CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: AT MY AGE, I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M CRAVING A MAN

The medicine’s effect is fierce; even a tiger can’t withstand it.

Later, she will act coy and ask her brother to take her home.

She figures the ’business’ can be accomplished in the car.

For this reason, she specifically chose a thin silk dress, easy for him to tear. Before coming, she cleaned herself thoroughly and brushed her teeth several times.

"Brother, sit down and have a bowl of soup, the last dish will be ready soon." Vivian said, then shyly ran into the kitchen.

"Okay." Nathaniel took off his suit jacket and sat down quietly.

Vivian served him a full bowl of chicken soup.

What a shame.

Right now, he has no appetite, and coupled with the fact that he’s going through a divorce with Josephine Thompson, he has even less desire to eat.

Looking at the large bowl of chicken soup, he simply couldn’t drink it.

But if he doesn’t drink a sip, it would disappoint her.

He exhaled a breath of irritation, and glanced up to see Vivian’s bowl had only half the chicken soup.

Just then, he instinctively swapped his bowl with hers. Anyway, neither bowl had been drunk, so switching wasn’t a big deal.

After swapping, he picked up the spoon and took a sip.

The chicken soup was clear and rich, with a pretty good taste.

But he always had picky taste; even dishes carefully prepared by five-star chefs would get scrutinized by him.

Something made by others was even less likely to meet his standard.

Mrs. Gallagher and Henry Gallagher also took their seats, "What’s going on with Josephine lately? It’s been a long time, and she hasn’t come to the old house for meals."

"I could ignore that she doesn’t visit me, but not even seeing the kid is really outrageous!"

Henry pouted and complained, "Mom doesn’t care about me at all. She always says she’ll take me to the amusement park, but never keeps her promises."

"Auntie Vivian is much better; every Sunday, she takes me to the amusement park and plays with me. Dad, why don’t you marry Auntie Vivian and let her be my mom?"

Nathaniel’s chest tightened, and he glared sternly at his son, "Stop it; if you say such things again, dad will spank you."

"Oh~" Henry pouted unhappily but dared not speak further.

He’s not afraid of Mommy, but he’s really scared of Dad.

When Dad glares, he’s particularly fierce.

Vivian came out of the kitchen holding a dish cautiously placing it on the table, "The last dish, sizzling mixed mushrooms, be careful it’s hot."

Mrs. Gallagher smiled warmly at her, "Vivian, you’re so capable. Have a seat; you’ve been busy all afternoon. You must be exhausted."

"Godmother, it’s nothing! I’m just afraid you and brother will find my cooking skills lacking." Vivian said as she sat down.

She sneaked a glance at Nathaniel.

He was drinking soup with a spoon.

Vivian felt a wave of nervousness and her face flushed. Thinking about what might happen later made her increasingly restless, her mind filled with fantasies.

If brother... if he really wanted her!

What would his reaction be?

Would he blame her?

Absolutely not, brother treats her so well, loves her so much; he must like her too. As long as she cries a little, brother will definitely soften his heart!

If she makes a fuss pretending to be desperate, brother will surely give her an explanation. Even if things don’t turn out as planned, she would be willing to become brother’s mistress. Not for status, just to be with him.

Given how much brother pampers her, she would eventually squeeze out Josephine Thompson and rise to her position.

Mrs. Gallagher picked up chopsticks ready to eat, "Let’s eat; we’re all family, no need to stand on ceremony!"

"Okay, okay."

Vivian put on a smiling face, picked up her spoon, ready to drink soup.

"Oh~, why is there so much in this bowl? I remember only serving myself half."

She felt somewhat curious, then looked at the soup in front of Mrs. Gallagher, which wasn’t very full either.

Perhaps she had switched them inadvertently.

"Godmother, I think I accidentally switched bowls. I can’t finish such a big bowl."

Mrs. Gallagher replied, "It’s a pity mine only has two sips left; why don’t you pour a little more for me?"

"Okay."

Vivian said, picking up the spoon again, taking one ladle of soup from her bowl and adding it to Mrs. Gallagher’s.

After all, the medicinal ingredients in this pot of chicken soup are very costly. Just the premium caterpillar fungus and wild ginseng alone cost tens of thousands. To ensure the health benefits, not much water is added. Divided into portions, each person can barely have a bowl!

"Godmother, have more; this soup is particularly nourishing."

Mrs. Gallagher cheerfully drank a few bites, complimenting, "Mm, the taste is indeed good, much better than the soup made by the home chef."

Vivian heard this and smiled sweetly, "What do you think, brother?"

