CHAPTER 11: CHAPTER 11: TAKING CARE OF HIS ’DAUGHTER’ AT HIS HOME

The phone next to Summer Nolan vibrated a few times. She picked it up, glanced at it, frowned at him and asked, aren’t you going to have someone take care of it?

Besides, isn’t he sitting right here? Why doesn’t he just go back himself?

Elias Spencer noticed she was still sitting there and, taking advantage of no one paying attention, suddenly kicked her ankle lightly!

She kicked him back. But for Elias’ sake, she stood up, made an excuse to her colleagues, and left.

She had been drinking and couldn’t drive, so she took a taxi straight to The Apex Towers.

This was where Elias Spencer lived, over 600 square meters, a spacious flat by the river, exuding luxury in its minimalist gray and white tones.

Over the years, he had made quite a bit of money and had no debts at all, unlike her. The money she earned had to go to pay off loans.

Summer Nolan took the elevator to the 20th floor, entered the code, which he hadn’t changed since their breakup. Every time he was out entertaining in the evening, he’d take the initiative to text her.

Asking her to come over to take care of Elias.

Summer despised this man. They fought like cats and dogs, yet she couldn’t bear to ignore Elias.

The heavy double doors had barely opened when the big dog in the dim living room stood up alertly. Smelling her familiar scent, it excitedly ran over and pounced on Summer!

This 130-pound massive frame almost knocked her over.

Its mouth emitted a whining and aggrieved ’wooo...’ sound.

Summer patted its head, soothing it: "Okay, good boy, calm down, calm down... Look at that dog guy, how calm is he? You’ve been with him for so long, yet haven’t learned?"

"Sit." She ordered.

The dog immediately sat obediently in front of her, but hadn’t been seated for even three seconds before it stood up again, bouncing and spinning excitedly in front of her.

Its tail wagging like a helicopter rotor.

Elias is a Scottish Collie, adorned with golden and white long fur, a long snout, and light blue eyes, making it very elegantly beautiful.

During their early dating days, when she and Elias Spencer walked past a pet shop, she’d pleaded with him to adopt it because her mother was allergic to dog hair, and it could only stay at his place.

But he had slight cleanliness issues, hated dog hair, and wasn’t much fond of pets, either.

Summer Nolan had to cook for him for several days to win him over, and because her cooking was terrible, he couldn’t stand it and finally agreed.

The name was given because there was a ’Elias’ in his name—he didn’t agree at first: "Are you comparing me to a dog? No way."

"How can you see it as a dog? Clearly, it’s the ’daughter’ we’ve adopted." Summer said, hugging him from behind.

"If you want a daughter, have one yourself," he said.

"No, I don’t care, I’m still calling it Elias!"

Actually, naming it that was simply Summer’s way of expressing her deep affection for him.

Elias Spencer had no choice but to agree to the name in the end.

She had spent a year chasing this man, and after they got together, they realized they were both very assertive and competitive.

In the workplace, both were ruthless and relentless.

"Don’t get too excited, come on, I’ll get you some food." Summer pressed a switch by the door, and the warm yellow lights brightened the space instantly.

She went to its designated large bedroom, took imported dog food and various snacks from the cabinet, and filled its bowl.

"Eat up. Once you’re done, I’ll take you downstairs for a walk."

"Eat slowly, no one’s going to steal it from you."

Summer said, squatting beside, with one hand supporting her chin and the other smoothing out its pink fluffy princess dress, she asked with a smile:

"Did you pick out today’s outfit yourself, or did that dog guy choose it for you?"

"He doesn’t like pink. How can he stand seeing you in so much pink, flashing before his eyes?"

Elias loved beauty, totally influenced by her. Right after she got it, she bought many dog clothes and accessories, dressing it up like a little princess.

Continually praising its beauty.

Over time, it became very fond of beauty.

Elias Spencer once said this dog was very much like her, horribly vain.

"Elias, how about we change your name? It’s not quite suitable for you now..." Summer said, stroking its head.

Originally, the name was about her love for him, but now calling it so intimately felt a bit out of place.

"I’ll think of a few nice names for you when I have some time," she said, standing up, checking over the bedroom and the living room outside—they were very clean.

After going to school Elias sent it to, it learned to use the toilet, flush it, help its owner get things, make phone calls using smart voice commands, and so on.

Remarkably smart.

After Elias finished eating, Summer took it for a big stroll around the ground floor garden, and just as she was about to leave, Elias Spencer returned.

He tugged at his tie, glanced at her casually, and called, "Pour me a glass of water, I’m thirsty."

"Get your assistant over to pour it, I’m not your assistant, don’t order me around." She stood in the middle of the living room with her arms crossed, pouting.

Elias Spencer walked to the sofa, took off his coat, draping it over the armrest, turned back to look at her, raised an eyebrow, and asked:

"Still jealous?"

Summer couldn’t help but laugh, "If I wasn’t career-driven, we’d have a two-year-old by now, and still be jealous? Someone shouldn’t be so narcissistic."

Elias Spencer cast a deep gaze at her, not speaking, walked to the open kitchen’s fridge, opened it, took out two steaks, and asked her:

"Want something to eat as a late-night snack?"

"Growl..." As soon as he mentioned a late-night snack, her stomach growled uncontrollably. The takeout they ordered tonight was a bit unpalatable, so they ate very little.

Nothing much to eat at home either, her mom and she both couldn’t cook.

Hearing her stomach growl, Elias Spencer took out fresh milk from the fridge, poured two glasses, and called her:

"Come have some milk first."

Summer decided not to be overly polite, thinking she’d fill her stomach before heading home. She had already helped walk Elias anyway, consider it a reward to eat something from him.

Standing by the island, drinking milk while this man, sleeves slightly rolled, exposed a bit of his strong arm, elegantly and quickly prepared the steak—

Who can resist the sight of a man wearing a sharp suit, glasses, with arresting handsome features, exuding an aloof aura, cooking in the kitchen?

Absolutely pleasing to the eyes!!!

Watching this man’s side profile, Summer’s heart unwittingly raced a bit, making her mouth feel dry.

"Ahem..." She cleared her throat lightly, calm down, calm down. Don’t harbor crooked thoughts, the man is already tangled up with the assistant.

Elias Spencer quickly cooked two steaks, blanched a few small tomatoes and broccoli for plating, the sauce was store-bought.

The plating was quite artistic, making it look appetizing.

"Come get it," he called to the woman lounging on the side.

"Attorney Spencer, has your cooking improved?" Summer went over, picked up the plate, brought it close to her nose, it really did smell good.

Sitting down at the dining table, not holding back, she picked up the cutlery, purposely cutting the steak into larger pieces, eating somewhat ravenously.

How big can a steak be?

At her pace, she could finish it in three minutes.

"Is it enough?" Elias Spencer asked her.

"Eating too much at night leads to gaining weight."

By the time she’d finished her sentence, the plate was already empty, even the vegetables were eaten cleanly, Elias Spencer watched her, a row of black lines dropping from his forehead.

Summer got up: "I’m leaving."

"It’s late; stay here for the night," he said in a low voice.