Have I Told You Lately

Chapter 39: Mr. Kenneth Will Understand When Becoming a Father

Rachel and Magi followed the representatives to the restaurant.

Social meals were a necessity for Rachel; thus she was basically familiar with the nearby restaurants.

This one was not an exception.

Ordering a separate room, Rachel invited them to seat while hugging Monica and then passed them

the menu.

“This restaurant isn’t bad. Order whatever you like.” She smiled politely.

“Oh, manager Yvonne, that’s very nice.” They chuckled.

Putting on a smile, Rachel complained inwardly. You’re the King. Can’t I be nice?

Mr. Johnson spent a lot of money to land the Dragon Age’s trust. Now they were in close proximity to

each other. Weren’t there several meals every month?

Rachel decided to tell Mr. Johnson that she wouldn’t be in charge of the Dragon Age affairs later.

Besides a full table of dishes, they also ordered two bottles of high-end red wine.

Magi hurried to fill the glasses. When they were about to toast, someone’s phone rang.

“Excuse me. I need to answer it. You guys dig in.” He glanced at the contact name, smiled, and rushed

out.

“Manager Yvonne, come, toast to you.” Another one raised the glass to her politely.

Rachel kept smiling. Taking up the glass, she clinked his glass gently. “Cheers! I hope we can work well

together.”

Rachel took a sip. When the icy liquid ran through her throat, she shivered slightly and drank it all with

a frown.

Magi didn’t notice it, pouring her another glass of wine again.

Rachel peeked at him, pursed her lips in silence, and then turned around to serve food for Monica.

Two minutes later, the person who went out for a call pushed the door open and talked suddenly, “Mr.

Kenneth eats next door to us.”

Rachel’s eyelids thumped subconsciously.

That man was like a haunting ghost.

Hearing that their CEO was nearby, the representatives scooted up and shouted in surprise, “Next

door? Did you see him?”

“Yeah, I saw him. Shall we go over?”

“Of course, we must go. Come on. Let’s greet him.”

Rachel cursed inwardly. She really wanted to reject it, since he wasn’t her boss. But it was obviously

impossible. If Mr. Johnson was here, he must have rushed over eagerly. How could she stay here?

Reluctant though she was, Rachel still stood up with a fake smile. “Since Mr. Kenneth is here, I’d like to

go with you.”

Thus, they scurried to the next room without eating too much.

When they entered the next room, Rachel felt ridiculous again.

There were only two men, but they occupied such a large room. Rich, huh?

The other man, who was at the same age as Kenneth, dressed casually and looked clean, neither an

elite nor a normal employee.

“Mr. Kenneth.”

At the sight of their CEO, the representatives behaved like a son, greeting solicitously.

“Yes, why are you here?” Kenneth asked, as if he knew nothing, deadpan.

“We visited the Vantage Inc. in the morning and happened to eat here,” one explained. Then showing

Rachel who was behind him, he introduced, “Mr. Kenneth, this is Manager Yvonne from the Vantage

Inc.”

Rachel kept covering her existence, not expecting that she would be introduced. Face stiffening, she

hugged the child tightly and nodded to him. “Mr. Kenneth.”

The man regarded her calmly, impassive. He glanced at the girl in her arms and chortled. “Manager

Yvonne, you take a child to work? It’s hard for you.”

Rachel was startled. Apparently, he didn’t praise her but mock. Then she curled her lips. “It’s all for the

child, not hard at all. Mr. Kenneth, you’ll understand when you become a father.”

The man clouded his eyes.

The representatives immediately joked, “It will take several years for Mr. Kenneth to become a father.

He is a workaholic, not having time to find a girlfriend at all.”

Rachel curled her lips and stared at the man. She joked with a hint of irony, “Outstanding as he is, Mr.

Kenneth doesn’t need to worry at all. Those who want to marry him and give him a child can line up

from N City to J City.”

“That’s true. He is Mr. Perfect for many girls. I wonder what kind of lady he deserves.”

Kenneth furrowed and interrupted them coldly, “Enough. Since you’re here, let’s eat together. My treat.”

Naturally, the managers didn’t dare to refuse and sat down with a smile.

Rachel stood there, embarrassed. If she rejected it, it would bring shame to her company; if not, it must

be an awful meal.

But it was a momentary struggle. She chose the latter wisely.

Rachel waved at Magi and ordered, “Cancel the orders. If not allowed, pack the food.”

She couldn’t waste the money.

“Yes.”

After Magi rushed out, Rachel sat down with Monica.

Luckily, it was a huge round table. She didn’t have to sit next to them. However, she sat next to a man

before she realized.

The man kept silent, after they joined the meal. But he kept staring at them with attractive eyes.

Occasionally, he peeked at her with a hint of amusement, which made her sick.

“Miss Rachel, I’m Geoffrey Carter, Kenneth’s best friend,” he finally talked with a mellifluous voice.

Rachel was frozen.

He mentioned Kenneth and emphasized “best friend” in front of her.

Did he know their relationship?

“H… Hi.” She observed him tentatively, but he winked wickedly.

Rachel was sure that he knew her.

Kenneth stared at her intensely and then Monica a few seconds later.

The girl slept with her last night?

“I’ve agreed with Osmond to consider marrying him.”

Her word echoed in his mind suddenly.

Kenneth gripped the cup more firmly.

So Rachel was adjusting to being a stepmother?

“Mr. Kenneth? Mr. Kenneth?”

Looking at his absent-minded look, the man next to him addressed twice curiously.

Kenneth glanced at the man coldly. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The man scurried to pick up the glass in his hand. “Mr. Kenneth, I’d like to propose a toast.”

Except for Geoffrey, the rest all needed to toast because of his move.

Rachel raised her glass and toasted with them reluctantly.