He Really Makes Me Work Like This

'He is really that mad at me?' Hailey thought. 'What should I do now? How could I earn Vince's forgiveness? It seems like my cooking style won't work this time.'

Heaving a helpless sigh, Hailey strides toward the kitchen, gets an apron, and starts thinking about what dinner she could make for Vince. 

Later, Hailey remembers she bought a Salmon yesterday. She decides... 'Alright! I'll bake a Salmon for Vince's dinner!'

With excitement creeping toward her chest, she prepared all the needed ingredients. After she mixed them into a bowl, she spread them all over on top of the Salmon. She adds other vegetables to the rectangular glass container before putting them in the oven. 

Next, she made crab and corn soup. It will be cold later, but if he doesn't like to have dinner together, ' let him preheat it for himself.' Hailey mumbled to her head with a pout.

'What dessert should I prepare for him? Is he even fond of sweets?' Hailey mused. Vince eats the carrot cake and banana muffins she made last time. 'Maybe a cookie? With lots of chocolate chips! That would be best with brewed coffee!'

Preparing the cookie ingredients, Hailey continues pondering what she can do, and Vince forgives her.

'Ugh. So hard to coax an old man.'

Not her dad, though. She would hug him and put on some sweet words; her dad would forget her mistakes. But Vince is only a stranger to her, and it would take a while before she could soften his rough treatment toward her.

'Ah, whatever.' She'll work well in the next few days and behave, and maybe Vince will forget what she did.

When she was done, Hailey placed all the food on the table. She ate quietly, alone. After that, she wrapped the dishes with transparent cellophane.

She didn't eat any salmon, but she made pasta and lasagna for herself. She left the Salmon untouched. And yes! It was her way of peace offering to him. 

As the night gets older, Hailey paces back and forth inside her bedroom; she can't hear any movement downstairs. She looks at her phone, and it's past ten o'clock. So Hailey assumes Vince hasn't come out from the Study to have dinner.

'He's skipping dinner again? Or he's really that mad to starve himself because he doesn't want to see me?'

'Wait… and why would I think of these matters? Do we even are a real couple? Why do I worry too much? Ah, whatever! If he wanted to starve himself, then fine!'

Sulking, Hailey climbed onto her bed and tucked inside her quilt. She taps on her phone to play her playlists to doze off, and the digital clock awakens her the following day.

Hailey rushed to the bathroom and washed. She quickly moved around her bedroom, and her knee kicked the stool in front of her dresser.

'Shot! Ouch...' Dang, she never gets up this early every day, and she never took a shower for less than thirty minutes every day!

She's not complaining. She is only upset that Vince ignored her this long after apologizing.

Hailey exited her bedroom exactly as Vince went out of his room. Suddenly, an awkward silence past her thoughts, and she forgets to utter a greeting. Vince turned his back on her without saying a word either, Hailey stammered. "I will make a quick breakfast."

"I will have one in the office."

'Seriously? And whose employees are going to his company at this hour? Even his assistants and secretaries are still enjoying the warmth of their beds!' Hailey mused. 'Is he going to avoid me? I don't mind, and he has the right to ignore me. But he should not miss his meals and starve himself!' Hailey pouted.

She couldn't make another remark when Vince went straight to the door and left. 

'Who's going to serve him breakfast? Is he planning to stop by a restaurant? Then what's the difference if he lets me make him breakfast? He's only wasting money!'

'Ah! Why am I stressing myself? He's old enough, duh!'

But on second thoughts, it gives her a brilliant realization. When she returns to Australia, she must look into her employees' attendance, add rewards to those who come early, and give awards to diligent workers. She must take note of that!

Well, since Vince left and her class is in the afternoon. She'll go back to sleep.

Hailey dropped her body back to the bed and rolled around. After two minutes, she sat up and rushed to the kitchen.

'Ahh! I should not just sit around!'

After three hours, she is all ready! Hailey trotted her Ferrari, squeezing the traffic while tapping her palms on the steering wheels and singing while driving.

'Dang! What insane traffic! How do people survive not being late every day?' She couldn't help but complain because she missed driving a two-hour distance, which she would go down in less than 40 minutes.

Now she's seated in front of the steering wheel for half an hour. And the distance from Vince's office and the penthouse, she could drive it for at least twelve minutes with the speed of Aparte. 

Hailey glanced at the bag in the passenger seat. She breathes in and releases it. 'This man... He really makes me work like this!'

But things must be under control. So, she has to endure it until then. Hailey mused. Finally, the traffic is moving, and Hailey has a smooth drive on the next avenues. Before coming into the office, she had already texted Tim that she had something to give Vince.