When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 816: He’ll Treat Her Even Better
Chase Fletcher’s brows were furrowed so tightly it could drip water! This woman seemed to not understand human language!
Jasmine Quinn hadn’t visited in a long time, so she was completely unaware of Rachel Sherman and June joining The Fletcher Family.
She still believed that the position of Mrs. Fletcher was exclusively hers.
"I’ll say it one last time!" Chase Fletcher’s sharp eyes stared at her, pointing towards the door, "Leave." He didn’t want to lose his temper, hoping she had some awareness.
Feeling a chill, Jasmine Quinn was intimidated by his attitude and had to look at Rachel again.
Rachel quickly withdrew her gaze, sat down in her office chair, casually opened a file, and immersed herself in work.
"Hmph!" Jasmine Quinn glared at her, turned around, and left.
Upon hearing the door slam, Rachel rubbed her forehead, raising her eyes to look at Chase Fletcher, who was visibly in a bad mood, his handsome face looking quite defeated.
"Your admirer? Knows your parents? Aunt?" She had heard clearly earlier, now sounding like an observer, smiling as she asked him.
Chase Fletcher confessed to her earnestly, "Her name is Jasmine Quinn, a staff member from the sales department downstairs. Her father and my father were comrades-in-arms, technically, tracing back over ten generations, we share the same ancestry. She interned at Fletcher Group after graduating, allowed by my father. I have no relation with her."
Rachel nodded at his earnest explanation, saying, "I understand, if you really had anything with her, there wouldn’t be anything with me."
"Glad you know, want to grab dinner together?" he invited her, feeling the sky was clear as long as she wasn’t upset.
Sitting in her office chair, she glanced at him and shook her head, "You go ahead, I’m not hungry."
"You don’t want to go with me?" Chase speculated, his heart feeling a bit annoyed.
Rachel nodded, "Hmm."
"Then I won’t eat either." With that, he turned and went back to his desk, sitting down and casually opening a file.
Rachel glanced at him, wanting to speak but hesitating. It was clear his mood was ruined by Jasmine Quinn.
After a while, she withdrew her gaze too, opened her notebook, picked up a pen, recalling those speculations she accidentally overheard in the restroom today, her own mood wasn’t that good either.
Soon, Rachel heard his voice, "Hey, Ben, could you help pack two meals up here later? Rachel and I won’t be going down for lunch."
When he hung up the phone, he glanced at Rachel, meeting her gaze.
Man is iron, rice is steel, who’s not hungry at mealtime?
Soon, after having lunch, Ben Fletcher carried two meals in, "Bro, Rachel, not sure what you guys like so I packed a bit of everything. Today in the cafeteria, I didn’t go out."
"Alright, thank you." Chase Fletcher closed his laptop.
Ben placed both meals on Rachel’s desk, then turned and left, tactfully retreating.
In just a few seconds, the CEO’s office was once again left with just the CEO and the secretary.
Rachel buried herself in sorting out the materials, while Chase Fletcher had to get up, move over a chair, and sit across from her, unpacking the lunch bag and taking out the meal box.
"Take a break from work, have some lunch first." he spoke softly.
She smiled, "Thank you, President Fletcher."
Chase looked at her, "Did I clear up the issue with Jasmine Quinn? Do you have... any reservations?"
She paused, looked up at him, and smiled, "No, her liking you is her business, what’s it got to do with you? If you really liked her, you wouldn’t be with me."
Rachel’s maturity and sensibility seemed out of place with her age, which touched Chase Fletcher, possibly due to her previous unfortunate marriage.
As a girl, how could she not care? Jealousy is a natural instinct.
Chase Fletcher decided to treat her doubly well in the future, ensuring she had no doubts whatsoever.
