The Habit Was Really Terrible

Did he look like the president?

Ethan walked into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and wore a strange smile. He shook his head and washed the hand he had shaken with Bel.

"Aria, how much longer are we going to shop?"

Adrian impatiently followed her.

Aria turned around and looked at him with a smile, "I didn't ask you to carry anything, and I only asked you to follow me. Why are you getting impatient?"

Adrian walked quickly and caught up with her, "You don't buy anything. What's the point of shopping like this?"

Aria looked at him and said, "I haven't met the right."

Adrian sighed, "How long will you choose?"

Aria looked at him and froze for a moment.

"How about you give me some advice? Maybe I'll be a little faster."

Aria looked at her with a smile, rolling her eyes.

Adrian looked at him and smiled, "Tell me what you are buying."

Adrian knew she wanted him to buy her a present.

"I even didn't know my brother had been married at a registry. Do you think I should give him a present? You said you would invite us to dinner tonight."

"Yeah, but your brother lacks for nothing. He's worth enough to buy the whole Keadow."

Adrian thought and cupped his chin in his hand. It was indeed difficult to choose such a gift.

Aria smiled at him, "I don't care about the price, as long as the mind."

The mind? It might not be easy to satisfy.

"You can give your sister-in-law a present. I think she is a sincere person. Your brother loves her. If she is happy, your brother will also be happy."

Aria nodded thoughtfully, "Let's go. I hope we can choose a present today."

Shopping again? He had to follow her.

Adrian sighed, smiled thinly, and followed her.

"Off duty. Let's go home."

Seeing Ethan standing in front of the door chicly, Amelia nodded, stood up, and came over. They happily walked out of the company together.

In the car.

"Do you think what I said today made a difference?"

Amelia was agitated in her mind and could not help asking.

He looked back at her with a crooked smile, "Do you mean the president?"

"If the president is really attracted to Bel, your plan will fail, I will have no hope, and our current efforts will be in vain."

The more she talked, the more exhausted she was. She sat helplessly in the back seat, looking unhappy.

Ethan smiled at her, and a thought flashed through her mind.

If she knew I was the president, would she care more about Bel than she did now? Or would she only use my position as the president to get what she wanted and not care about my relationship with other women?

Seeing Ethan did not answer, Amelia did not continue to ask. After all, the man who was driving was the director in her eyes.

The director could only analyze the matter of the president. It didn't matter what he said. There is no such psychological comfort. Such psychological comfort was useless.

"Get out of the car and buy vegetables."

They went into the mall and bought some fresh vegetables. Amelia habitually stood aside when paying the bill. Ethan carried vegetables, and she followed behind.

She froze as she left the mall. A few days ago, she had been uncomfortable with him paying for things and felt she owed him. Was she used to it now?

The habit was really terrible.

"Cook more tonight."

"Why?"

"Let Aria and Adrian come and eat with us."

After Ethan said that, Amelia nodded. Aria was a clever girl. Although Amelia only met Amelia once and was not familiar with Aria, she didn't hate Aria. After all, she was Ethan's sister. They were nominally a family, and it was better to have more friends than enemies. She might as well be more enthusiastic.

"Give it to me."

Ethan took the kitchen knife in Amelia's hand and cut the vegetables intently. Although it was a simple thing, it didn't affect his unique temperament and didn't weaken his aura.

Amelia could not help him. She knew nothing about cooking, and there were guests tonight. If she cooked badly, wasn't it very disgraceful and very embarrassed?

"You go and tidy up. I don't need your help here."

Ethan took a look at Amelia and began to do it carefully. The dishes were well matched tonight, with meat, vegetables, and soup. It seemed to take a lot of effort.

"Well, I'll go and change my clothes. I needn't wear formal clothes at home."

Ethan froze for a moment and nodded gently in agreement.

There were guests, but they were in their own house. So it wasn't a big deal. Ethan was not a hidebound person. He froze because he felt that it would impact Amelia's beauty and was not enough to let guests see her beauty. But Amelia was always pretty. So she needn't always wear a formal dress. Amelia worked hard all day and must be tired now.

Amelia went upstairs, chose a nice housedress, and tidied her hair quickly. It was a natural look, fitting the description of the hostess of the house.

"Are you telling the truth? Did the president say to buy you coffee?

Delilah stared at Bella surprisingly.

He never dated anyone. He turned down even the prettiest socialites and the hottest celebrities.

This news made the Harper family happier. They firmly believed that Bella was likely to become his wife.

Though happy, Delilah still looked at Bella embarrassedly.

Bella felt her expression was strange, "What's wrong, mom? Aren't you happy for me? You look as if I robbed your husband."

After hearing this, Delilah sighed.

"I've really spoiled you," Delilah frowned slightly.

"I heard that Michael was beaten by the chairman himself."

"Why? For business? How dare Michael..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Delilah's sigh, "Alas! I heard he did this for that dead wench Amelia."

Bel was surprised and grabbed Delilah's arm, "Mom, who told you that? How could he do it for Amelia? How could he know her?" Her face was filled with alarm and disbelief.

Delilah shook her head, "I don't know. It is said that someone saw it."

Before Delilah finished her words, Bella angrily stood up in a sullen.

"Mom, I'm going to check with Michael. Whether the news is true or not, she can't stay any longer."