Chapter 184: Failed

Ferne was wondering whether he could beat Noah up in his current condition and he heard a knock on the door.

Noah sat there peremptorily, and Ferne shouted towards the door, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Ferne, it's me." It was Harold.

Ferne soon figured out that Harold was here to give him the bonus on behalf of Emily, so he went to open the door. However, Ferne did not notice that he looked disheveled from just getting up, while Noah was smoking in his bathrobe. All seemed to indicate that a chaos just happened.

Harold didn't expect the scene. After a short silence, he took his steps back and said, "Sorry, it seemed like a bad time. I will come later."

Ferne was confused.

He pulled Harold back, "What are you talking about? Did Emily send you here? Is there a bonus for me?"

Harold took a glance at Noah and responded to Ferne hesitatingly, "I am here on behalf of Emily, but not for the bonus. The thing is that Miss Emily is going to prepare a gift to Mr. Cox and she would like to know what would Mr. Cox like?"

"Wait a minute. What Emily earned had nothing to do with Jaquan, so why on earth would she buy him a gift? I should be the one to be thanked for." Ferne asked confusedly, "What did Jaquan do?"

"Mr. Cox helped a lot with the Tea Manor last time." Harold tended to leave. "If you don't have any suggestions, then I'll go back and tell Miss Emily..."

Ferne pinched his eyebrows and said, "Alright, here is my answer- he likes Arabella."

"..."

Harold took it seriously, "Well, we are not going to commit a crime."

Ferne yelled, "Damn it, you've said the same thing last time! I will never believe it again!"

Harold was speechless.

Noah chuckled at the table.

Ferne turned around and shot him a look of annoyance, "What the hell are you laughing at?"

Noah raised his chin slightly and pinched out the cigarette in the ashtray slowly. He stared straight at Ferne, as if it was not the cigarette butt that he had extinguished, but Ferne's head.

Ferne was speechless this time.

Harold felt something wrong, but couldn't tell.

"By the way, Miss Emily transferred 4.2 million to your account. It was the money for the paintings that you and Mr. Cox bought. She wanted you to have them as thank-you gifts."

Ferne leaned against the door and sighed, "As a matter of fact, Emily is far better than me when doing business."

"I have to go." Harold finished his reports and left.

"Wait a minute. Isn't Emily going to give Jaquan a present?" Ferne draw Harold over and said, "I happen to have a thing that she can borrow."

"..."

Harold sensed something was amiss from Jaquan's unkind smile.

Ferne asked a waiter to bring over a large pink box. Harold was just about to shake it and Ferne warned him, "Be gentle! Don't shake it! Move it gently."

Harold asked curiously, "Mr. Ferne, what exactly is in there?"

"Something valuable. Don't worry, Jaquan will love it." Ferne patted Harold on the shoulder and said, "Tell Emily, she owes me one."

He handed a sticker and a pen to Harold. "Write a card. I'll get someone to deliver it to Jaquan. He won't be working this weekend."

Harold agreed, "Alright, thank you very much."

Harold finished the card and handed back to the waiter. He turned to Ferne and said, "Miss Emily is waiting for you to have lunch with her downstairs in the private room. Mr. Vincent is there, too."

"Holy shit, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Ferne slammed the door and went in to change his clothes.

As soon as he took off his clothes, Noah, who was sitting at the table, stood up.

Here came silence.

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Ferne inexplicably thought about the cigarette butt that had just been crushed in the ashtray.

Noah pulled off his bathrobe, revealing his muscular chest and abdomen. He was hairy; his calves and legs were so muscular that one could feel his masculinity from afar.

Ferne was envious of this figure. He couldn't help but give it a few more glimpses. Then, the figure was getting closer and closer to him. As stepping back, he appreciated the sturdy chests and the beautiful shape of Noah's abdominal muscles. Ferne began to wonder, "It must take you at least four to five years' of training, right?"

Later, Ferne retreated to the wall and realized that he had been "kabedoned" by Noah.

He stared blankly at Noah and immediately pushed against his chest. All Jaquan can think of was that Noah was really well-built. "No! It's not what matters right now. What matters is..."

"Wait a minute, Noah. I'm straight, as straight as straight can be. Come on. Even if I'm gay, I should be the one on top..."

Noah grabbed Ferne by the neck and held his face in the palm. He bent his fingers a little and warned Ferne in his gritty voice, "You better watch that attitude. Don't swear."

Ferne was shocked.

He had no idea Noah would hold such a grudge.

**

"Damn it, not again!"

Jaquan stared at the black porridge in the pot, wishing to throw his phone into the pot to conjure a pot of delicious rice porridge.

"Mr. Jaquan, are you cooking porridge?"

Jaquan was re-examining his cooking steps with the instructions on the phone and nodded, "Yes."

Stony asked, "Why are you using the frying pan? You should try a pressure cooker."

Jaquan didn't expect that a four-year-old could know better than him.

Jaquan felt sour and humiliated. He hurriedly poured out all the black rice porridge. Then he washed the pressure cooker and rinsed the rice again, added water for a few times. After searched the instructions of the pressure cooker, he plugged it in, chose the porridge cooking mode, and set the time.

"It should work this time."

It's not okay with just porridge. Jaquan opened the refrigerator and considered to stir-fry a dish. It seemed to be relatively simple to have scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He took out a box of eggs and cracked them into a bowl.

For the first egg, the whole shell was cracked into the bowl.

"..."

Stony stood over and watched, trying his best not to laugh out loud.

Jaquan washed his hands and took out another bowl. "Go to something else. Don't laugh at me. Failure is the mother of success. It would work out."

The second egg was crushed in his palm because he tried too hard.

"..."

Stony stopped looking and ran back to the guest room. Not long after, he giggled out loud.

Jaquan changed the bowl. For this time, he gently picked up an egg, and knocked it lightly. Then, there was a crack. He knocked again. Damn it. It's too much this time, and the whole egg shattered on the table.

Jaquan was in despair. Why was it so difficult to crack an egg?!

"Mom, Mr. Jaquan is so stupid. He can't even crack eggs. He's already broken three of them." Stony sneaked a glance and couldn't help but hide in the guest room and giggle.

Emma sniffed the burnt smell early in the morning, but she didn't expect that it was Jaquan who cooked.

She put down the book and said to Stony, "Go and bring a stool to the kitchen. Tell him that I would be there."

Stony followed instructions. Not a minute later, Jaquan washed his hands and came over. He wore a sweater with sleeves rolled up, exposing a part of his strong forearms.

As soon as he came in, he bent over to carry Emma. "Once born, twice done." Not to mention that it was not his first two times to carry Emma. So he carried her to the kitchen expertly and put her on a chair.

After putting her down, Jaquan suddenly realized what happened and asked, "Wait, why are you here?"

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