Chapter 121 The Power of Love

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Finally, Clara Bennett did not forget to add a line: [Thank you for the coffee you sent. I’m very happy.] Her voice was both bright and captivating, constantly tugging at William Foster’s heart, making it hard for him to forget. William Foster originally did not want to disturb Clara Bennett, but now, he could no longer control his inner impulse. He eagerly wanted to see her, even if it meant temporarily interrupting her peace. William Foster stood up, slowly walked towards the door, and gently opened it. Just at that moment, Zam was slowly climbing up to the second floor from downstairs, and the two met face to face. Seeing this, Zam responded, "Mr. William Foster, I just received a message saying that your three uncles will arrive in the city this afternoon and are expected to meet with you soon." Upon hearing this unexpected news, William Foster, who originally planned to contact Zam for arrangements, directly gave him instructions instead. "Please prepare the vehicle for me and arrange for the seniors to settle temporarily at the villa. I have more important matters to deal with at the moment and cannot be in two places at once." "How should we handle dinner?" Concerned about household matters due to his master’s urgent tasks, the loyal old servant could not help but inquire. "You can make specific arrangements for dinner based on the actual situation, oh, by the way, Zam, could you pick out a nice bouquet of white roses for me? Also, prepare some new clothes, remember to tailor about a hundred cheongsams to the Young Madam’s measurements." Despite being busy with work, it was clear that Mr. William Foster had not neglected the details of those around him. Upon hearing these words, Zam couldn’t help but feel a hint of surprise and voiced his opinion with slight skepticism, "Isn’t this extensive ordering demand somewhat exaggerated?" Facing the question, William Foster remained composed and replied calmly, "This is not an act of wasting resources, but a decision made based on practical considerations." However, this explanation did not dispel all the confusion; instead, it led to more questions in Zam’s heart: How could such a rapid consumption of a garment like the cheongsam be possible? Helpless, Zam returned to his work without delving further into the reasons behind it. Half an hour later, William Foster, now dressed in a crisp suit and holding a bouquet of pure white flowers, stepped out of the room. When a call came through inquiring about the delay, Zam explained in a gentle yet solemn tone, "Perhaps it’s the power of love that has temporarily made the young man set aside other responsibilities." After hearing such a playful response, the other party fell into a brief silence. Then, silently reciting this sentence several times in his heart, he couldn’t help but marvel at the changes brought on by the younger generation’s coming of age. On the other side, George Taylor, upon discovering that Miss Bennett had already left, immediately took the cup of coffee she had specially bought for him, with three parts sugar. Seeing the smiley face symbol on the surface of the cup, his mood instantly became infinitely better. The feeling of being cared for really is warm. That sense of care and understanding was like a ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds, illuminating the depths of his heart. Formerly, he was always wary of fervent fans, tightening his nerves at the sight of those with eyes sparkling with unusual light, fearing that their infatuation might bring him unnecessary trouble, even leading to some entanglements difficult to resolve. But now George Taylor suddenly realized that if everyone could care for him as gently and without excessive enthusiasm as Clara Bennett did, having fans actually became something that brought him immense joy. After tasting the warm and slightly bittersweet liquid in the cup, George Taylor slowly put the coffee back on the table, and then his gaze began to carefully search around for the girl who warmed his heart. Silently thinking to himself, "Since she cares so much about my well-being, I’ll host lunch today." This thought had barely lingered in his mind for a few seconds when an unexpected figure suddenly appeared, blocking his path. The unexpected figure was Nell Sue. Carrying a cup of what seemed to be rich black coffee in her hand, her cheeks carried a hint of bashfulness, as she timidly approached George Taylor and softly said, "Taylor, do you remember? I played the third female role in the play alongside you, Nell Sue. We are supposed to act as a fake couple in the story..." Her words conveyed a sense of expectation for recognition. Hearing such words, George Taylor just casually nodded to express his knowledge of the matter, showing no particularly enthusiastic response. "Yes, I remember." These simple two words contained all the information, and he showed no further interest in continuing the conversation with Nell Sue. However, it seemed that she did not intend to end the topic there, carefully handing the cup of black coffee to George Taylor. "In fact, I’ve long considered you an idol of sorts. Being able to work together on this occasion really makes me very happy and excited. This cup was specially prepared according to your taste preference, with three parts sugar, please do try it." Then she hesitated a bit before continuing, "I’m still relatively new in the acting world, hoping to learn more valuable experience by staying by your side in the future." As he listened to these words, George Taylor’s gaze became exceptionally profound. In fact, deep down he was not inclined to accept this gift or gesture of admiration. Compared to a direct approach with open words of worship, he preferred a more subtle expression like Clara Bennett’s, focusing more on the mutual respect in interpersonal distance. Seeing this, George Taylor waved his hand to politely decline, "Thank you for your kind intention, but you might not know, I already received the same flavor preference from someone else, it’s also from a very thoughtful young fan. So I’m truly sorry to have you go through the trouble." He then added a comment regarding work guidance to state his position, "For acting skills, I think the best option is to learn more from the director." Clearly, for Nell Sue, these words effectively extinguished all her fantasies about closing the gap between them, her expression turning somewhat awkward instantly. "Taylor, don’t misunderstand, I’m only doing this out of admiration... I’m not trying to bother you or have any inappropriate thoughts." She hurriedly explained, hoping to salvage the little effect her efforts had achieved. George Taylor picked up the conversation, "I really didn’t mean anything else, as long as you understand what I’m saying, that’s all." He paused, as if waiting for her response, but seeing no apparent reaction from her, he continued.

Chapter 121 The Power of Love

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