NABC Chapter 309 To her, what stood important … was Aiden.
Chapter 309 To her, what stood important … was Aiden.
Back at Winslow Estate,
Arwen was still having her lunch when suddenly Neil returned with the lunchbox. She eyed him but before she could ask him anything, Mr. Jones walked to him.
"Did Young Master complete it?" he asked. Although his voice was rather soft, given that the dining room was quite close to the living space, Arwen could hear him well.
Neil shook his head. "He didn't," he said and then with worry written over his face, he handed back the exquisite lunch box to the butler.
"He shouldn't be missing his meals like this," Mr. Jone said, "Skipping it like this will only make his old problems resurface."@@@@
"Old problems?" Arwen asked from behind. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion and slight concern. "What old problems are you talking about, Mr. Jones."
The old butler turned to look back at Arwen. Lines of worry seemed very clear on his forehead. He gestured for Neil to return first, who in turn nodded before giving a polite bow to the lady to leave.
Once he was gone, Arwen asked again, "Tell me Mr. Jones, what old problems you were talking about?"
Mr. Jones walked to her and slowly spoke, "Madam, sir had long suffered from stomach problems. He has always been very dedicated to his work, to the point that he often forgets to eat and drink. And this habit of his had once cost him almost his life. Luckily, he survived that misfortune, but since then he has had a weak stomach."
"Weak stomach?" Arwen was surprised. How can that be possible? He went with her to have street foods often after that first time and he never complained.
"Did he always have that?" she asked again.
Arwen stopped in her steps. She slightly turned to look back over her shoulder at the old butler before letting her lips curl in a soft, elegant smile. "Of course, I am going to prepare a wholesome healthy meal for my husband. How can I let him starve, when he is working to provide me with the best."
When she said that, she sounded like the young lovestruck girl who has newly fallen in love and was in the mode of pampering her boyfriend with all she had. It was kind of kiddish, but at that time, Arwen didn't mind it at all.
To her, what stood important was nothing and no one else, but Aiden —her husband, her man.
When Mr. Jones heard her, it took him a while to grasp the idea. But soon he did. Nodding, he quickly said, "I will ask Abraham to come right away."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Arwen saw him walking away in a haste and she leisurely walked towards the kitchen. Getting there, she let her eyes wander around. She has come here a few times and the place was no longer foreign to her. She knew where what was kept.
But given that she didn't have much of the time, she wanted a helping hand. A hand that was proficient enough to help her do everything quickly so that she could run the company and let Aiden have the meal, without skipping it for another time.
As she was preparing something, she saw Alexander walking in with Mr. Jones.
"Madam," he greeted.
Smiling at him, Arwen nodded. "I hope I am not giving you much trouble, Mr. Abraham. I wanted your help here today if you don't mind."
Abraham shook his head, "Not at all, Madam. Please tell me how can I help you."