The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1453 New Business

"Oh, you can give that to me. Thank you." Cassie accepted the tray from him and expressed her thanks.

"You're welcome. It's my pleasure. By the way, the gentleman who booked the breakfast also said that if you still felt uncomfortable, you could stay here to rest. He would arrange a sick leave for you at the hospital."

What did he mean?

Cassie stared at him. The gentleman who booked the breakfast? Who was he? Who was the mysterious gentleman that did all of these for her?

"Well, is the gentleman still at the hotel?" Cassie asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry, no. As a matter of fact, he didn't leave any contact information. He called us by telephone. You don't know who he is?" the waiter asked in surprise.

Cassie shook her head. Who could he be?

"I'm sorry I can't help you with that. Ma'am, please enjoy your meal. If you have any questions, feel free to call us," the waiter smiled politely.

"All right. Thank you sir," Cassie nodded and then closed the door behind her.

She placed the tray on the table and looked at it. The contents surprised her. It was chicken noodles and corn juice. It was her favorite breakfast. It seemed that the person who booked her breakfast knew her well.

Someone popped up in Cassie's mind. Could it be Nick?

She remembered when she was dating with Nick, she would prepare chicken noodles for him every morning. Nick said that it was the most delicious breakfast he'd ever had.

Cassie felt sad as she thought of the past. In fact, she almost felt like crying.

She breathed a sigh and told herself that it was all in the past and she should move on.

But who was the person in the first place? Could it be Nick who booked the breakfast for her?

Cassie decided to replace out for herself. She felt herself get all energized when she entertained the idea of Nick still thinking and caring about her.

After she fixed herself a bit, she sat down and ate her breakfast. She enjoyed it tremendously because she was in a good mood.

Once she finished her breakfast, she went downstairs to check out in the reception. "Morning. I want to check out," she said.

"Ma'am. May I have your room number?" the staff asked.

"1309," Cassie answered.

The staff checked her computer and then turned to Cassie to smile. "Ma'am, you can check leave any time. The bill's already been taken care of yesterday."

"The bill's been taken care of?" Cassie murmured in disbelief. Then someone occurred to her all of a sudden. It must be Jordan who had paid the bill, because he sent her to the hotel yesterday.

Cassie didn't know what to feel about him.

He sent her to the hotel yesterday, and he even paid the bill for her. Why was he treating her so well?

She suddenly thought of her breakfast. She couldn't help but suspect Jordan to be the one who booked it for her.

But how did he know what she liked? Cassie couldn't figure it out. She shook her head in frustration.

Confused, Cassie left the hotel and headed for the hospital.

In the commercial street

It was a busy and noisy street where men and women clad in the trendiest pieces bustled day in and day out.

At the end of the street, there was a new underwear shop. It was decorated to attract young female clients-it had pink walls and romantic lights.

It was Leila's store. Her decision was to work in the underwear business. After several days of research, she chose this spot for its geographical advantage. The commercial street was downtown, and lots of people would go there to shop. A large flow of people meant a booming business.

However, the only booth vacant in this commercial street was the last one at the end of the street. The other better spots were taken already. Though it wasn't what Leila preferred, she still decided to take a chance.

She was relieved to replace that her business was still going well. When she opened the store, lots of people would come in to shop. It was enough to make ends meet for Leila.

The job was easy and light. Most of the time, she just stayed at the door except when she needed to stock up. She also enjoyed getting to talk to her clients.

Leila felt that her business was off to a good start. She could almost taste her mansion and her wealth again. She felt hopeful.

The sun was scorching hot as it was the middle of the day. People preferred to stay inside at this time of the day so the usual noisy street was quiet. Leila herself felt a bit sleepy as she sat inside her store. All of a sudden, the door opened, and someone came in. Leila looked up immediately.

The person who had just come in looked pretty strange. She was wearing a dark dress that covered most of her skin. She wore a pair of dark sunglasses that covered almost half her face, and she was wearing a mask too. Leila couldn't see her face at all. She was covered from head to toe.

It was an odd choice of clothing especially that it was so hot outside.

Even though Leila felt weird, she still stood up and greeted her, "Welcome, ma'am. Can I help you? We have a lot of underwear for you to choose from."

The lady didn't answer, but nodded slightly. Then she walked around the store, touching products every now and then. Leila didn't know what to feel towards her.

Maybe she was just here to window shop. Leila figured she wasn't planning on buying anything especially with the way she was dressed. Leila decided to sit down and get back to her phone. She also suspected the woman of being a thief but she had CCTVs installed in her store so she was safe.

Not long after, the woman returned to Leila and said, "Ma'am..."

The sudden sound startled Leila.

She put down her phone and asked, "Can I help you?"

"I'm buying these," the woman said in a muffled voice. She had put a pile of underwear on the sofa. She didn't even try anything before deciding to buy them all.

Leila was fairly surprised. When she saw the pile, there were at least a dozen in there. It was a considerable sale.

When Leila finally came back to her senses, she felt elated. This was the luckiest day ever! This client was rich. The worth of what she was buying was almost equivalent to half a month's sales.