A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 864

Chapter 864

Bernard checked the time, then turned to Taylor, “Planning to mooch off my lunch, are you?”

Taylor waved his hand nonchalantly, “Nope, my wife’s bringing me lunch. I’ll hang here for a bit then take off

Bernard blinked, “Your wife… delivers your lunch every day?”

Taylor beamed, “Yeah, she insists outdoor food is sketchy, so she prefers to deliver herself.”

As if on cue, a graceful figure emerged outside the CEO’s office. There stood Taylor’s wife, lunch box in hand, waving at him

Seeing his wife, Taylor sprang up. “Time for me to split. Don’t forget to eat.”

As Taylor accepted the lunch box from his wife and they strolled hand in hand towards the elevator, Bernard’s expression subtly changed.

He picked up his phone on the table, hesitated for a few seconds, then texted Eleanor

[Eleanor, the grub at the company canteen sucks]

Eleanor, who was busy painting, blinked at the unexpected message.

Well, how about eating out? There are plenty of posh restaurants near Laurence Group. Take your pick]

Bernard raised an eyebrow before typing back.

[No, the food outside sucks too]

[What about takeaway then?]

And just like that, the conversation ended.

Looking at the popped up message, Bernard gave a wry smile. Forget it, he didn’t want to bother his wife. She should just chill at home.

Seeing that Bernard didn’t reply to her message, Eleanor put down her paintbrush, propped her chin on her hand, and scrolled through their chat.

Was he… hinting that he wanted her to bring him lunch at the company?

She had never been to Laurence Group as Mrs. Laurence. Maybe she should check it out.

With that in mind, Eleanor got up and went to the kitchen, personally cooked up some chicken soup, and prepared a few light dishes

She put the food in a thermal container, called Scott, and with a bunch of bodyguards went to the Laurence Group.

Bernard was sitting in front of his computer when the knock came, “Come in.”

The CEO’s assistant came in, “Mr. Laurence, it’s time for your grub.”

The assistant, Amy, was Bernard’s personal assistant. She was in charge of Bernard’s meals during work hours, so she always reminded him to eat on time.

Bernard didn’t look up, just nodded and continued to focus on his computer.

Amy hesitated for a few seconds, then plucked up her courage to knock on the door again, “Mr. Laurence, I… I’ve got your lunch.”

Since her first day at the company, Amy had been harboring a crush on Bernard. Hating recently been promoted to his personal assistant, she hoped this position would allow her to get closer to him.

Without waiting for Bernard’s nod, she approached his desk, placing a tastefully packaged lunch box on the surface. Once it was arranged, she passed Bernard a clean pair of cutlery, “Mr. Laurence, have a taste. Let me know if you enjoy this place’s food. If so, I can order more. If not, I won’t bother.”

Just as Eleanor was nearing the CEO’s office, she glimpsed this scene through the floor–to–ceiling window, her pace slowing.