Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Watching Her Sleep
Mr. Cheney wanted to say—
With so many important documents on the table, the coffee should be placed on the side table over there. How can it be placed here?
It’s even placed in the most likely spot to be knocked over—the right-hand side.
When Mr. Prescott Jr. said "put it aside," he meant on the side table, not beside his hand.
Where did this clueless little assistant come from, can’t even handle such a simple task.
Just as Ashley Shaw looked over, Mr. Cheney’s reprimand was on the tip of his tongue, nearly ready to burst forth, when he suddenly saw Ashley Shaw’s face clearly.
The girl in front of him had bright eyes and white teeth, with eyes as clear as a lake, seemingly familiar.
In an instant, Mr. Cheney recalled the post that Assistant Lowell had shown him.
The girl in the post’s picture was exactly the one in front of him.
In a flash, the vague thoughts in Mr. Cheney’s mind connected into a clear line.
To reach the position he’s in now, one must be as cunning as a fox.
With just one glance, Mr. Cheney swallowed all his reprimands and smiled, nodding to Ashley Shaw in greeting.
Ashley Shaw had no idea that in that second, Mr. Cheney’s mind had twisted in 108 different ways. Seeing him smiling and nodding, she also curved her lips in greeting.
"Hello, I’m Ashley Shaw."
"Hello, hello, you can just call me Mr. Cheney."
Mr. Cheney said as he reflexively extended his hand towards Ashley Shaw.
Just as their hands were about to touch, Warren Prescott’s stern voice rang out—
"Did I ask you to come here to make friends?"
Uncertain who the words were directed at, both of them retracted their hands at the same time.
Warren Prescott’s tone grew colder.
"You, go sit over there!"
The words made it clear who he was addressing.
Ashley Shaw moved over to the side table and gently sat down.
It turned out just like the long-haired girl said, he doesn’t like to be disturbed while working.
He’s quite different now from how he used to be.
If she had known, she would have loitered in the break room a bit longer before coming over.
Now, isn’t this just asking for a scolding?
Ashley Shaw sighed in her heart with regret, her eyes landing on the assorted fruits and pastries on the side table.
Among them was a small brightly colored cake, topped with a mini pink doughnut.
Warren Prescott likes these kinds of treats?
Her understanding of Warren Prescott from their school days is really limited—she never got the chance to know him in the past life either.
They had more contact after their marriage.
So finding out that Warren Prescott actually likes these girlish sweets was quite surprising to her.
But she quickly regained her calm, sitting there honestly like a schoolgirl, trying hard to lower her presence.
Meanwhile, on Mr. Cheney’s side, his attention drifted to the coffee cup by Warren Prescott’s hand.
Mr. Prescott Jr. actually didn’t ask her to take the coffee away, and didn’t even scold her?
Seems like the decision to swallow back his words earlier was the right one.
Warren Prescott took a sip of the coffee, his brow furrowing slightly, and glanced towards Ashley Shaw’s direction.
She actually knew his taste?
His mood inexplicably softened, and looking at Mr. Cheney, he seemed slightly more agreeable.
"You may continue."
Mr. Cheney quickly snapped back to attention, continuing his report.
"Besides the variety shows section, the gaming section..."
Ashley Shaw on the other side was struggling to stay awake, her head growing heavier, nodding off uncontrollably.
Warren Prescott was listening to Mr. Cheney’s reporting about the plans for the latter half of the month. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ashley Shaw nodding off like a little chick pecking at grains, a smile involuntarily forming at the corners of his lips.
"So, the technology section..."
Mr. Cheney was solemnly talking about the development of the new section, when he suddenly noticed Warren Prescott’s slight smile.
He paused, puzzled about what Warren Prescott was smiling at, when suddenly there was a knock on the office door.
"Mr. Prescott Jr. ..."
It was Assistant Lowell’s voice.
Startled awake, Ashley Shaw instinctively bounced up from the sofa.
"What happened to Mr. Prescott Jr.?"
Raising her eyes, both people in the office, including Assistant Lowell who had just entered, turned to look at her.
Assistant Lowell was surprised to see Ashley Shaw there;
While Mr. Cheney was startled by Ashley Shaw’s sudden movement.
As for Warren Prescott, his face had turned stern, the just-curved corners of his lips no longer visible.
But the right hand placed on his leg was curling up, slowly clenching into a fist, as if he was holding back something.
"Ashley Shaw, if you need to sleep, go inside. Don’t give people a fright by jumping up here."
Ashley Shaw’s face turned scarlet.
In school, she has dozed off and been called out by teachers before, but she never bounced up from the sofa like today.
"Sorry..."
She awkwardly lowered her head, feeling so embarrassed she could dig herself a hole with just her toes.
Though Assistant Lowell didn’t know the details, he reacted faster than he thought.
Warren Prescott’s seemingly angry tone actually didn’t have the slightest hint of real anger.
Having shadowed Warren Prescott day and night for a month, Assistant Lowell quickly understood what Warren Prescott meant.
He gestured to the small door at the side, saying, "Miss Shaw, there’s a break room over here with a bed. You can rest there if you like."
Having said that, he glanced towards Warren Prescott intentionally or otherwise.
Sure enough, Warren Prescott didn’t show any sign of objection. He got it right.
But Ashley Shaw’s face grew even redder.
Everyone else was out here working, but she’d be sleeping inside?
And besides, even if she wanted to sleep now, she wouldn’t be able to.
"No need, I’m not sleepy anymore. Thank you..."
"But..."
Assistant Lowell wanted to persuade her, but Warren Prescott’s cold voice interjected: "If you’re not sleeping, don’t let what happened just now happen again."
Ashley Shaw nodded repeatedly: "It won’t happen again."
She was just short on sleep because she was in a rush this morning to deliver a scooter.
But it definitely won’t happen again.
She’s already mortified enough to dig through to the center of the earth, if it happens again, she really won’t have any face left.
Luckily she reacted quickly and pointed to Warren Prescott’s now-empty coffee cup.
"You’ve finished your coffee, let me pour you another cup."
Saying that, she stepped forward in a few strides, took the coffee cup from Warren Prescott’s side, and quickly walked out.
Once outside the door, Ashley Shaw let out a long sigh of relief and slowed her pace towards the break room.
In the office, Assistant Lowell explained why he was there.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., the ice cubes you asked me to find... there aren’t any in the break room."
Warren Prescott doesn’t drink iced Americanos, which is why there’s no ice maker in the break room.
Warren Prescott’s gaze was icy cold.
"Couldn’t you have gone to the convenience store downstairs to get some?"
Assistant Lowell straightened his back: "Yes!"
Saying that, he didn’t give Warren Prescott a chance to scold him, quickly turning to stride out.
As long as he ran fast enough, no one would have the chance to scold him.
...
In the break room.
Ashley Shaw washed the cup clean, stalling for quite a while, until the coffee was nearly cold but her face still burning.
But staying there wasn’t a good plan either, so she had to deliver the coffee back.
Maybe after delivering it, she should just head to the break room?
At least she wouldn’t have to make eye contact with Warren Prescott.
But what if everyone thought she was sleeping if she went into the break room?
Ugh, it was so annoying.
She shouldn’t have gotten out of the car in the first place.
Suffocating to death is still better than dying of embarrassment.
Besides, Warren Prescott couldn’t actually watch her suffocate in the car, could he?
Ashley Shaw irritably scratched her head.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind.
"Hey! You!"