Chapter 11 Can I Stay at Your Place Tonight?

Zoey went to an ice cream shop and rented a power bank to charge.

After turning on her phone, she discovered that Russell had sent her a message, which said that the butler was waiting for her at the same place.

She replied to Russell's message: "My phone ran out of battery, I just charged it and turned it on. I'll be there in a moment..."

Russell's call came in before she finished typing the words.

She picked up and heard the slightly anxious voice of a man, "Where are you?"

"Oh, my phone ran out of battery. I found a power bank to charge it at the milk tea shop and just saw your message. I was about to reply to you."

"Send me your location, I will come to pick you up."

Zoey was surprised, "You came back?"

"Um, send me the location."

"Oh, okay."

Zoey did not hang up the phone and sent him a location.

"How did you come back?"

Russell fell silent for a moment and said, "The project issues were resolved, but I didn't sleep well at the hotel."

Troy: "..." Just won't admit it, would you?!

Zoey sighed, "I thought you missed me."

Russell did not respond.

Zoey smiled and asked, "Did you miss me even just a little bit?"

The man seemed to hmm, his voice was very soft.

Zoey's lips curved up, "Russell."

"Hmm?"

The man's sexy tone rose, and Zoey felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

In the past, Zoey never flirted with Russell, and all she saw was his serious and rigid side.

In this life, she wanted to see what kind of volcanic lava flows  beneath the surface of this iceberg.

Her laughter was sweet, "Russell, I missed you."

These few words were as sweet as rolling in a sugar jar. The man's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, his voice hoarse, and he made a soft "hmm" sound.

Zoey looked up at the projector above the power source and asked, "What would you like to drink? Milk tea or fruit tea?"

"I wasn't thirsty, you can choose whatever you like to drink."

"Well, then."

Russell listened as Zoey on the other end of the phone ordered a cup of bubble tea. He slightly raised his lips.

Over the years, her preferences have never changed.

Zoey sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking milk tea and talking on the phone with Russell.

She asked Russell about his preferences and took note of each one. She wanted to be a good wife in her lifetime.

"Come out, I have arrived."

Zoey took the last sip of her milk tea and ran out of the cold drink shop.

Troy had already opened the car's back door.

Zoey smiled and said thank you, then she got into the back seat of the car.

"Russell!" She held onto the man's arm, smiling brightly.

All the fatigue on Russell's body disappeared, and he smiled and asked, "So the voice behind Ariana is you?"

Zoey nodded.

"Why were you willing to be her voice substitute?"

Zoey leaned lightly on his shoulder, "In the Harmon family, besides grandpa, only Ariana treated me well. I longed for family affection so much that I would fulfill her requests. It was only later that I realized Ariana was only being nice to me because she wanted to gain some benefits from me."

In her mind, the image of her previous life before death flashed again. Zoey instinctively held onto the man's arm and said, "Fortunately, everything is still in time. I won't be foolish anymore." Everything is still in time, and you are still here.

Russell gently looked at the girl's hair, "The Maddox Group has an entertainment company, and you like singing, I will provide you with a stage."

Zoey shook her head, "In the future, I will only sing for Mr. Maddox. I only need you as my audience."

She looked up at him, her eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape, "How about  that?"

Russell fixed his gaze on her painted pupils and said, "Okay."

Zoey's eyes curved with a smile, "Did you have dinner tonight?"

Russell hadn't even had a chance to speak when Troy, sitting in the driver's seat, said, "Mr. Russell ate very little for dinner. He had originally planned to have a late-night snack after the meeting, but when he heard from the butler that he hadn't received any messages from you, he immediately ended the meeting and rushed back."

Russell glanced ahead and said, "Mind your own business."

Troy smiled and said, "Mr. Russell, you care about Mrs. Maddox, you must let her know."

Zoey's eyes lit up, "So you weren't uncomfortable sleeping at the hotel, but you were worried about me, right? Honey, you're so good to me."

Russell cleared his throat and said, "This is what a husband should do for his wife."

"Honey, would you like to try some milk tea?"

"I was not thirsty."

"No, you were thirsty."

Zoey wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed his lips.

Her lips still retained the taste of milk tea, and Russell felt that it was the most addictive flavor in the world.

He had tried milk tea before, and it didn't taste as good as it does now.

Troy felt like he was getting a face-full of PDA.

Back at Serene Manor, Zoey helped Russell up the stairs. "Why don't you go take a shower first, and I'll make a late-night snack for you. How about vegetable pasta?"

"Sure."

Watching the girl run out of the room, Russell unconsciously curled his lips and then got up and went into the bathroom.

He quickly took a shower and came out, after all, Zoey could come in at any time.

Sure enough, shortly after he came out, Zoey turned back.

"The pasta are ready, let me push you to the dining room."

"Okay."

Zoey pushed Russell into the dining room and they sat at the table, facing each other, with a bowl of vegetable pasta in front of them.

The green vegetables were lush, and there was even a fried egg resting in the soup, making it look appetizing.

This was the first time Zoey had cooked for Russell. She pursed her lips and watched as the man picked up the food with his tableware.

She bit her lip lightly, feeling a bit nervous, unsure if the food she had prepared would meet Russell's taste.

"How about it? Is it okay?"

Russell ate his meals very elegantly, which was inherent in his nature.

He murmured, "It's delicious. When did you learn to cook?"

Zoey's lips curled up. "For eight years abroad. I rented a house near the school and often cooked for myself. If you like the food I cook, I can make it for you whenever I have time, okay?"

"Don't bother, there were many servants at home."

Zoey's eyes were filled with anticipation, "But none of them were made by me for you!"

"It's good that you didn't mind the trouble."

Zoey nodded solemnly, "No trouble."

After the two of them finished their meal, Joanna brought a bowl of dark and thick herbal soup in front of Russell.

"Mr. Russell, your herbal soup is ready."

Zoey remembered last night when she took Russell's pulse, and she found that there was a clash between hot and cold energy flows in his body, which would cause long-term damage to his health.

Watching the man pick up the medicine bowl, Zoey intervened, "Wait."

Russell looked at her in confusion.

Zoey took the medicine bowl and sniffed it. Inside were all hot medicinal herbs, used to dispel cold. But how did the cold energy flow form in his body?

It could only be in the medications that were taken regularly or were consumed in the diet.

To find out who did this,  she'd have to keep quiet at the moment.

Zoey frowned and asked, "It looks so bitter, can you drink it?"

"Fortunately, I have already gotten used to it," Russell took it and drank.

Zoey glanced at Joanna and didn't notice any unusual expression, so she pushed Russell back to the bedroom.

"You should go back and rest early."

Zoey pursed her lips and said, "Can I stay in your room tonight?"