Chapter 1576: 1576. This is called the taste of a husband
She had to get started!
If she wanted to slowly get familiar with the operations of the firm, she had to start working soon.
After Harry Hall finished explaining, he left, and Helen Melendy didn’t ask him to stay.
She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Harry Hall went downstairs, and his assistant approached him, “CEO Hall, today, other than Mrs. Jones, only Lady Hall visited the hospital.”
The assistant paused at this point, because Leanne Richards was his boss’s mother, so he had to choose his words carefully.
“According to the nurses at the hospital, Lady Hall seemed a bit angry when she arrived.”
Actually, she was fierce, but he was afraid of displeasing his boss, so he chose a relatively milder word.
A gleam of cold light flashed in Harry Hall’s eyes, scaring the assistant into silence immediately.
It was unclear whether this cold light was directed at his mother or because of him, the assistant.
“Got it, you can go back now.”
“Alright, CEO Hall.”
Harry Hall didn’t go back but went to a nearby small supermarket instead.
Helen Melendy lay on the bed for who knows how long, and unknowingly, she fell asleep.
When she woke up, the wall clock pointed exactly to five in the afternoon.
Outside, there were intermittent footsteps.
She remembered that both Elly Campbell and Harry Hall knew the house password.
The security here was very tight, so she wasn’t worried about uninvited guests barging in.
Getting on the wheelchair, she opened the door and went out, just in time to see Harry Hall setting two dishes on the dining table.
Helen Melendy was a little surprised; she didn’t expect him to come back.
The familiar aroma greeted her nose; these were her favorite dishes.
Every year during the winter and summer holidays, when she returned to the orphanage, the director would make these for her to eat.
The last time, when she just woke up, she wanted to eat these dishes, but Harry Hall vetoed it.
She didn’t expect to be eating them today, and by the looks of it, it seemed Harry Hall cooked them personally.
When Harry Hall saw her, he placed the two dishes on the dining table, naturally took off his apron, and walked towards her.
It seemed he was very accustomed to cooking, quite natural.
“Just in time for dinner.”
He pushed Helen Melendy to the dining table, and the enticing aroma made her involuntarily swallow.
Harry Hall handed her chopsticks, and she didn’t stand on ceremony, immediately reaching out to pick up some food.
The taste in her mouth was familiar, the taste of the director’s cooking.
She looked at Harry Hall gratefully, her eyes glistening with tears, “Senior, your cooking has a taste.”
“Oh? What taste?”
Harry Hall’s heart tensed slightly.
These were her favorite dishes, but since she had been in a coma for over a year, he hadn’t made them.
Could it be that his skills had become rusty? Was it not tasty anymore?
Just as Harry Hall began to doubt himself, Helen Melendy said:
“The taste of an old mother.”
Harry Hall: “…”
He looked at Helen Melendy speechlessly, and she originally just wanted to joke with him, but being looked at so earnestly by him, she felt a bit embarrassed.
She was about to say something to relieve the awkwardness, but then she heard Harry Hall solemnly say:
“From now on, this will be called the taste of a husband.”
Helen Melendy: “…”
She directly ignored Harry Hall’s straightforward comment and focused on eating seriously.
Harry Hall knew she didn’t want to discuss their relationship issues. He also didn’t want to scare her away by being too eager, so he could only proceed step by step.