For Larissa, the only way to win Jefferson's heart was to win the hearts of her future in-laws. If Jefferson acted rashly one day, she certainly wouldn't stand idly by. She deliberately visited her future in-laws frequently to ensure their full support. She didn't want their wedding to be called off just because of Jefferson's selfish behavior. She kept cursing her handsome fiancé for making her face ugly that morning.
Now she returned her focus to breakfast with her future in-laws. She lifted her head for a moment, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry, Auntie. I've been quite busy with work lately."
"Really? Has Jefferson been giving you trouble lately too?" Alexander asked, taking a bite of toast.
"No, Uncle. I just went on a date with him at the mall yesterday." Larissa briefly showed off the white heels her fiancé had just bought her. "Actually, Jefferson bought me some new heels. Do you guys like the style?"
Vilia stared at the white heels adorned with white roses with a beaming gaze. "Jefferson always has a knack for picking out the perfect shoes for you."
"By the way, yesterday Jefferson said that auntie also wanted to ask him to buy her some heels."
In an instant, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean, Larissa? I didn't even know Jefferson wanted to go shoe shopping all of a sudden."
Larissa swallowed hard. Her mind was already starting to suspect the worst. If Jefferson hadn't intended to buy heels for his mother yesterday, why did he suddenly want to return to the shoe store? Then, who were those shoes for? Was it for her? However, it was clear that yesterday she only wanted one pair of heels because she didn't want to rely on a discount.
"Why are you suddenly asking, Larissa?"
She shook her head quickly. "It's okay, Auntie. It's just that I think Jefferson hasn't been paying you much attention lately."
Alexander laughed heartily, shaking his head. "In fact, we wish he cared more about you, Larissa. Because you're getting married soon."
"What Alexander said is true. I don't need my son to care about me. I still have my husband who cares about me."
Now Larissa wants to pull out her trump card to indirectly hinder Carabella and Jefferson's relationship. She doesn't want to feel like she's lost again, only for the innocent girl to now have Jefferson by her side.
"But, I'm actually curious. Is Carabella only responsible for being a housekeeper?"
"Yes, what is it?" Alexander replied, taking a sip of chamomile tea.
"Actually, I also met Carabella at the mall yesterday. They were walking around together at first."
His brow furrowed upon hearing Larissa's report. "What do you mean?"
"Jefferson recruited Carabella as his personal assistant."
"What?!" Vilia screamed while covering her mouth with her palm.
"I'm not lying, Auntie. Jefferson hired Carabella as his personal assistant because he needed someone who could help prepare for our wedding."
"But, couldn't Raul have prepared everything?"
"I don't know, I also thought Raul could do everything perfectly. But Jefferson suddenly changed his mind."
Vilia rested her chin on her hands. "How strange. All this time, my son has only trusted Raul to help him."
*****
Back to Jefferson and Carabella, still enjoying their morning spaghetti special. Carabella still felt awkward, as she was supposed to be serving the homeowner, but now their positions were reversed. What was Jefferson thinking so early in the morning that he suddenly wanted to cook breakfast? He must have been very reluctant to get up early just to cook breakfast for them.
"It seems like you have a lot of questions now," Jefferson said firmly, making Carabella shiver.
"You're creepy." Carabella wiped her ketchup-stained lips. "I'm still curious about you. Why are you willing to wake up so early just to cook breakfast? You're definitely not that type of guy."
"Can't I cook breakfast once in a while?" He rested his chin on his hands for a moment. "Could it be that you don't like my spaghetti?"
"No. In fact, I really like it!"
A beaming smile lit up his handsome face. He returned to the last bit of spaghetti left on his plate. "If you like it, don't talk too much!"
After finishing breakfast, Carabella began to get ready. She entered her room and changed into a formal white dress. The first time she wore such an expensive and coveted outfit, her legs felt stiff. She kept wondering whether it was really appropriate to wear such a beautiful dress. After all, her father had never bought her such a beautiful dress.
Not only was she wearing a formal white dress today, but she was also wearing earrings Jefferson had given her and an expensive watch. Seeing her perfect self in the mirror now made it hard for her to blink.
Meanwhile, Jefferson also stared at her with a stunned look. He wasn't used to seeing a simple girl, now a professional woman. He admitted that Carabella's current appearance was no less elegant than his fiancée's.
"You look perfect in my gift," Jefferson said nervously.
"Thank you, Jefferson."
"By the way, since today is your first day at my office, I'll introduce you to some of the people you'll be working with."
"Wait a minute! Why don't you ask Raul to do it?"
"Because Raul can't be relied on in this matter."
Carabella was forced to comply with Jefferson's wishes rather than continue arguing until noon. In the end, they left for work together and then walked through the lobby of this elite office. Carabella walked nervously through the area, unaccustomed to setting foot in such a place.
However, when they wanted to get on the elevator, suddenly his father's assistant blocked his way.
"Jefferson, your father is calling you now."
Jefferson turned around for a moment to look at his new assistant. "Wait in my office. I'll call Raul to escort you."
Now Jefferson was visiting his father, the head of the Symphony Group. He entered his father's study and sat down on the sofa next to him.
"What's wrong, Dad, calling me suddenly?"
A heavy sigh escaped the father's lips. "Jefferson, what exactly have you been thinking lately? Why did you suddenly recruit Ella as your assistant?"
"Dad, actually I–"
"Do you like her?"