Angela froze in place after hearing Regan's words just now, which for some reason made her heart flutter.

What's so special about him? Why would someone like Regan Danial want to be with him?

Regan called Nickolas and asked him to bring over some vegetables and other cooking ingredients. He also asked Nickolas to order the courier who sent it there instead of Nickolas.

"What would you do? I can't cook at all. So, if you're expecting a fancy dinner here, then it's just a dream!” Angela cried, walking towards her pantry table and taking a seat there.

She pulled her cup of noodles out, then opened her noodles, which had bloomed and didn't look good to eat anymore.

It's all because of that handsome devil. Angela thought.

"Who told you to eat this non-nutritious food?" Regan shouted, pulling the cup noodles away from Angela, making him glare in annoyance.

"Has anyone ever said that you have beautiful eyes?" Regan exclaimed, and instantly Angela's anger disappeared somewhere. Turned into shock and embarrassment.

"Ahem, don't change the subject!" Angela exclaimed, turning nervous. “Now please return my noodles. I'm so hungry!” Angela exclaimed.

"No. You don't need to eat this food. Wait a few more moments before you can eat," Regan replied, staring at his cell phone screen and fiddling with it.

Angela silently watched the handsome man in front of her. It would be a lie if Angela didn't admire the director; in fact, she really admired the handsome and perfect figure in front of her. Angela even still feels like all of this is a dream; she and the director are in the same room and feel so close and familiar. If only Angela had a heart, then she would immediately fall in love with her director.

"What is it?" asked Regan, who was now looking at Angela with a raised eyebrow.

“No, it's nothing,” Angela replied.

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After waiting for quite a while, finally the courier who delivered Regan's order came. Regan casually opened the door and closed it again with a cardboard bag filled with cooking ingredients. Angela just sat there and watched Regan fold her two shirts up to her elbows.

"You cook?" Angela asked, looking at Regan, who was still busy folding the shirt in her hands.

"Yes."

Seriously, you want to cook?" asked Angela, very surprised.

"So what? There is something wrong?" he asked.

"No. That's not it; it's quite a surprise to know you can cook," said Angela.

"Just so you know. I can do everything. So, when you have a partner like you who can't cook, you won't bother anymore and always eat out," Regan replied, making Angela even more confused by Regan's words.

Regan was wearing Angela's pink apron. But damn, why does it even look macho and more handsome? Even the dashing impression had not disappeared at all.

Regan got busy chopping vegetables and preparing other cooking utensils. He looks busy and focused on his cooking. Unknowingly, Angela didn't take her eyes off the handsome figure of Regan in front of her.

What a perfect man, Angela thought.

After a long time struggling with his cooking. Regan finally served several food menus he had cooked on the pantry table right in front of Angela. Seeing all that, Angela almost drooled. From the aroma alone, it already smells fragrant and delicious.

Regan had already removed her apron and sat across from Angela.

"You're hungry, right? Then let's eat," Regan called out.

Angela and Regan started stuffing food into their mouths.

‘Gosh, this is really delicious. Oh, it feels like eating food from a 5-star luxury restaurant,' Angela thought.

"What is it? What's not good?" she asked.

"Nothing," Angela replied, not wanting to praise the handsome devil.

They also enjoyed dinner together in silence.

***

Angela was seen holding a glass of cold canned drink with her eyes directed towards the window. She stared at the busy traffic at night through the window of his house.

Her memories raced back to last night's incident, where Regan cooked food for her. Somehow the figure of Regan, who was wearing an apron at that time, didn't want to get out of her mind.

Angela sighed. Then she took a sip of the drink that was in his hand.

Actually, what Regan wanted and planned to do with her Exactly what Regan meant by continuing to approach her. She is just an ordinary employee; even her origins are unclear because she lives alone. Why did Regan Danial, who is the heir of a giant company, glance at him and keep approaching him?

"What does he want from me?" muttered Angela.

Drrrt!

Angela turned towards the bed where her cellphone lay. Her cell phone rang, indicating an incoming call.

"Who is calling me at this time of night?" she muttered.

Angela kept her canned drink on the corner table and walked towards her bed. She took out her cell phone and frowned at the name on the screen.

Handsome Devil….

"Is he not in his right mind, calling me at this hour?" Angela muttered while looking at the digital clock, which showed 11:30.

“This crazy director really wants to punish me for the incident back then when I accused him of being a thief. What a shame!”

Angela was forced to accept the call from a voice pretending to be asleep.

"Hooaamm... what's wrong, sir?" asked Angela, who was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Have you just fallen asleep?"

“You ask that at this hour? Are you healthy?" Angela exclaimed, not caring who she was talking to at the moment.

Oh, sorry, I didn't look at the clock. I just got home from a meeting, and I'm really tired. I haven't seen you all day; that's why I called you now when I got home."

Regan's words slightly startled Angela. 'What exactly does he mean? Does he really want to bother me all the time? Angela thought.

"If you're tired, why don't you rest, sir? Why do you have to disturb other people's rest first?” Angela exclaimed.

"I want to hear your voice," Regan shouted on the other side.

Angela froze even more when she heard Regan's words, which were always unexpected and always made her melt like ice.

"I'm getting sleepy already. I'm turning off the phone!" Angela exclaimed, wanting to end the call immediately because at this moment her heart was beating fast.

"I'll cut your salary if you do that."

“What? Your threats are ridiculous. You disturbed my rest time, and now you are saying that!” she exclaimed.

“Why are you always emotional when you talk to me?”

"Because you always annoy me!" cried Angela.

"Is it true? But I like seeing you like this. Very fierce, truly a wild little cat.”

Angela felt really cranky. How could someone like this director be so shameless? Angela didn't know how to face this man anymore. He's grumpy and mean-spirited, which just makes it even more annoying.

"This weekend I have an invitation from my client; his son will be engaged. I want to come to the event with you.”

"Why should it be me? Don't you have a woman to date?” she exclaimed.

“Your thinking is absolutely correct. So, I want you to accompany me later.”

"I can't. You can find other women who are willing to accompany you,” said Angela.

"You just have to choose: do you want me to report it to the police for defamation after accusing me of being a thief, or your salary this month will be cut by 50%?"

“You are blackmailing me!” Angela screeched unconsciously, and Regan just chuckled on the other side.

"You have no choice but to obey me, right?" Regan exclaimed, still chuckling crisply and sounding so melodious.

Angela was made even more irritated by Regan. In the end, he couldn't say anything anymore.

“Not answering it. OK, I assume you agree. Then tomorrow I will accompany you to shop for some things for the day after tomorrow.”

"No need. I will look for clothes myself. After all, I have a few dresses, and I don't need to buy them anymore.”

"I don't want my partner to look normal. So just go with it tomorrow after work. I'll be waiting at the bus stop near the office."

Angela could only take a deep breath. "Okay."

Finally, the call was cut off after Regan told Angela to go back to sleep and say goodnight. Angela stared at the screen of her cell phone, which was already turned off.

"That man. He can really stress me out,” she grumbled, rubbing her face in exasperation.

***