Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTsk, heartless.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The lab.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cProfessor Whitman, that\u2019s wrong.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t until a student next to him spoke up that Adrian\u00a0<\/p>\n
snapped back to reality, realizing he had added 5ml of buffer\u00a0<\/p>\n
solution instead of 0.5ml.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He frowned and took off his goggles.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry, let\u2019s redo this set. You guys do it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even in front of his students, Adrian remained gentle and polite,\u00a0<\/p>\n
like a true gentleman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The students looked at each other, unable to help but ask with\u00a0<\/p>\n
concern:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cProfessor, are you too tired? You look a little pale\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t sleep well last night.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Adrian took off his gloves and pressed his temples, asking\u00a0<\/p>\n
casually, \u201cWhen is Re\u2026 Eleanor\u2019s shift?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Didn\u2019t she already quit? She said she told you, Professor. She\u00a0<\/p>\n
even left the group chat.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Adrian froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did this happen?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice suddenly turned a few degrees colder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The student was startled by his tone. \u201cJust this morning.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Adrian didn\u2019t say anything. He walked straight out, took his\u00a0<\/p>\n
phone from the locker, and sure enough, saw a message from\u00a0<\/p>\n
Rebecca.\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Professor Shaw, sorry for the trouble I\u2019ve caused.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
A simple sentence, without even a decent excuse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
So she\u2019s not planning on coming back?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not planning on seeing him again?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Did his exposing her last night push her too far?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Adrian\u2019s grip on the phone gradually tightened, his knuckles\u00a0<\/p>\n
turning white.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a long moment, a cold, predatory glint appeared in his\u00a0<\/p>\n
eyes behind his glasses.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His slender fingers tapped the screen a few times, and he\u00a0<\/p>\n
dialed a number he hadn\u2019t called in a long time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa, there\u2019s something I need your help with\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After he finished speaking in a tone that allowed no argument,\u00a0<\/p>\n
the old man\u2019s vigorous voice came through the phone: \u201cWell,\u00a0<\/p>\n
wonders never cease. The great professor knows how to ask\u00a0<\/p>\n
for a favor.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He huffed lightly after speaking, his tone cheerful,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Whitman group?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why put pressure on them? I remember you never liked getting\u00a0<\/p>\n
involved in all this business\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis time, it\u2019s different.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After Rebecca took time off, Roderick got even busier than\u00a0<\/p>\n
before. He rarely had time for regular meals.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine didn\u2019t say anything, but she was practically glued to\u00a0<\/p>\n
her phone, constantly texting Gerry to keep an eye on him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gerry looked helpless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He wanted to keep an eye on him, but when the boss got busy,\u00a0<\/p>\n
he wouldn\u2019t even think about eating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took a picture of the cold dinner in his hand and sent it to\u00a0<\/p>\n
her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Ma\u2019am, I\u2019m really at my wit\u2019s end\u2026]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine frowned.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She left the dance studio with her phone and went straight to\u00a0<\/p>\n
the kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeleine, what are you doing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kirsten heard the noise and, sure enough, saw Madeleine\u00a0<\/p>\n
rummaging through the fridge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hungry? Let me make you something.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not for me, Kirsten. I want to bring dinner to Roderick. He\u2019s\u00a0<\/p>\n
not eating properly again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing this, Kirsten\u2019s eyes crinkled into a smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Who said she doesn\u2019t love her husband?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was head over heels for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She walked over and put on an apron, \u201cYou just have to ask me\u00a0<\/p>\n
for things like this. Go wait on the side, it\u2019ll be ready in a\u00a0<\/p>\n
minute.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
To save time, Kirsten made a few Quick\u2013prep dishes and put\u00a0<\/p>\n
together the bento box in no time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Madeleine insisted on helping and fried an egg in a\u00a0<\/p>\n
nearby pan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Other than the raw material being an egg, the result\u2026 had\u00a0<\/p>\n
nothing to do with a fried egg.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kirsten looked hesitant to put the egg in the bento box.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMadeleine, uh, this\u2026 maybe we should skip it. Roderick might not like eggs.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I remember he likes them a lot.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine frowned, \u201cIt\u2019s a little burnt, but it\u2019s fine. Flip it over,\u00a0<\/p>\n
this side isn\u2019t black.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kirsten: \u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oh well, he\u2019ll just have to take his chances.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine didn\u2019t know how to cook; in fact, she\u2019d barely ever\u00a0<\/p>\n
set foot in a kitchen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Growing up, her family was well\u2013off and had a dedicated cook.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After marrying Roderick, he couldn\u2019t bear to let her do any\u00a0<\/p>\n
housework.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Madeleine insisted on frying an egg for Roderick with her\u00a0<\/p>\n
own hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because Madeleine knew Roderick well enough and was\u00a0<\/p>\n
confident in his feelings for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If he knew she had cooked for him, Roderick would be so\u00a0<\/p>\n
touched and concerned that he wouldn\u2019t dare to skip meals\u00a0<\/p>\n
anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 200\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once Kirsten had the bento box ready, Madeleine went to tell\u00a0<\/p>\n
her son she was heading out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The little guy originally wanted to go with her, but he shook his\u00a0<\/p>\n
head halfway through speaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNever mind, Mom, you go. I want to stay home.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure you don\u2019t want to go?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright then, Mommy will be back soon.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That little guy, being so secretive. Maybe he was just getting\u00a0<\/p>\n
older and had his own plans.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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