The Scam Of My Ex, My CEO Waited For Me

Chapter 7

"I know. I'll speak to your father. Be kind to Nate over there, and visit more often when you have the time."

"By the way, Mom, the reason I called was actually to ask how you make your soup so delicious."

After talking about Chloe for so long, Stassie had almost forgotten why she had called.

"Making soup?"

Mrs. Sorensen figured that her daughter, who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, was suddenly wanting to make soup only for Nate.

"I'll send you the detailed steps. Just follow them, and call me again if you really get stuck."

After hanging up, Stassie received the detailed recipe. Learning from the morning's mishap, she decided to try it out herself before Nate returned. If it turned out well, she'd serve it to him; if not, she'd sneakily pour it down.

Unfortunately, Stassie not only failed but also ruined another pot. By the time the chef heard the commotion and rushed to the kitchen, it was too late.

"Ma'am, are you hungry again? If you are, just tell me. I'll make anything you'd like."

Embarrassed, Stassie explained what had happened. The chef simply began cleaning up the broken pots.

"Mr. Nate likes you not because of your cooking, or for any other reason. If you truly want to make something for him yourself, how about I teach you to make a simple bento?"

The staff of the villa were thrilled that Stassie had successfully gotten engaged to Nate and moved in, but what thrilled them even more was her change in attitude.

Seeing their relationship flourish, they wanted to do what they could to give it a nudge.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you."

The chef was overjoyed. Stassie had a great personality and carried no hint of haughtiness.

It was rare for Nate to leave work on time. Normally, he was a workaholic, using work to numb himself before she returned to his life.

Nate's on-time departure once again left everyone at the company gaping in astonishment, causing office rumors to spiral even further out of control.

Gossip ranged from him rushing home to dine with his fiancée to rumors that they were already on the verge of having a child, though neither Nate nor Stassie had any idea.

Nate hurried home. Although Stassie had said she'd wait for him to eat, it had been a whole day since he'd seen her, and he couldn't help letting his imagination run wild.

The moment he walked through the door, he went straight to look for Stassie. But after searching the bedroom and kitchen with no sign of her, his mood instantly darkened.

Just as he thought! Her saying she'd wait for him was just a lie!

"Where's Stassie?"

Nate's expression was frighteningly intense. He went downstairs, and the moment he saw the chef, he grabbed her arm, as if he thought gripping her would somehow summon Stassie back.

"Madam, she..."

"You're back!"

The chef was startled too, but before she could answer, Stassie walked in.

Stassie saw Nate's dark expression as he gripped the chef's arm, the older woman's face drained of color. Without a second thought, she rushed forward and placed herself between them.

Before Nate could speak, Stassie wrapped her arms around him in a big hug, nuzzling into his chest.

Stassie's actions completely melted away the questions Nate had wanted to ask. He wrapped his arms around her, as if he were holding the entire world.

Sensing Nate's fear, Stassie held him close and comforted him.

"It's okay. I just went out to trim some flowers. I didn't go anywhere else."

Stassie knew that his current state was entirely due to her, so she could always pick up on his unease immediately.

"Leave this kind of work to the butler and the staff. You don't need to do it yourself."

Nate knew perfectly well that the staff would never dare be disrespectful to Stassie, yet he had still taken his anger out on them.

"It's nothing. Want to come see the flowers I trimmed? They're just as beautiful as what the staff would do."

As she invited him, Stassie couldn't resist giving him a playful wink, which made him break into a smile.

"Since Madam has invited me, how could I possibly refuse?"

Although he didn't know why Stassie had changed so suddenly, he would gladly cherish it, even if it were just an act.

Stassie led Nate to the back garden to show him the results of her work, but not before shooting a subtle glance at the chef to signal her to have dinner prepared.

"See? I did a pretty good job trimming them, didn't I?"

Stassie had never been lacking in aesthetic sense, and the flowers had taken on a different kind of beauty under her care.

"They're trimmed perfectly."

Nate had never praised a girl before, so he just played along with her comment, unsure whether Stassie would be pleased.

Stassie didn't mind, though. She then pulled Nate upstairs, and once they were up there, she had him look down.

"Look from up here."

From below, the trimmed flowers had simply looked layered, but from this higher vantage point, the secret revealed itself: she had actually shaped the foliage to spell out Nate's name.

Nate was deeply moved. He wasn't good with words, but he let his actions do the talking.

He pulled Stassie into a hug. Stassie smiled in Nate's arms - actually, Nate was a total softie.

"Stassie, I don't know what to say. Thank you."

The two of them held each other like that. Stassie once again thought of the person she had been in that nightmare.

Not until her dying breath did she understand how deeply Nate had loved her. He had been willing to give her his own organs just to keep her alive.

And what about her? She had hurt him so deeply, yet he had loved her anyway.

"From now on, as long as you don't push me away, I won't leave. This time, I will never let you go."