Hiding Her Identity, She Joined Her Husband's Company

I looked at him guiltily, then slowly covered my head, when said, "My head really hurts, but I am more able to endure the pain."

Houston's mouth twitched, but then he turned on his computer to start a video conference.

I glanced at the screen quietly. Even though it was raining heavily outside, all my colleagues were in the company except Houston and me.

He seemed to be in a good mood today. Even though the plans submitted by his employees were full of loopholes, he comforted them gently, raised questions and asked them to go back and revised them slowly. 

It was so good to hear after all. You know, he usually cursed people terribly.

I was listening with great interest when he said, "Elizabeth, can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Okay, Mr. Hoover, please wait a moment." 

I hurried to pour water for Houston.

The meeting lasted for about three hours. Only after all colleagues had finished their reports did Houston turn off his computer and start organizing the meeting materials.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the meeting was finally over. I didn't even dare to breathe just then, for fear that my colleagues would find out that the Boss was at my house.

The rain outside didn't show any sign of stopping for the time being. It seemed like the Boss wanted to have lunch at my house today.

I opened my phone to search for the recipe for tomato beef brisket, but before I even opened any software, the WhatsApp Group started buzzing.

"Did you just hear the Boss asking his wife to pour him some water?"

"Yeah, they are actually living together."

"Fortunately, I don't dare to say bad things about the Boss Lady in front of Mr. Hoover, otherwise I would have been fired long ago."

"On a rainy day, a couple was in love, you know."

After reading that, I was totally overwhelmed. I stayed quiet, since I did get to bear the blame.

When Houston saw me playing with my phone, he coughed and said, "Elizabeth, you see, I can't leave in this weather…."

"I understand, Mr. Hoover. You must be hungry, right? I will cook right away. Please wait a moment," I said in a flattering manner before he could finish his sentence.

I confidently took the tomatoes and beef from the refrigerator to the kitchen, unpacked the kitchen knife, rinsed it under the tap and pointed it at the tomatoes.

Not only did the knife fail to cut the tomato, but it also made the tomato fall to Houston's feet.

I hurried over to pick up the tomato, washed it and picked up the knife to prepare for the next round of dissection.

"Let me do it," Houston said after taking the tomato and kitchen knife from behind me.

"Go to the living room for a while. I'll call you when it's ready," he said while cutting tomatoes.

How could the Boss work for slaves, right?

So, I stood beside him and looked at him guiltily, asking, "How about I give you a hand?"

Houston paused, not knowing what he was thinking about and then nodded slowly.

The way he cooked the meal was so amazing that my jaw dropped.

I thought he was a novice, but I didn't expect him to be such a good cook. He could even make a simple dish smell delicious.

Just as I was lost in thought, he moved his face close to mine. Then, he ordered, "Help me wipe my face, I can't pull my hands away." 

I quickly pulled out two pieces of tissue paper and carefully wiped his entire face clean.

Wow!

The nose was straight, the jawline was clear and the skin was smooth.

What was more, when I was having lunch with Houston, I surprisingly felt the warmth of home.

He was not picky about food and ate with great relish, which led me to eat half a bowl of rice more.

After dinner, he took the initiative to wash the dishes. When I stood at the door and watched him wash the dishes, I secretly made up my mind to find such a virtuous husband to take care of my parents.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

In order not to neglect him, I took him downstairs.

It was such a misfortune that the rain had stopped, but when we arrived at the door of the unit, the rain suddenly got heavier. Even my trouser legs got wet just by standing at the door.

Houston and I looked at each other, but I was the first to speak, "Why don't you stay at my house today? My house happens to have two bedrooms and a living room."

"Okay, thank you for your offer," he answered in a calm tone. Then Houston went home with me very naturally.

Maybe he shocked me too much during the day, but I was actually touching him in my dream. I even tried desperately to engrave those images in my mind so that I could write some stories about it.

But things didn't go as planned. When I was having a great time teasing Houston, I was woken up by a knock on the door.

Looking at the boring white ceiling, I thought for a moment before I realized that the person knocking on my bedroom door should be Houston.

"Mr. Hoover, what can I do for you?" I asked in a daze.

His voice sounded anxiously outside the door, saying, "Elizabeth, we're going to be late." 

When I heard that, I jumped up, changed into my pajamas quickly and hurriedly took Houston out to the burger’s restaurant at the entrance of the community.

"I want to order the same as usual, but two servings today."

"Hey, Elizabeth, it seems that you brought your boyfriend here. So, I'll give you two eggs to nourish your body, okay?" The owner of the burger’s shop was so happy to see Houston that he couldn't stop smiling.

I didn't dare look at Houston, so I quickly waved to the owner and explained, "No, this is the President of my office."

"So, office romance?"