Chapter 50 Guadalupe, You Had Such Beautiful Thoughts
Guadalupe’s checks turned red.
She hesitated and stammered, “Oh, I thought it was asking me… asking me to clean, but I am currently unable to move, that’s why I said I can’t do
it.”
Ezequiel remained silent.
With both arms crossed, the person sat leaning against the edge of the desk, wearing a knowing expression but not in a hurry to immediately expose her profound demeanor.
After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter and mockingly said in a sarcastic tone, “Guadalupe, you sure have some beautiful thoughts.”
Guadalupe felt her face suddenly flush, as if it had caught fire.
Did he mean that she had a crush on him and fantasized about him?
With a face that was about to bleed, he was completely at a loss for how to respond.
She lowered her head extremely unnaturally, opened the folder in front of her, and hastily changed the subject, “What do I need to do? I will do it immediately.”
Ezequiel didn’t quite grasp the matter and let it go.
He used to sit on the chair opposite her and gave some work instructions.
Afterwards, I also continued working.
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The study room became quiet for a moment, with only the sound of papers being flipped.
For a whole hour, Guadalupe did not lift her head, completely focused and absorbed, reaching a state of complete forgetfulness….
Ezequiel occasionally glanced at her, with a slight smile on his lips.
Miguel, who was busy in the kitchen, took a break and came out. He couldn’t see anyone anywhere and wondered why the young master hadn’t returned after going to pick someone up.
He had no idea that the young master would take him to work.
No one would exploit disabled employees.
He didn’t make a phone call until the meal was ready and served on the table.
Five minutes later.
Ezequiel pushed Guadalupe out of the study, and she appeared. completely wilted and dazed, with a timidness that made her want to run but not dare to..
They arrived at the restaurant.
Miguel happily pulled the chair apart.
Ezequiel pushed the person away and bent down to lift her onto the chair, then hesitantly turned his head to ask her, “If I carry you, you won’t think too much, right?”
The serious tone was clearly tinged with sarcasm.
Guadalupe felt like dying.
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Miguel couldn’t figure out this riddle and only felt that the young master had gone too far in being a gentleman.
“Hehe, I sat in a wheelchair and that was enough,” Guadalupe laughed as if she had just bitten into a piece of ginger.
“It seems like I was overthinking again,” Ezequiel said as he sat up straight.
She didn’t!!
Guadalupe roared in her mind.
Dinner was particularly sumptuous.
Miguel’s skills were better than those of professional chefs.
She turned her sorrow and anger into an appetite, drinking soup and eating vegetables, one bite after another, as if a whirlwind sweeping away the remnants of clouds, and putting down her chopsticks as if possessed by a god… Ezequiel found that she had taken all the meat he wanted to pick.
Miguel felt great satisfaction in his heart as he watched her enjoy the delicious food.
The happiest moment for every cook is to see their carefully cooked food being completely eaten, but their young master never experienced this
state.
“Is it so delicious? Come, have another piece, I’ll give you all.”
Ezequiel handed her the last piece of meat.
Guadalupe finally stopped and looked up into his smiling eyes.
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Well, she seemed too reckless…
She slowed down her eating speed timidly.
Miguel served her another bowl of chicken soup, and Guadalupe, while saying thank you, generously praised, “Miguel, were you a chef before? The food you make is so delicious.”
Miguel couldn’t stop smiling when he was praised.
Guadalupe asked again about the recipe for the dish.
The two of them had a very good conversation. In the end, Miguel said, “You should enjoy the food I cook, come every day from now on.”
“Sure.” Guadalupe responded, but then realized it was not right and quickly corrected, “Well… you can’t come every day, that would be too
much trouble.”
She finished speaking, and a faint voice drifted through the air, saying, “No need to be sorry.”
Guadalupe looked at Ezequiel.
As soon as Miguel heard the young master say this, he immediately agreed, “That’s settled then, from now on I will make two more dishes.”
Guadalupe was dumbfounded: ”
No, she was just casually chatting, how did it turn into her coming to freeload every day?
And Ezequiel’s sentence doesn’t mean to be rude, really, it’s not criticizing her for eating too much just now, right?
Had dinner.
Cuddapo wanted to go back quickly, but she thought all the
umbed work in the study. She discussed with him. “Su call lake the werk home to do at?”
Ezequiel “No need ”
He didn’t need her to do it anymore, but what Guadalupe cold he w her cars was. “You can’t go home until you finish the job
“Okav
Guadalupe wheeled herself to the study
Ezequiel was taken aback and couldn’t help but burst into laughter
He didn’t stop her either
Guadalupe finished all the work that he had just assigned to her has stads, and it was already ten o’clock at night
After having a very filling dinner, she constanth restrained herself! feeling duras. When she finished her work, she was so tired that she couldn’t even keep her eyelids open
Im going back first, President”
She was maneuvering the wheelchair to go outside, yawning repeated) In the midst of a yawn, the wheelcher veered slighth and collided with the coffee table, knocking her knee and aggravating her wound driving away her drowsiness
Ezequiel quickly got up and saw her little face twisted in pam. “Did n hurt the wound?“
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He crouched down and, without hesitation, lifted up her skirt to check her wound in case it had reopened and required calling a dram
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Guadalupe paused for a moment and said, “It was a bit stretched, but it shouldn’t have cracked.”
Ezequiel checked and confirmed that there was no bleeding. As he continued to look, his eyes involuntarily moved away from her wound. and landed on those slender, snow–white, and delicately plump legs. A fragrant scent invaded his nostrils.
The Adam’s apple rolled.
The palm suddenly itched a little.
He decisively and quickly pulled up her skirt, saying in a calm voice, “I’ll take you back.”
Guadalupe wanted to say no need, but the person had already been pushed out.
The two of them remained silent throughout the journey.
Ezequiel took her home and left without wasting a second.
Guadalupe watched as the man’s footsteps created a breeze, feeling a bit puzzled, as if she couldn’t quite understand. It seemed as if she would hold onto him and not let him go if she had just one more second…
Just as she was thinking, her phone in her pocket rang.
Ezequiel was waiting for the elevator outside.
While she was looking at her phone, the elevator that was coming up from below also made a ding sound.
Two homeowners from different floors would meet, either by taking the same elevator when they returned, or if one homeowner who was going upstairs encountered another homeowner who lived on a higher floor and also needed to go upstairs.
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For example, at this moment.
The elevator door opened, and a visibly drunk and flushed Desmond stood inside, facing the expressionless Ezequiel outside the elevator.
Our eyes met.
Both of them were surprised.
Ezequiel’s face turned cold; how could he have the password to this level? Was it given by Guadalupe?
“You…!”
Desmond had drunk alcohol, his mind was sluggish, but when he saw the elevator stop at 13, he thought of Guadalupe living on the 13th floor, and he immediately became furious.
He stepped out of the elevator and immediately grabbed Ezequiel by the collar, “How did you end up with my wife? What are you doing here?”
The mere thought of Guadalupe sleeping with another man drove him into a furious rage like a mad blade.
Guadalupe heard a noise outside.
In a daze, she seemed to have heard Desmond’s voice… It couldn’t be.
She maneuvered the wheelchair and went out to take a look.
As soon as I went out, I saw Ezequiel pushing Desmond to the ground, full of disdain, waving his hand and noticing her figure. His eyes flickered with a cold gaze as he said, “You allowed him into your house, so why bother with all these tricks.”
