Chapter 148: Whoa, she is sick~
Chapter 148: Whoa, she is sick~
"I know that, mom." Ingrid smiled and said seriously, "I love him too, and I would do anything for him."
"Good!" Amanda smiled.
"Mom, what about you and Sebastian?" Ingrid teased.
Despite it being for an instant, Amanda blushed but soon returned to normal and said, "He is a good man, and he treats me gently. We're still getting to know each other, but I'm happy to be going slow and getting to know him. I haven't experienced anything like this in a long time and everything seems so new that sometimes I feel like a teenager." She laughed.
"Hehe~ I never expected that a day would come when I would see my mother acting like this." Ingrid laughed as she spoke. "Mom, I wish from the bottom of my heart that you would find happiness with him, and now with my sister coming back, even if she's once again 13 years old, I hope the days that follow are happy days."
"Although I am concerned about these mysterious cracks that are appearing around the world, I still feel that better days are coming." Amanda smiled and looked up at the ceiling.
It was strange. She already felt prestigious from having moved to a new home, but being here, she felt that now she was experiencing true luxury. Despite having many simple things, not very flashy, it was noteworthy that they were very well worked, however simple it all seemed. Even the chandelier on the ceiling seemed ordinary at first, but the more Amanda looked, the more enchanted she became by the sight of it.
*
In the morning, on Monday, March 29, 2010, Amanda woke up with slightly red eyes. She had not slept very well, but she felt at peace. She looked to the side and saw Ingrid beside her and the formation that Luan created and let out a happy sigh.
"Ingrid, wake up." Seeing that Ingrid's cell phone started to ring, she knew it was time for her daughter to get up to go to work.
Ingrid sat on the bed, still sleepy. She looked to the side and seeing her mother, rubbed her eyes she said, "Good morning, mom."
"Good Morning." Amanda smiled and said, "Hurry up, your cell phone has started to buzz. Don't make Luan wait for you."
"Yes." Getting up wearing a pajama top and pajama pants, Ingrid went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Ah yes, mother, you are going to the hospital, correct?" Ingrid recalled that today was Amanda's morning shift.
"Yes, but I'm going to ask for my vacation.m," Amanda said, "I cannot afford to go back and forth every day, and it is also a good time to ask for my vacation. I haven't had time off for a long time."
Her only concern was that she did not want to continue to be a nuisance at her daughter's boyfriend's house. For this reason, she intended to at least help with the cleaning of the house, and although she was not a full-fledged cook like Maira, she had some confidence in her cooking.
"This is perfect." Ingrid was happy with the idea. "Mother, rest assured, my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law are very kind and will not judge you, much less despise you. Do what you think is best and everything will work out; trust me."
"Yes, I understand." Amanda smiled helplessly. She soon realized that Ingrid was already part of the Dimas family and seemed to have a very strong connection with them. Not that this was bad; Amanda was happy about it.
*
After breakfast, Luan and Ingrid went to the Headquarters of the Dimas Corporation.
"Go first, I need to go to the bathroom," Ingrid said timidly.
Luan stopped his steps for a second and looked at her. Smiling a little, he kissed her and said, "Okay. When you get back, come to my office."
"Yes." Ingrid felt sweet. She almost melted in Luan's arms.
After leaving the bathroom on the way, she overheard some people arguing in quiet voices, "CEO Luan is so handsome! I want to marry him!"
"Shh, Miss Ingrid is coming. Don't let her hear what you said," another whispered.
"What if she hears? She may be the CEO's girlfriend, but what else is she beyond that?" Being a secretary of public relations, and standing next to Luan's office, a tall woman with long legs and a baby face, black hair, and light brown eyes spoke dryly full of sarcasm and contempt. "Ha! I heard that she didn't even go to college! She just managed to be CEO Luan's personal secretary through the back doors. If it weren't for that, would she have still achieved such prestige and honor?"
This woman was called Rafaela Amaral. She had put in a lot of effort at the company when she discovered that Luan became CEO. She was someone who studied at the same school as Luan and came from a very wealthy and resourceful family. When she discovered that Luan became CEO, she immediately wanted to approach and work at the company, trying to get close to him.
After all, since high school, she had been in love with him, but unexpectedly she found out that he now had a girlfriend... How could she not be seething with anger and jealousy? Didn't she do all this just to get close to the person she always loved? Didn't she have to beg her father to get a seat at the Company's headquarters in public relations because she knew it was close to CEO Luan's office?
When she found out that Ingrid was Luan's girlfriend, she used her family's sources to investigate her. When they discovered the origin of Ingrid's family, she was even more angry, but on the other hand, relieved. If her opponent was merely someone of such poor origin, it was likely that Luan was just playing with her and would soon leave her when he gets tired of her, yes?
Except for "knowing" that Luan would part ways with Ingrid in time, Rafaela couldn't stand to see Ingrid beside her loved one. And being from a prestigious family, she was not afraid to speak up and let Ingrid hear her dissatisfaction. In fact, she planned to create discord and make Ingrid get temperamental and fight with her. Thus, she would have an excuse to complain to CEO Luan about how immature and temperamental Ingrid really was. This would also give her a chance to speak to Luan in person and even talk about their time together in high school. How perfect would that be?
Whenever she thought like that, a smug smile formed on her face and she looked up and down at Ingrid without the slightest bit of fear. 'Aside from her appearance, what else does she have? Ha, she can't even be qualified to lick my shoe!'
Ingrid of course heard what she said, but would she care? Sighing, she thought, 'I'm not even going to speak. Whoa, she is sick~'