"Boss," Ted called in an emotionless voice after he answered the phone.
"How’s Ophelia going?"
"Master is great, and Little Master is great too, Boss. He’s in my arms now," Ted reported in a flat tone
like a weather forecaster.
Zachariah knit his brows, asking, "You’re with Ophelia?"
"I’m staying in Madeleine’s apartment now, Boss. Now I take care of Master specially, and Little Master
incidentally. I’m the so-called 'male nanny'."
Zachariah’s lips twitched uncontrollably. He didn’t dare to imagine the scene of Ted taking care of a
baby. He was a professional bodyguard known for his ruthlessness, but now he had become a male
nanny. Zachariah dreaded to think about it.
"Where’s Ophelia?"
"Master is doing some leg rehabilitation exercises with Madeleine outside."
Zachariah hesitated for a moment and asked, "Has Ophelia talked about me during these days?"
Ted, however, went silent.
Zachariah took a glance at his phone, assuming that Ted hung up on him.
"Are you listening, Ted?"
"I am, Boss." Ted chose his words carefully before he continued, "Except for playing with Little Master
and doing some rehabilitation exercises in the company of Madeleine occasionally, Master just eats
and sleeps, and hasn’t talked about you."
Zachariah’s face darkened instantly. He had been working so hard here in Paris. He had meetings one
after another, and he wished he could go to bed once he went back to the hotel room. Even so, he still
thought about that woman incessantly, while she actually got on with her life and played with their son
without even talking about him for once.
How dared she?
He seethed silently.
"Boss, is there anything else you want to ask me about?"
"No. Take good care of Ophelia. Remember, she’s my woman. Stay away from her, or you won’t like
what lay ahead for you."
"Yes, Boss."
Zachariah hung up the phone and rubbed his throbbing temples. He hadn’t had a good sleep for three
days, and he slept for less than three hours every day, while his meetings lasted more than ten hours.
He was physically exhausted now, but his nervous system remained active. He was still thinking about
a certain woman when he lay in bed.
Someone knocked on the office door. Zachariah recovered himself and said, "Come in, please."
Linda came in with a stack of files in her arms. She put them in front of Zachariah and said, "Mr.
Chambers, these are the documents you asked for. The good news is, the company’s shares have
rallied slightly after several days of concerted efforts. It won’t take long before the loss caused by the
divulgence of the contract contents is offset."
Zachariah grabbed the financial statement on top of the stack, skimmed through it and said, "When the
problem is solved here, book the first flight back for me. You and the others stay to clean up the loose
ends."
"Yes."
Zachariah had planned to solve the problem here in five days at most, but things turned out to be
tougher than he had imagined. The day after Linda reported to him, someone hired a bots army to cook
up stories about the leaked contract and spread them around, which caused stock prices to ease back
slowly. Thus, Zachariah had to call an emergency meeting with the senior executives again, and finally,
Zachariah and his team left Paris two weeks after their arrival.
Zachariah got off the plane, jumped into his car and asked the driver to go straight to Madeleine’s
apartment.
The moment he got off the car, Zachariah saw Madeleine walking out of her building carrying a bag of
garbage. He strode towards her, but Madeleine’s face darkened as soon as she saw him. Then she
went in another direction without even glancing at him.
Zachariah caught up with her and grabbed her arm, asking directly, "Madeleine, where’s Ophelia?"
Madeleine gave a hard look at him and taunted, "Well well, it’s President Chambers. I thought it was a
perv jumping out of nowhere. I didn’t expect you to still be remembering Ophelia."
Zachariah frowned and said, "Ophelia is my wife. How can I forget about her? Why didn’t she answer
my calls?"
Madeleine gave a plastic smile and scoffed, "Mr. Chambers, are you sure you’ve called her?"
Zachariah’s frown deepened. He thought to himself. There must be some misunderstanding.
"I’ve called her many times, but she never answered me. I planned to come back immediately, but I had
to hold meetings there. I can’t leave thousands of employees alone for personal reasons," Zachariah
explained, looking grim.
At this moment, Madeleine also realized that there must be some misunderstanding between them.
She took a deep breath to settle herself down. "What do you mean by that, Zachariah? You were
abroad? What happened to the Chambers Group? Why hasn’t any of the Chambers ever come to see
Ophelia and Tommy during the last two weeks? You said she is now one of the Chambers, and that
Tommy is the eldest grandson of the Chambers family. But none of you has showed any care for her
since she left your house. Don’t you guys have a heart? Savannah almost killed Ophelia and Tommy,
and you just let her off? It sends a chill to my heart each time I think about it."
Frowning, Zachariah replied in earnest, "I do care about Ophelia. I just came back from Paris and
asked the driver to send me here as soon as I jumped off the plane. I’ve called her many times, but she
didn’t answer me. I also called Ted, and he told me Ophelia was great. I sent some other people here
to check on her, and they told me Ophelia was great too, and only then did I get relieved and begin my
work in Paris. I never knew it would take me two weeks."
Madeleine stared at him in disbelief, asking, "Really?"
"I have no reason to lie to you. Where’s Ophelia?" Zachariah asked.
Madeleine gave him a ferocious stare and said, "Alright, I’ll just believe you this time. But it doesn’t
matter that you’ve won my trust. The important thing is whether Ophelia will forgive you or not. You’ve
been MIA for the last two weeks, and Ted has never brought up that you called. Just because you’ve
been missing for two weeks, Ophelia hasn’t slept or eaten well. She’s lost a lot of weight and had a
relapse. The other day I went to hospital with her. The doctor said depression was the cause, and it
was bad for her recovery if she kept on being in a state of depression."
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