Ensnared by Mafia, Days and Nights
Chapter 28: Coming Home for Dinner

Giselle Lambert was deep in thought when the sudden movement of the man behind her startled her.

He turned over, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind, confining her tightly like an iron chain, leaving no room for her to escape. The more confined she felt, the stronger her urge to flee became.

The thought of escaping made her think of her grandmother, and she wondered how her recovery was progressing.

She missed her dearly.

Though her mind was alert, Giselle's body was too tired to support her thinking, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.

She slept until noon. After a quick wash, she descended the stairs only to replace Sophie still bustling around in the kitchen.

Normally, by this time, Sophie would have already had lunch prepared.

Curiosity led Giselle to the counter, which today was piled with twice the usual amount of ingredients. "Sophie, are we expecting guests today?"

"Miss Lambert, today is Mr. Jefferson's birthday, so I'm preparing extra dishes," Sophie explained.

Giselle's eyelids twitched. It was Henry Jefferson's birthday today?

This could be the perfect opportunity to gain his favor. Maybe, if he was in a good mood, he might be willing to discuss her grandmother's situation.

She grabbed an apron from the rack and told Sophie, "Get some ingredients ready for me; I'm going to make a cake."

"Right away!" Sophie responded, bustling to prepare as it was rare for Giselle to take such initiative.

Giselle's skills in cake baking and decorating were rusty, remnants from when she and Chase Carter had celebrated their anniversary by taking a cake decorating class at a local bakery. Her technique was clumsy and unskilled.

After two failed attempts, Giselle finally managed to produce a cake that was passable.

It was far from professional, but by Giselle's own standards, it was a masterpiece.

She handed the cake to Sophie. "Put this in the fridge, please. Is he coming home for lunch?"

Sophie stored the cake and shook her head, "Mr. Jefferson didn't say. Maybe you should give him a call?"

Giselle wiped her hands and dialed his number.

In a large conference room.

Over fifty people were engrossed in a presentation about product blueprints when a quaint, old-fashioned ringtone suddenly interrupted the silence, drawing curious glances. Henry Jefferson's eyes sparkled at the sound, and a rare smile curved his usually stern lips.

He gestured for Assistant Cooper to pause the meeting for ten minutes.

Once the call connected, Giselle felt an unexpected surge of nervousness. It took her a moment to speak. "Are you busy? Did I interrupt anything?"

Henry's voice, amplified by the projector connected to his phone, filled the room, causing a buzz among the attendees.

"No interruption at all. What's up?" Henry's voice was unexpectedly gentle, a rarity for him.

The client CEO's jaw dropped-was it possible for Henry to sound so tender?

Giselle hesitated briefly, then asked shyly, "Would you like to come home for lunch?”

Her tone was intimate, reminiscent of a wife waiting at home for her husband.

Planning your weekend reading? Ensure you're on 000005s.org for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively available on our site. Happy reading! Henry answered immediately, "I will."

He sounded almost anxious, as if afraid Giselle might change her mind.

"Okay, goodbye then."

Giselle said hastily, hanging up before Henry could reply.

He watched the call end on his phone, chuckling softly before turning off the Bluetooth.

The room of over fifty people exchanged glances, witnessing a side of the powerful Henry Jefferson they never knew existed.

He tossed his car keys to Assistant Cooper, "Bring the car around to the front."

Originally locked in a stalemate over a mere 0.5% concession, Henry's lifted spirits now made him indifferent to such minor details. He signed the document swiftly and announced, "Meeting adjourned."

The attendees were left in shock; what was expected to be a day-long negotiation had concluded in an instant.

The client CEO stared at the elegant signature on the document, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, as if doubting his own vision.