Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 169: Orphan
She said a bit embarrassed, "Lee, I... I’m not used to living with others, is there a room for just one person?"
"This isn’t our company. If it were, you could have an entire building to yourself. But now we’re in someone else’s territory, and we have to follow their rules." Lee thought Moira Young was being a bit fussy, "Just hang in there for a few days, I believe you can do it."
"Lee... I—" Moira wanted to say something more, but didn’t get the chance.
"Moira, from the moment you stepped in, there have been many cameras filming. Make sure you don’t make a scene, or the audience might dislike it." Lee whispered a hint to her.
Moira looked around and indeed saw many cameras hidden in various corners.
"Alright, I’m leaving now, good luck."
Moira watched him leave helplessly, suddenly feeling like she was trapped in a cage with countless eyes staring at her from all around.
She returned to the bedroom dejectedly, where Sweetie was lying on the bed playing on her phone, the sound turned up high.
Moira quietly began unpacking, taking things out of her suitcase. After a while, a staff member delivered a card outlining what they’d be doing tonight.
"Start preparing dinner at five. Each person should prepare two dishes. Dinner begins promptly at six-thirty," Sweetie read out the instructions.
"Moira, can you cook?" Sweetie asked curiously.
"I can’t... How about you?" Moira almost had no idea how to cook.
Sweetie pouted, "Neither can I, so what do we do!"
"Search for recipes, quickly, while we still have time," Sweetie stopped gaming and started searching recipes on her phone diligently.
Moira had no choice but to search along, picking two relatively simple dishes and began studying the recipes and steps seriously.
Five o’clock came quickly; the two of them went downstairs together, only to find the others had already started bustling about.
But the kitchen was only so big, and with ten people crowding in, it was genuinely cramped. Sweetie, with her lively nature, squeezed her way in, but Moira stood awkwardly off to one side.
It wasn’t a matter of squeezing in or not; the kitchen girls seemed to be getting along fine except for her.
To everyone’s surprise, the cramped space led one girl to lose her temper.
"Stop crowding! What’s the point of all this squeezing?" the girl slammed the vegetables she was washing onto the cutting board in frustration.
The problem was she was washing veggies when suddenly another girl came over, making it impossible for her to continue.
Moira took a few steps back, somewhat flustered, wondering how they’d already started fighting after just a few hours there. How could they possibly get along for the rest of the week?
"Why are you yelling? The production team set the rule to finish by six-thirty. What can we do about it?" another girl retorted stubbornly.
As a result, the two girls argued back and forth, and soon it escalated into a fight!
Moira was shocked by the scene before her eyes, instinctively checking the cameras and cameramen around, thinking this was all caught on tape—why would they do this...
"Ah—!" Suddenly a scream rang out. An innocent girl got knocked over in the scuffle, and with her collapse, the whole kitchen’s girls fell like dominoes.
Moira was left as the only one standing...
This...
What to do...
Moira hurried to help the girl nearest to her only to have her hand slapped away, "Don’t touch me!"
Moira’s worried gaze suddenly stopped; she meant to help, only to be rejected, so if they didn’t need her, she might as well leave.
Ignoring the cooking, Moira went straight back to her room. She no longer felt that participating in this show was very important.
In fact, she really didn’t like it here.
It wasn’t until six-thirty when Sweetie knocked on her door to say it was time for dinner that Moira went downstairs.
The dining table was filled with a feast, with cameramen filming around it.
Moira sat beside Sweetie, who pointed out the food she made with a whisper, "Try my cooking. I tasted it earlier; it’s pretty good!"
Moira gave a faint smile, and from Sweetie’s expectant look, she took a bite, finding the taste somewhat indescribable.
"You didn’t cook, so why should you get to eat?" A girl suddenly looked at Moira and said bluntly.
Moira was taken aback, she set down her chopsticks and looked at her indifferently, but said nothing.
"Hey, aren’t you that Arthur Whitman’s daughter?" Suddenly another girl pointed at Moira’s nose and said to everyone, "That’s why she looks so familiar. Do you all remember the news report before? She’s the daughter of Arthur the fraudster!"
"What? No way!"
"With her background, how can she be an entertainer... Her father fell, so now she’s here trying to make money with her looks?"
The table erupted with murmurs, all of them criticisms and ridicule aimed at Moira, with even the surrounding cameramen unable to suppress their curiosity and peek at Moira.
Moira never cared about others calling her Arthur Whitman’s daughter; as long as she didn’t admit it, Arthur wasn’t her father.
She was indifferent to such words, her face expressionless, looking quietly at the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
"You... are Arthur Whitman’s daughter?" Sweetie asked cautiously.
Moira looked at her with a breeze-like calmness, though speaking to her, but it was meant for everyone at the table to hear, "I’m an orphan."
The girl sitting directly opposite Moira had been watching her all along, but Moira felt she seemed to be looking through her, to somewhere behind.
"Do you know where your dad is now?" the girl across suddenly asked.
"I said, I’m an orphan." Moira frowned, faintly sensing something amiss. Following the girl’s gaze, she turned around.
Behind the largest camera, the director was holding a cue card with a question on it.
Now Moira realized this had all been orchestrated!
Despite the disgust and rage in her heart, she remained calm, turning back as if she hadn’t seen anything.
Everyone knew Moira had discovered the cue card, especially the director, leading them to put it away, and the atmosphere turned awkward.
After dinner, everyone unanimously decided Moira should do the dishes, as she was the only one who hadn’t cooked that evening.
So, everyone except Sweetie returned to their rooms.
Moira gratefully looked at Sweetie, not expecting her to be willing to help with the dishes.
Looking at the pile of dishes stacked like a mountain before her, Moira felt somewhat despondent.
Her palm got burned last night, making it painful to grasp anything, making dishwashing difficult.
Seeing this, Sweetie immediately told her to rest, "You haven’t done chores at home, have you? If you don’t know how, I’ll wash them."
Moira was about to explain when she saw Sweetie put on earphones.