"It’s good." Nathaniel absent-mindedly responded.

Vivian continued sipping the soup, stealing glances at him.

Brother is so handsome!

No matter from which angle, she never tires of looking.

And brother isn’t just handsome, the main factor is the regal aura accumulated over the years of experiences. Ordinary men can’t mimic the presence of commanding control that allows him to sway outcomes effortlessly.

She worships him yet is infatuated, thinking about him day and night.

"Brother, have some dishes! Try my cooking!"

"Okay." Nathaniel casually added a piece of vegetable, eating it distractedly.

Tasteless!

His heart feels weighed down by a stone, only wanting to know Josephine Thompson’s whereabouts. He has zero focus on external matters.

"Brother, sister-in-law will definitely be fine, you don’t need to worry!"

Nathaniel’s brows furrowed, agitatedly laying down the chopsticks, "... I’m full, you all take your time eating!"

Saying this, he stood up, prepared to leave.

Vivian, seeing him, felt completely anxious, "Hey, brother, where are you going?"

"I remembered I have some urgent matters to handle, need to head to the company quickly."

He said as he reached for his suit jacket and car keys, striding towards the exit.

As he reached the dining room door, he turned again, looking at Mrs. Gallagher, "Oh, right, mom, you and Henny, delay the trip to Arctica for now, put it off a bit."

Mrs. Gallagher paused her chopstick movement, confusedly looking at her son.

"Nathaniel, what are you up to? A few days ago, you urged me to take Henny to Arctica, now everything is arranged, you are telling us to delay?"

Nathaniel was too lazy to explain, finalizing, "Yes, we’ll discuss it later!"

Finishing his words, he walked off!

He mixed in the streets at fifteen or sixteen, became the head at twenty.

All major and minor company matters were decided by him, and even his parents took his lead. In fact, he was indeed more capable than his father.

Decisive and ruthless, clever and cunning.

Whatever he wanted to do never failed.

Seeing him leave, Vivian was utterly dumbfounded, hurriedly got up to chase him, "Brother... brother, wait for me. I’ll come with you, give me a lift!"

When she chased to the door.

"Vroom!"

Nathaniel already drove the car, out through the villa gates.

"Brother, brother, wait!"

Nathaniel didn’t hear her, or perhaps heard but ignored her, driving away directly.

Vivian’s body stiffened, angrily stomping hard, "Damn, what should I do now?"

"If brother’s medicine takes effect, who knows which lucky woman will it benefit. It’s really a pity, to fail like this..."

She disappointedly bit her lower lip, pulling out her phone to call him.

Thinking about it, she restrained.

Over the years, she didn’t lack attempts to offer herself.

But each time brother told her she’s acting childish, ignoring her entirely. And when she became too aggressive, brother would purposefully distance from her for a considerable time.

So she didn’t dare be too explicit.

Vivian, full of disappointment, grouchily prepared to head back inside.

Took just a few steps.

Suddenly, she felt her heels go soft, heart like burning a fire, "Ah~, strange, why do I feel so hot?"

The longer she walked, the softer her steps became, mouth parched, her vision seemed to be seeing double.

"Oh no, did I get food poisoning? Or did I accidentally ingest the blue potion?"

"It doesn’t make sense, I only added something to my brother’s bowl..."

Vivian endured the discomfort and returned to the house.

Mrs. Gallagher was also feeling incredibly hot and flushed. Seeing her return, she asked, "Vivian, what kind of herbs did you put in the soup?"

Vivian felt a tightness in her chest, "Oh~, I just put in ten pieces of cordyceps, plus a whole wild ginseng. Other than that, just goji berries, red dates, and dangshen... "

Mrs. Gallagher was sweating profusely and didn’t praise her cooking skills, "Oh my, wild ginseng is very nourishing, how could you put a whole one in? With cordyceps, just two roots of wild ginseng would be sufficient."

"You’d better not cook anymore; if you make someone sick, it would be terrible!"

"You take Henny for a bath, I’ll go upstairs for a lie-down!"

A servant stepped forward to take Henry Gallagher, "Okay, Madam."

Mrs. Gallagher didn’t say more, standing up and heading towards the upstairs bedroom.

Back in the bedroom.

She still felt terribly uncomfortable, so she had no choice but to take a cold shower.

But even after the shower, she still felt off.

She actually... actually couldn’t control thinking about men!

She was 55 years old, and since her late husband’s passing, she had remained a widow. Being older, she had become indifferent to that matter!

Tonight really was unusual.

