the Exhausted Lily Makes His Heart Ache
Seeing Meghan Grant walking towards the conference room, Louis pushes his wheelchair to follow her,
but he didn’t go in. Through the half-open door of the conference room, he sees Lily standing in front of
the table, pointing at the projector behind her, and is saying something.
He gazes silently at the slender figure.
Lily wears a linen slim knit dress today, and her hair is neatly tied up. She has exquisite facial features,
which give a cold beauty feel. Every move of her is swift and energetic - she looks totally like an elite.
Like her gentleness and meekness a few months ago, this woman now carries a lot of confidence and
pride in her.
He trained her into this.
Looking at the impressive Lily, Louis has an inexpressible sense of satisfaction. Then a tiny smile
appears on his face. After looking for a while, he pushes his wheelchair and quietly leaves.
It is a long meeting that lasts until 7 p.m. When the executives come out of the conference room, all of
them show a tired face.
“Oh my God, a day-long meeting? I’m exhausted!”
“Me too.”
“Haven’t you guys noticed? President Lily is even scarier than President Smith when it comes to
meetings, she does not care about the time at all.”
They chat while walking downstairs. However, they didn’t expect President Smith, the person who
they’re talking about, to be in the living room. Everyone is shocked.
Why is President Smith here?
Could it be that President Smith and President Lily have some kind of relationship?
When the crowd sees that Louis Smith is here, they begin to have all kinds of guesses in their heart.
But no one dares to say any of that, they greet Louis and quickly leave the villa.
After about five minutes, Lily comes down from upstairs while rubbing her shoulders.
“The president’s work is even more tiring than the staff’s.” Lily mutters. When she sees Louis in the
living room, she suddenly remembers she is at Louis’ villa.
She slaps her forehead, and regretfully says, “I’m so sorry, President Smith. The meeting took too long.
I’ll go cook now.”
“No need. Order food delivery.” Seeing how tired she is, Louis’ heart aches a bit.
“It’s okay, I cook fast,” Lily replies, and runs towards the kitchen. From a distance away, she tells Louis
everything about today’s meeting.
Louis pours boiling water into the teapot, wanting to make a pot of tea so that Lily can drink it later and
have a good sleep.
Suddenly, he hears a dull and loud sound.
Louis glances around. When he looks at the kitchen, he sees a person lying on the floor. His
expression changes and he immediately pushes his wheelchair over. His other hand quickly dials the
doctor’s phone number.
“Lily!”
Louis bends over with much effort and pats Lily’s face with his hand. He is extremely anxious.
Lily does not react at all.
Louis sees that she looks normal; he touches her forehead with his hand. It isn’t hot. She seems to be
asleep, for her breathing is steady.
Louis stares at her for a few seconds, and then sighs in relief.
The doctor, who rushes over, checks on Lily’s condition. She is fine; she’s just overworked.
But the doctor instructs, “This lady should be under a lot of stress, stop letting her stay up late, try to go
to bed earlier. Too much stress will also affect her menstrual cycle.”
Louis nods, “Thank you.”
After the doctor leaves, Louis opens a bottle of oral liquid medicine, and then he feeds it to Lily using a
spoon.
The medicine is pungent and bitter. As soon as it enters Lily’s mouth, she spits it out, furrowing her
eyebrows. Louis doesn’t know what to do.
How can she get well without medication?
Louis tries again. This time, the spoon is nearly knocked over. He has no choice but to do it the same
way he did before. He puts the medicine in his mouth, then forces her to drink it.
Lily’s mouth has a faint coffee smell. She must have drunk coffee during the meeting, it smells bitter yet
sweet.
Louis can’t help but put his tongue into her mouth and starts French-kissing her. He then finally let go
after a while.
Some brown liquid medicine flows down from the corner of her lips. Louis wipes it off with his thumb.
Looking at her sleeping, a part of his heart feels sympathy towards her, and his heart aches a little.
…
The next day, Lily wakes up refreshed. She wonders why is she sleeping in her clothes in bed as she
can’t remember what happened to her. When she sees Louis downstairs, she asks.
Louis says, “You fainted in the kitchen, I carried you up.”
“Did I really faint in the kitchen?” Lily is confused and looks at him, not knowing what to say, “Pre,
President Smith, you should just give me a blanket, no need to be so…”
When she imagines the image of Louis, who can’t move freely, carrying her up the stairs, she feels
extremely awkward.
“You’re not heavy anyway, just like a little girl.” Louis unfolds the newspaper and reads it leisurely, “It’s
just that when I dragged you, you bumped your head on the handrail a few times.”
“Will I turn stupid?” Lily is scared and subconsciously touches her head.
Louis glances at her several times, and then he covers his lips with the back of his hand and laughs Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
silently as if he is amused.
This woman really believes everything he says.
“President Smith, you've gone too far!” Lily realizes that Louis is teasing her. She furrows her eyebrows
and goes to the kitchen furiously.
Lily plans to go to the office after breakfast and come back at noon after taking care of business.
It’s not good to keep on disturbing Louis’ rest.
However, Louis tells her she doesn’t have to. Meghan will take care of the rest. “You’re the president,
not a staff. If you’re in charge of everything, what's the need for a secretarial department?”
“The situation is different now,” Lily says. After all, it’s a matter of the Smith Group’s survival.
They have no idea about Richard Smith’s plan, so she doesn’t feel comfortable letting anyone else do
so much.
Louis’ tone is firm, “Let them take charge, you need to rest.”
“…Alright.”
Although Lily promises him, she still wants to take care of the things personally anyway. However,
Meghan doesn’t answer her phone, and there is no email at all. Louis is determined to let her rest for a
few days.
So, after more than half a month of busywork, Lily is finally able to relax.
Her daily routine is watering the flowers, cooking, sunbathing in the garden when it’s not hot, and
occasionally processing the data collected previously.
The reason why she promised Louis to be the manager of the translation department is to find out the
truth about Manager Leon’s death. But after all this time, there’s no clue.
Did the manager really die in an accident?
Her phone vibrates - it is a WeChat from Louis.
[Can we eat dumplings today?]
Lily can’t help but laughs, it is hard to imagine that Uncle Smith would use such a humble tone; he even
added a question mark.
Lily: [Yes, I’ll decide the filling!]
Although last time Louis didn’t reject the pig’s innards congee, he still doesn’t really eat pork dishes
during daily meals. In his words, pork is not nutritious. They should eat less to stay healthy.
Nonsense! The pigs feed so many people in a country, and Louis, you’re still despising it?
Lily has decided to make pork and cabbage dumplings today!
When using the flour, Lily realizes there isn’t much left, so she places an order for some on her phone.
While she is adjusting the water temperature, she yells towards the living room, waking up the
Bluetooth speaker to start playing.
Then there’s a song coming out of it.
As Lily is the only person downstairs, she stirs the noodles with the pot in her arms. She starts to dance
along with the music with huge movements, she sings so loud that it becomes out of tune. She is as
happy as a lark.
She doesn’t notice at all that Louis has come down from upstairs.
After yelling for a whole song, Lily’s voice turns a bit hoarse. When she turns around to take the things,
she suddenly notices there is someone. She is so shocked that she almost throws out the pot of
noodles.
Louis asks with great interest, “What, am I interrupting your singing?”
Undoubtedly, he heard it all.