Pay For Lovely Me

Chapter 33 Have Some Midnight Snack

When Celia woke up, it was already one o'clock in the morning. She was so hungry that she couldn't

fall asleep. Hans was not in the bedroom. She found a nightdress and put it on. Then she went

downstairs quietly.

It was too late, Celia didn't want to wake up the nanny, so she went to the kitchen to find something to

eat.

The stairway was equipped with the induction light, which was not very bright. When she went

downstairs and was about to turn around and enter the kitchen, she inadvertently saw a small light in

the direction of the sofa in the living room. With a closer look, she saw a dim figure sitting on the sofa.

Soon, Celia realized the identity of the figure. Turning around, she pretended not to see him and was

going to enter the kitchen. As soon as she took a step forward, she heard an order from behind.

Although the voice was low, it was undoubted.

"Come here!"

Celia trembled and cursed in her heart, 'What's wrong with you? Why don't you sleep at midnight but sit

in the living room in a daze?!'

But she still walked over and asked indifferently, "Why don't you sleep?"

"What do you want to do in the middle of the night?"

What an overbearing man! It was obviously that she asked the question first, but he took it for granted

to ask in reply. In the dark, a touch of anger flashed through Celia's eyes. She replied emotionlessly,

"I'm hungry. I want to find something to eat."

As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by him. Before she could struggle,

he stood up and took her to the dining room. The light in the staircase was off, but Hans walked very

steadily in the darkness. However, Celia stumbled behind him.

With a slight sound, the crystal lights in the dining room was on, dispelling the darkness in the room

and lighting up a table of delicious food.

"These dishes should not be cold."

It was not until Hans pulled her to the table that he let go of her hand. In the quiet midnight, his voice

seemed to be a little soft, and his handsome face looked soft and gentle under the light. Celia had

adapted to his face changing skill. She did not feel strange, but just asked lightly, "Have you eaten?"

Since he said it was not cold, he must have eaten it not long ago. It was already one o'clock in the

morning. Was he as hungry as herself that he couldn't fall asleep either?

In the bright light, Celia raised her head and took a look at Hans. She found that he was not wearing

pajamas, and there was a faint tiredness on his face. He was not like a person who had a sleep, but

seemed to come back from outside.

When their eyes met, she quickly looked away. Thinking of the humiliation this afternoon, she felt

annoyed again. She silently filled a bowl of rice for herself. When she was about to pick up the

chopsticks to eat, she heard him say in a low voice, "I haven't eaten yet." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Hearing this, Celia was a little stunned. Then she looked at the dishes on the table. There was only a

set of tableware on the table. Although she was unwilling, she pushed the food in front of her to him

and said in a low voice, "Just eat. I'm going to get another set of tableware."

For the sake of his tiredness, she went to the kitchen to get the tableware and filled her bowl. At that

time, Hans had already started to eat.

"Did you buy these dishes from outside?"

After tasting the dishes, Celia couldn't help asking. Hans looked up at her and replied indifferently, "It's

from the Dim Light."

No wonder the foods tasted like dishes of the Dim Light.

Although Cassie's cooking was good, that was different from these dishes. Most importantly, Celia had

been to the Dim Light, which was a quiet and delicious restaurant. Although she had only been there

for two times, she had a deep impression of the dishes there.

Celia nodded and didn't say anything. Hans had gentle, elegant and silent table manner. For a

moment, there was only a slight chewing sound at the table, and except for that, there was silence.

This was the first time that Celia had dinner with Hans at the same table. Although the two of them had

done the most intimate thing, they hadn't really had a meal together. Of course, if that time he fed her

at the hospital counted one, this would be the second time.

"Hans."

When Celia was not that hungry, she slowed down the speed of eating and said softly. Hans glanced at

her indifferently without saying anything. After a slight pause, she continued in a low voice with a trace

of hesitation, "Did you ask my sister to work in a psychiatric hospital?"

Hans raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't say anything.

"Can you let her go?"

Celia bit her lips and looked straight at him. She could had left Nancy alone, after all Nancy didn't

regard her as sister. But when she thought of Daniel Zhao's request and what Emily had said to her

that day, she couldn't help but ask for favors from Hans.

Daniel Zhao was a loyal admirer of Nancy. He had always adored her, but he was too honest to win her

favor. A few days ago, his father was sentenced to prison for corruption. Now when Nancy saw him,

she dodged as if he was a plague.

"I didn't force her."

Hans explained emotionlessly. As soon as he finished his words, he was slightly stunned. He frowned

and picked up the food into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"I know my sister Nancy likes you all the time. As long as you ask, she can do anything. But can you

please end her work in the psychiatric hospital? After all, all the people there are psychiatric patients..."

"Celia, you have no right to care about this!"

Before she finished her words, Hans suddenly interrupted her harshly. His eyes were as sharp and cold

as poison. She trembled and could not speak for a moment.

On the other side, Hans had dropped his chopsticks heavily and left with rage!

He didn't go upstairs, but went out directly. A moment later, Celia heard the sound of the car starting.

After a long time, the room fell into silence again.

She sat alone in the dining room, looking at the seat where he had just sat. There was a trace of

imperceptible grievance in her heart. She wondered how she had offended him, and why he looked at

her with hatred and disdain.