Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

Chapter 494 - Broken Ship

"Okay, maybe that sounded too harsh," Oscar suddenly interrupted before Lisa could reply. 

The man now straightened his seat and looked at Lisa's side profile as she was still looking straight ahead at her laptop's screen. "You can relax more if you do your work at home! You can wear home clothes or lie in bed. But if you are here… Ugh, you are still wearing office clothes and have to do it on the sofa."

Out of the corner of her eye, Lisa could see the panicked look on the man's face. Before she could lose her job from the 20 percent of battery left, Lisa saved her work file. She wouldn't let the information she got from the internet disappear because of her carelessness.

"No need, I'll just stay here until you take your last medicine. By the way, how's your hand? Are you still sick or are you feeling better?" Lisa asked quietly, the woman's eyes still focused on her laptop screen.

Oscar cleared his throat, "It's okay, you don't have to worry. The doctor said that if my condition improves, I can stop taking the medicine and go back to the office."

"What—" Lisa immediately turned her head and glared at Oscar's handsome face, "Worried? Who the hell is worried about you! I'm just worried that my son's father will die before my son graduates from college."

Nonsense. Again, the woman said utter nonsense. Oscar knew that Lisa was embarrassed to admit that she actually cared and worried about him. Even Mrs. Rusminah, who accidentally passed the living room, chuckled a little, knowing that Lisa was lying.

Until now, Lisa still feels guilty for that man. If it weren't for her, Oscar would be fine by now and he would not have to feel the pain on his hand. 

Like a wound that will leave a mark, so will Lisa's guilt.

Without realizing it, the woman's eyes were red and teary. She quickly averted her eyes and cleaned up the papers, laptop, and other items that were scattered on the living room's table. It was already 9 pm and it was time for her to go home.

"I'm going home first, I still need to work tomorrow."

Oscar got up from the sofa and followed the woman from behind. He did say that it was better for Lisa to go home now, but he had no idea that she actually listened to him! In his heart, the man was constantly mocking himself. He shouldn't have given that advice so that Lisa could stay at his house a little longer.

"You said you wanted to stay here until I took the last medicine, right?" Oscar asked as he saw Lisa wearing her high heels.

"Not anymore," Lisa said, straightening her back. The woman then grabbed her tote bag, "You told me to go home, that's why I'm going home now."

Oscar chuckled, "You know that's not what I meant. I'm worried about you, that's why I told you to go home and get some rest."

Hearing that actually made Lisa's heart feel warm. Oscar, her ex-husband, is still worried about her. Who would not melt listening to the sweet words coming out of the man?

"Yeah, whatever." Lisa's reply was short. "Bye, I'm going home first. Take care of William for me. The kid has surely gone fast asleep at this hour."

"And, don't forget to take your medicine tonight!"

Without waiting for Oscar's reply, Lisa rushed out of the man's house. Since she had not ordered a taxi online from her cell phone, she still had to wait for 10 minutes in front of the man's house. 

Arriving at Vira's apartment, Lisa smelled the delicious aroma of cooking. She took off her high heels, placed them by the door and felt her stomach vibrate violently. She was so busy today that she forgot to eat dinner. Even though her stomach was hungry and asked to be filled immediately, Lisa still had time to be surprised. 

Vira is indeed one of the women that Lisa admires. But as long as she knew her, Lisa never knew that Vira could cook. Not only that, Vira said that she was forbidden to enter the kitchen in the past because she almost burned down her parents' house!

And now, when Lisa smelled the aroma of delicious cooking, it could be said that she panicked a little. 

"Vira, I'm home!" Lisa shouted while putting all her luggage in the living room.

"Sis Lisa, I'm in the kitchen!" Vira replied, then followed by the sound of a pot falling to the floor.

Lisa rushed into the small kitchen and saw how messy the place was. The splash of oil, not to mention the sauce splattered on the mini bar which they usually use to eat or just chat while enjoying hot tea, made Lisa even more panicked. 

A few pieces of vegetables were scattered on the floor and their trash can was filled with either charred food. Indeed, they forgot to take the trash outside today.

In the middle of the small kitchen, there is a woman standing with her back against Lisa. She was wearing a fiery red apron and her hair was already wet with sweat. At that moment, Lisa thought that Vira was actually not cooking, but making bombs instead.

"Vira, are you okay?" Lisa asked doubtfully.

Vira turned her head for a moment, showing her cheeks that were covered with chili sauce and a big smile. "Sister, calm down! Today, I happened to be able to go home early and shop at the supermarket. Come on, sit down first. After this, my cooking will be ready!"

How could Lisa be calm seeing the atmosphere of their kitchen which looks like a broken ship? Half of her wanted to run away and eat outside instead of seeing Vira's apartment on fire. But her other half wanted to tell Vira to sit down and let her cook.

Even though Lisa herself can't cook, at least she can make simple dishes. Such as boiled noodles, fried noodles, and omelettes.

But before Lisa could voice her opinion, Vira had already turned her head and was annoyed. She turned around, put her hands on her hips and pointed at the bar stool with her chin.

"I said sit down! If you stand there, I will get nervous, you know. It's just simple cooking, so you don't have to keep an eye on me like that!"

Lisa laughed crisply, "Alright. I'm just worried."

After seeing Lisa sitting on a mini bar chair, Vira turned around again. The woman took the spices while grumbling quite loudly, "If you keep standing there, I feel like Gordon Ramsay is watching me, you know!"