Chapter 2070 Chance Encounter
Mabel was offended that her ex asked her why she demanded a breakup. “Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a loser without a purpose in life. How can you deem yourself worthy of me? Stop daydreaming about a future with me and start looking for someone as pathetic as you to spend your miserable life with.”
She gave him one last disgusted look before stalking off. With that inconvenient loose end tied up, Mabel focused all of her energy on the more important matter of pursuing Rodney.
Their first close encounter was an opportunity Mabel had chanced upon from stalking him.
She found the opening she needed one evening when he was vomiting on the side of the road after having too much to drink with a client. After procuring a glass of warm water from a waiter of the hotel Rodney had emerged from, she ran over to him.
“Here, Mr. Simpson, have a rinse.”
Rodney was taken aback at the mention of his name as his gaze bounced between her and the glass of water in her hand.
“You know me?”
“Yes, Mr. Simpson. We met at Mr. Lopez’s house! I am a good friend of Mrs. Lopez. In fact, I’ve seen you there several times.”
Rodney appeared relieved that the stranger offering him help was somebody he knew and took the glass of water gratefully.
After rinsing out his mouth, he thanked her for her kindness.
The simple gesture on Rodney’s part caused Mabel’s heart to flutter wildly and sent fireworks exploding in her stomach.
“Not at all!” she trilled. “There’s no need to thank me. You must take care of your health, Mr. Simpson. It wouldn’t do to overwork yourself.”
Rodney gazed at the anxious woman before him and nodded. Turning around, he was about to walk back to the hotel but found Mabel blocking his path.
“Mr. Simpson, they’ll force you to drink again if you go back in there. You’d better not.”
“It’s rude to leave halfway through the meeting,” he insisted. “I intend on building a business relationship with them.”
“Your health is more important, Mr. Simpson. Let me tell them that you’re unwell and that you need a doctor. I’ll also apologize to them on your behalf.”
“You would do that?” Rodney asked, taken aback by the suggestion.
Mabel giggled demurely. “I know that I’m not worthy to speak for you. I’m just worried about your health, that’s all. I didn’t mean to imply that I’m qualified.”
At that point, another wave of nausea necessitated Rodney to dive toward the sidewalk again.
Mabel took another glass of water from the waiter. After Rodney was done rinsing his mouth for the second time, he rubbed his stomach weakly. “I guess that’s enough for me tonight. Please tell them everything you suggested earlier. You can tell them that you’re my assistant.”
“I’ll go at once,” Mabel cried, her pace quickening with excitement. “Wait here for me!”
After relaying the message, she returned to his side quickly.
“I’ve told them, Mr. Simpson.” She panted as she arrived beside him. “They said to get better soon.”
Rodney studied Mabel before lamenting, “My wife used to care for me just like that. After our child was born, she never looked at me the same way again.”
Mabel fought to conceal her glee. What an idiot Mrs. Simpson is.
Why would she let him go after all that effort spent on pursuing him? I wouldn’t do that. No matter what, Mr. Simpson’s feelings and happiness will be my number one priority all the time.
“Do you need to go to the hospital, Mr. Simpson?”
Rodney shook his head. “Just a good night’s rest at home is all I need. It’s getting late, so you should head home too.”
“Could you give me a ride, Mr. Simpson?” Mabel implored with a sudden burst of inspiration. “It wouldn’t be a huge detour for you as I live close by.”
Rodney gazed at her beseeching expression and thought of the two glasses of water. As it would indeed not take up a lot of his time, he nodded his assent.
“All right, then. Where do you live?”
“Star Residences.”
On her way home, Mabel savored for the first time the satisfaction of traveling in Rodney’s luxury car. Her desire flared as she gazed at the handsome business mogul beside her.
