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Miller Little…
Eustace gritted his teeth at the thought of him.
As if Danika had sensed his intent, she asked, “Don’t do anything to him. The police have arrested him, so the law will take care of him in time.”
“Danika!” Eustace gritted out, frustrated.
“He’ll get what he deserves. You really don’t need to do anything now,” Danika begged quietly. She didn’t want Eustace dirtying his hands on scums like Miller.
Eustace sighed. He was still upset with Miller Little, but he knew Danika would only get more upset about that, so he relented.
Danika beamed. “Thank you.”
“Does it still hurt?” Eustace suddenly asked, still concerned.
Jean shook her head. “It hurt a bit just now, but not anymore.”
Eustace huffed and pinched her nose playfully. “How cute.”
Danika blushed and looked away from the affectionate touch. “Have you had dinner?”
“Mhm.” Eustace nodded. He was actually more concerned about Danika, who probably hadn’t eaten much for dinner.
“I’ll make you something to eat.” Danika made to get up. She knew Eustace likely hadn’t eaten, given how hurried he had been to fetch her. She was somewhat hungry herself too.
Eustace stopped her. “You can tell me if you’re hungry. I’ll make you something. You should rest.”
Danika shot him a smile. “I just don’t want you to tire yourself.”
“I wouldn’t be if you actually took care of yourself.” Eustace jibed. He knew Danika had gotten hurt while protecting Morgan, after all. If she hadn’t stepped up to defend Morgan, Miller wouldn’t have hurt even an inch of her hair.
Without waiting for Danika to answer, Eustace stood up and went to the kitchen. Very soon, sounds of cooking could be heard, and a delicious aroma wafted out.
Danika went to the kitchen doorway and peeked in. She said with a smile, “You’re really sexy when you cook, chef.”
“Don’t think I’ll become your personal chef just because you’re praising me for cooking. You better learn to cook too.” Eustace said playfully, rolling his eyes. He knew exactly what Danika was up to.
Danika giggled. “What if I don’t cook well?”
“Then you’ll wash the dishes after I cook.” Eustace played along as he brought their food out from the dining hall.
Danika gave it some thought. “That can work. I can get a dishwashing machine.”
“Come. Eat ” Eustace urged, leaving the topic alone. It didn’t matter to him whether Danika cooked for them or washed the dishes. They could just hire someone to handle the food anyway. Well, he didn’t mind cooking for her, either. He was just busy with work often.
They ate their meals while sharing a conversation, no different from a normal couple.
“I’ll have someone come over to cook for you for the week. Get some rest,” Eustace said while eating. Danika declined. “Don’t. I can take care of myself.” She didn’t like sharing her home with outsiders. If she couldn’t cook, takeout would suffice.
“Then I’ll send my best chef over.” The one from his family home. He didn’t have a personal chef yet. Danika was about to refuse again when Eustace added, “If you refuse again, I’ll bring you to work with me every day to make sure you’re getting all your square meals.”
With Danika’s personality, she’d definitely forget to eat. That’s why he’d need to watch her every move.
“Well..okay.” Danika finally agreed. She couldn’t be dragging Eustace down at work.
After dinner, Eustace helped clean up the kitchen before he left. Danika gazed at him adoringly, thinking how nice it was to have a good man in her life. She thought about how blessed she was to have found a man like him on her first try at dating.
“Wait…how are you going to shower later?” Eustace suddenly asked at the door.
“I…don’t worry about that. I can clean myself up for sure. It’s just a small wound,” she explained, flustered. Eustace wasn’t going to offer to bathe her, was he?”
“Don’t take it the wrong way. I was just wondering if I could have someone come over to help you,” Eustace explained.
“Who would you call over?” Danika asked.
“Stephanie.” Came the response. It wouldn’t be awkward for Danika’s best friend to help her out.
As touched as Danika was, she still shook her head. “It’s really no big deal. I can wash myself.” “Alright then. Call me if you need anything, yeah?” Eustace added, gazing steadily into her eyes. Danika nodded. “I will.”
Eustace hummed, then went back home. Danika closed the front door after him, finally letting her smile fill her face. Eustace was so silly earlier. Yet still so sweet to her.
Meanwhile, Eustace was all serious back home. “Have you spoken to the guys at the station? Make sure he doesn’t enjoy a single second of his time there.”
While he had promised Danika that he wouldn’t hurt Miller Little, giving him a hard time didn’t count in his book…as long as the guy was still alive.
“Make sure he never makes it out. Have them increase his charges. Attempted manslaughter or something. Get Morgan to testify.”
Eustace then hung up his call and went to the window to brood.
Danika slept exceptionally well that night though her injury still pained her from time to time.
When she woke up the next day, she scrolled through her phone as always. The Blooms were hot on the news once again, but not for anything good. Yvonne’s hatred toward Simone had successfully garnered the netizens’ attention.
There was news of Simone’s scandals and the Bloom Conglomerate’s change of board. Danika read through the article. That man Simone had her investigate had been nabbed for embezzling company funds. The Blooms were probably not having a good time.
Danika stretched lazily in bed. The Blooms’ business was none of her concerns right now.
Meanwhile, the Blooms were suffering in tense silence at their family home.
Simone glanced at her father, Elias Bloom, from across the table. He had aged more than she remembered. His once straight back was now slightly hunched, and his hair had turned at weathered gray. There wasn’t an ounce of regret in her heart. In fact, she felt like her father deserved what came to him. If it weren’t for him spoiling Sam, he wouldn’t have raised such a useless piece of trash.
She scowled at Sam and Yvonne, sitting near her father. They were nothing to her. Sam was useless, and Yvonne’s influence was worth jackshit in this family. She wouldn’t have much power in the Bloom Conglomerate, either. Once she dealt with Elias, the company would be entirely in her name.
“Come, sit,” Elias said upon seeing Simone standing in the far corner. She had matured much since leaving home and wasn’t as dumb as she used to be, he could tell.
Simone sat down without much delay. “Why’d you have me come back?” She wouldn’t have returned if it weren’t for her father’s relentless calls.
“Were you the one who dealt with Connor Lennings?” he asked without hesitation. Connor Lennings was the man Simone had Danika investigate-the one who was arrested for embezzlement.
Simone nodded. “Yeah. Did I do anything wrong? He embezzled the company’s funds, after all.”
“I didn’t say you did anything wrong,” Elias sighed. “We could’ve dealt with it privately, is all. Made him give us all the money back. Calling the cops was unnecessary.” Not only did they not get the company’s money back, but they also made the news. What would their shareholders think?