At her age, she was unexpectedly yearning for a man.

After enduring for half an hour, she still couldn’t resist having the housekeeper call over the therapist usually providing her therapy.

...

Vivian’s situation.

Feeling even more out of control.

After leaving the villa, she felt weak all over.

She suddenly realized it must have been an accidental ingestion of the potion earlier.

"What should I do? I feel awful, I can’t stand it..."

She staggered to the edge of the backyard pool and squatted on the pool’s step.

"I really can’t stand this, where’s the medicinal instruction guide."

She considered going to the hospital, but feared exposure of the situation.

In the midst of confusion and uncertainty on what to do.

A bodyguard noticed her sitting alone by the pool and approached, concerned, "Miss Shaw, what happened? Are you not feeling well? Do you need a hospital?"

Vivian swallowed heavily and glanced at the bodyguard with blurred vision.

He was handsome enough.

Being a Gallagher family bodyguard, he naturally wouldn’t be lacking in physical fitness.

The bodyguard was disconcerted by her heated gaze, nervously asking again, "Miss Shaw, need help?"

Vivian hesitated for a few seconds, unable to resist leaping into the bodyguard’s arms, "...Yes, need!"

The bodyguard was startled and stiffened, quickly trying to push her away!

After all, everyone said she was President Gallagher’s kept mistress. Her parents boasted around the Gallagher home, and even the servants didn’t dare provoke.

If he touched President Gallagher’s woman, he wouldn’t know how he ended up dead!

Besides, he didn’t even like her board-like figure.

"Miss Shaw, don’t do this, don’t."

"Hurry up, give me, hurry give me..." Vivian’s rationality completely broke down, jumping on him and passionately biting his neck.

The bodyguard, flustered and panicking, tried to fend off but couldn’t resist the temptation.

"Miss Shaw, you initiated this, don’t regret it!"

Saying so, he carried her into the changing room by the pool.

Had to say.

The bodyguard was young and strong, with great stamina.

They carried on for two to three hours.

Continued until midnight.

Vivian, exhausted, fell into a satisfied slumber.

The bodyguard remained on night duty.

Seeing her asleep, he dared not stay longer, quickly dressing and exiting the changing room.

...

The next morning.

Vivian awoke groggily.

Upon waking, she felt a chill over her body.

Looking down, she was unclothed, lying nude on the changing room’s small sofa.

The messy surroundings hinted at the previous night’s craziness.

Boom!

Vivian’s mind exploded, nearly fainting.

"Oh my God~, last night... last night..."

Remembering her active pursuit scene from the night before, she almost lost her mind.

She bit her lip hard, tears falling uncontrollably.

Her 23 years of purity lost just like that.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, what do I do now?" She desperately tugged at her hair, wanting to cry out!

But she could only suppress the sobs, quickly putting on her clothes.

She feared exposure, unwilling to make a fuss over the loss.

Even more so, scared her brother might find out she spent the night with a bodyguard.

Adding to her despair, the Gallagher bodyguards were numerous; she had no idea who last night’s was.

...

Morning, nine o’clock.

The Gallagher Group.

Conference room.

Shareholders arrived early, eagerly awaiting President Gallagher’s meeting.

One minor shareholder couldn’t resist discussing with another, "What’s going on with President Gallagher lately? He’s consistently late for every major meeting."

"Yeah, he used to have a great sense of timing, never late for meetings. What’s with him lately, you can’t even find him at the office and he’s absent-minded during meetings."

Another female shareholder, with a secretive look, said: "Hey, rumor has it President Gallagher and Mrs. Gallagher might be having marital changes, possibly divorcing!"

"Really?"

"It’s just hearsay, not sure about its accuracy!"

"Stop talking, President Gallagher’s coming!"

More than ten shareholders and numerous executives swiftly sat upright.

Nathaniel Gallagher pushed open the conference room door, walking in with a gloomy face.

His complexion was dark, dark circles visible; clearly, he hadn’t slept last night.

"Good morning, President Gallagher."

Nathaniel sat at the director seat, zoning out.

After staring blankly for a full minute, he finally began, "Start the meeting."

"Got it." The secretary immediately activated the projector, opening the day’s meeting agenda.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

Just as the meeting was about to start, his phone rang.

The caller ID showed an unknown number.

Nathaniel’s heart leaped, suspecting it must be Josephine Thompson calling him.

He set the shareholders aside, instantly picking up the phone and walking outside the conference room.

"..." The shareholders exchanged looks.

"Will President Gallagher... President Gallagher return to continue the meeting?"