The Tyrant's Wife

337 Kiss the chef

While Desmond and Zaria planned for their honeymoon, everyone had fought over the chance to take care of Rosaly in their absence. Ximena and Liam would have loved to look after the little ballerina if they weren’t leaving themselves. On the other hand, Lucy didn’t think Zeus could take care of a doll if given one, let alone a child. Since she didn’t want her granddaughter to end up being turned into a robot by her unreliable son, she had been the most relentless in asking to take care of her.

Of course, Theodore didn’t want to miss out either. After the long battle of everyone trying to prove they were the best choice, Rosaly had been asked whether she wanted to stay with Theodore, Lucy, Natalie, Devonte, or Izzie. Her answer was all of them.

In the end, the couple decided that everyone would have a turn for four days each. Natalie and Devonte would take care of her together and so would Theodore and Lucy. On the last four days, Izzie would take her. The little puppy Des would follow Rosaly wherever she went.

Lucy was excited to have managed to snag the first four days. Though since Rosaly was closer to Theodore than to her, she did not agree for them to split the days and wanted to spend the whole time with Theodore. She had to admit, Zaria must have known this when she decided that she should share her days with Theodore. The little cupid was trying her best to push her and Theodore together. Not that she was complaining.

It was Theodore’s idea that she spend the four days at his house and she didn’t mind it a single bit.

Hence, after packing a small luggage and having it delivered to Theodore’s house, she took a rose-scented bath that evening and found the best outfit to wear. It took ages of searching and asking for Elena’s opinion before she finally decided on the blue knee-length dress that looked good on her without making it obvious that she was dressing up.

“You look beautiful, boss.” Elena gushed. “Would you like any makeup? There’s a set that Morel Beauty delivered, which wouldn’t look like makeup if you choose the right color palette.”

She checked herself out in the mirror. She still had youthful skin despite her age but since when did it hurt to look better? “What are you waiting for?”

Elena had her sit at the vanity and picked up the tools.

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“Would you like your lipstick to be as pink as your natural lip color?” Elena asked to make sure. Lucy liked red lipstick, after all.

“Elena, how many questions do you need to ask? Should I call a makeup artist?”

“Of course not.” Elena giggled to herself. Lucy was acting like a young woman in love and didn’t even realize it. After years of seeing her boss being all cunning and serious, this new side of her was quite welcome.

She finished Lucy’s makeup and made her hair into luscious waves. She was just finishing up when Lucy’s phone rang.

“Check who is calling.” Lucy instructed. When Elena returned to tell her it was the Morels, a frown settled on her face. Nothing good ever came out of the Morels and their phone call was no exception. Still, she took her phone from Elena to answer it.

“To what do I owe the displeasure?” She asked.

The woman on the other end scoffed. “The feeling is mutual. I would not call you if I didn’t have to.”

“Okay, so why did you decide to waste your precious time?” She was getting impatient. If she didn’t already guess why they were calling, Lucy would have hung up without answering the call.

Just as she thought, the woman began to talk about her daughter. “I received a call from the Preston family. They let me know that Liam is to marry the daughter of their business associate. The Watson family, if you have heard of them.”

“There isn’t anyone in Imperium who has not heard of that bunch of self-absorbed idiots.” Lucy sneered. When the line went quiet, she almost thought Ximena’s mother had hung up. It would be expected, since most people couldn’t take her brutal remarks.

“Well,” continued the woman, “I would like to know where Ximena is. Hello, are you still there?” She called when Lucy went quiet.

Lucy finally snickered. “In all the years I have been alive, this is the first time I’m hearing such a ridiculous question. Why would I know where your daughter is? Last I checked, you were her mother.”

“I’m afraid Ximena doesn’t know that. Anyway, isn’t she your daughter’s best friend? Your daughter must know where she is.” Came the desperate response.

Lucy sighed in exasperation. “Since you know all about my daughter, you also know she just got married and is on her honeymoon. I will not appreciate you bothering her over matters you should know better than anyone. I’ll let her know you called.”She said and hung up.

Elena laughed when she realized what Lucy had been up to the entire time. She had endured the whole phone call just to reveal that she knew how to reach Ximena and was not willing to share that information. It certainly was suicidal to get on Lucy’s bad side.

True to her word, she dialed Ximena’s number as soon as she ended the call with the latter’s mother.

“How did you…” Ximena sounded shocked when she heard Lucy’s voice.

“How did I get your number?” Lucy laughed. The couple had gotten rid of everything that could be traced to their current locations. They had also gotten new contact numbers with their aliases.

“On second thought, I don’t want to know how you got it.” XImena decided. “Did you call me just to flaunt your ability to find even the most hidden information?”

“Of course not. Your parents called. Liam’s parents realized you were both missing and probably gave them the scolding of their life and an ultimatum or your mother would not be desperate enough to call me. You and Liam may want to be more careful.” She told her.

“Thanks Aunt Lucy, we will be careful.”

“I would like no interruptions while I spend time with my granddaughter.” She instructed as she stood up to leave.

Elena followed her frantically. “What if there is an emergency at the company?”

Lucy slid her shoes on as she answered. “If it’s an emergency regarding Preston and Fort Group, call Natalie.”

She was relieved. “What about Twilight?”

Lucy glanced back at her. “If the sky is falling over Twilight, you can give me a call. But I will not answer it.”

Elena was speechless. She didn’t just disregard her company to spend time with Rosaly, did she?

When she remembered that now that she had her family back, Lucy wouldn’t care if she lost everything overnight, she let out a breath. It was up to her to make sure Twilight didn’t crash overnight. The kind of things assistants had to endure when their bosses were in love…

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“Grandma Lucy!” Rosaly ran to the door when she heard the car drive into the compound and threw herself into Lucy’s arms when the latter got to the door.

Lucy picked her up into her arms and spun around with her. “Hello, sweetheart.” Theodore must have told her she was coming. Only after the excitement died down did she take note of the mess that had become of Rosaly’s clothes and hair.

“Why are you covered in flour?” She asked the girl.

“It poured on me.” She shrugged as though she didn’t know why the flour spilled all over her.

Theodore poked his head out as she entered the house with Rosaly in her arms.

“We are baking cookies but more flour made it to her clothes and hair than the bowl.” He answered, inviting her to join them. “Do you want to bake with us?”

“Of course.” She entered the kitchen and wrapped an apron around herself. Theodore had gotten them all aprons with adorable chef caps printed on the front with “Kiss the chef” printed on them. She stared at Theodore. “I certainly want to kiss the chef.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you waiting for?”

“You’re right.” She picked Rosaly up again and kissed her cheek, making Theodore frown. She had made it sound like the chef she wanted to kiss….never mind. She was doing it deliberately.