Chapter 11 How Many Units Have You Passed?
- Charlotte wasn't as lucky as Darius. When she was in elementary, her father would be on construction sites all year round while her mother went to work during the day. Hence, she was forced to make lunch on her own. She could barely even reach the stove yet at that time, so she had to stand on a stool and make food for herself and her incompetent older brother.
- Homemade pasta was something she had mastered during middle school, so she served up bowls of spaghetti bolognese in no time. Sebastian enjoyed it so much that he was beaming, for it felt like time had turned back to when Elizabeth was still around.
- Darius, on the other hand, was pretty much deadpan.
- Charlotte would sneak glances at Darius throughout dinner, wanting to see if her dish was worth two hundred thousand.
- After dinner, the trio watched a bit of TV, and the most nerve-wracking yet highly anticipated time for Charlotte had come.
- Sebastian had retired to his room at 10.00PM.
- "Go to bed," Darius ordered after glancing at Charlotte.
- She nodded and followed him to his bedroom.
- His bedroom was massive, and it was as big as her rented two-bedroom apartment. There was an en-suite bathroom, some gym equipment, bookcases, a desk, and a Caesar-size bed.
- "You shower here; I'll go to the one in the living room." With that, Darius took his nightwear from the wardrobe and headed out, leaving no care for the nervous Charlotte standing in the bedroom.
- Like a marionette, Charlotte hummed a response and went to the bathroom with her nightwear.
- By the time she came out in her nightwear, Darius was already leaning against the headboard, reading some book. He had taken up half of the bed, so the other half was naturally Charlotte's.
- Darius was wearing silk pajamas of the highest quality, while what Charlotte had on was pure cotton. Save for the fact that it looked rather childish, it was a world apart from Darius'.
- Meanwhile, the man was engrossed in his book the whole time, never even lifting his eyes to spare Charlotte a glance.
- When she saw that he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon, she took her "Economic Law" textbook out of her suitcase. She had been preparing for her Certified Public Accountant exams.
- Meanwhile, she snuck a peek at Darius, who looked all ascetic.
- She knew he had probably taken her for someone else when he got drunk that day, but now, he was as sober as a judge. In other words, he probably wouldn't make the same mistake again. After all, he was a CEO; he wouldn't force her, would he?
- While Charlotte's mind was running wildly, Darius suddenly spoke. "You're taking the CPA exams?"
- "Yeah…"
- "How many units have you passed?" It was rare for him to be in the mood to chat.
- "Four units. I still have two more to go, as well as the practical exam. I've only registered for one unit this time because I'm busy with work now. Also, I will be graduating soon—there's a hell lot I have to do—so I thought it'd be safer to register for one unit. After all, I have to focus most of my time on work," Charlotte answered honestly while implying that she was working hard in NeoEast.
- "Are you not going to blow-dry your hair?" Darius' gaze inadvertently shifted and found Charlotte's hair dripping wet.
- "Oh, I-I'll do it later…"
- Truthfully, she never developed a habit of blow-drying her hair.
- Darius lifted his hand and pointed somewhere, seemingly wanting her to attend to her wet hair, but his phone rang just then.
- Since she was sitting beside him, Charlotte could vaguely tell that the caller was talking about which intern would be staying or leaving NeoEast, and she instantly got the butterflies.
- "Just send the notice to the whole company on Monday." Those were Darius' only words after the caller's lengthy reporting.
- After he hung up, Charlotte licked her lips and mustered all her courage to ask, "President Leynthall, did the person say if I'm staying or going?"