Chapter 2070 Chance Encounter
Mabel was offended that her ex asked her why she demanded a breakup. âTake a good look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a loser without a purpose in life. How can you deem yourself worthy of me? Stop daydreaming about a future with me and start looking for someone as pathetic as you to spend your miserable life with.â
She gave him one last disgusted look before stalking off. With that inconvenient loose end tied up, Mabel focused all of her energy on the more important matter of pursuing Rodney.
Their first close encounter was an opportunity Mabel had chanced upon from stalking him.
She found the opening she needed one evening when he was vomiting on the side of the road after having too much to drink with a client. After procuring a glass of warm water from a waiter of the hotel Rodney had emerged from, she ran over to him.
âHere, Mr. Simpson, have a rinse.â
Rodney was taken aback at the mention of his name as his gaze bounced between her and the glass of water in her hand.
âYou know me?â
âYes, Mr. Simpson. We met at Mr. Lopezâs house! I am a good friend of Mrs. Lopez. In fact, Iâve seen you there several times.â
Rodney appeared relieved that the stranger offering him help was somebody he knew and took the glass of water gratefully.
After rinsing out his mouth, he thanked her for her kindness.
The simple gesture on Rodneyâs part caused Mabelâs heart to flutter wildly and sent fireworks exploding in her stomach.
âNot at all!â she trilled. âThereâs no need to thank me. You must take care of your health, Mr. Simpson. It wouldnât do to overwork yourself.â
Rodney gazed at the anxious woman before him and nodded. Turning around, he was about to walk back to the hotel but found Mabel blocking his path.
âMr. Simpson, theyâll force you to drink again if you go back in there. Youâd better not.â
âItâs rude to leave halfway through the meeting,â he insisted. âI intend on building a business relationship with them.â
âYour health is more important, Mr. Simpson. Let me tell them that youâre unwell and that you need a doctor. Iâll also apologize to them on your behalf.â
âYou would do that?â Rodney asked, taken aback by the suggestion.
Mabel giggled demurely. âI know that Iâm not worthy to speak for you. Iâm just worried about your health, thatâs all. I didnât mean to imply that Iâm qualified.â
At that point, another wave of nausea necessitated Rodney to dive toward the sidewalk again.
Mabel took another glass of water from the waiter. After Rodney was done rinsing his mouth for the second time, he rubbed his stomach weakly. âI guess thatâs enough for me tonight. Please tell them everything you suggested earlier. You can tell them that youâre my assistant.â
âIâll go at once,â Mabel cried, her pace quickening with excitement. âWait here for me!â
After relaying the message, she returned to his side quickly.
âIâve told them, Mr. Simpson.â She panted as she arrived beside him. âThey said to get better soon.â
Rodney studied Mabel before lamenting, âMy wife used to care for me just like that. After our child was born, she never looked at me the same way again.â
Mabel fought to conceal her glee. What an idiot Mrs. Simpson is.
Why would she let him go after all that effort spent on pursuing him? I wouldnât do that. No matter what, Mr. Simpsonâs feelings and happiness will be my number one priority all the time.
âDo you need to go to the hospital, Mr. Simpson?â
Rodney shook his head. âJust a good nightâs rest at home is all I need. Itâs getting late, so you should head home too.â
âCould you give me a ride, Mr. Simpson?â Mabel implored with a sudden burst of inspiration. âIt wouldnât be a huge detour for you as I live close by.â
Rodney gazed at her beseeching expression and thought of the two glasses of water. As it would indeed not take up a lot of his time, he nodded his assent.
âAll right, then. Where do you live?â
âStar Residences.â
On her way home, Mabel savored for the first time the satisfaction of traveling in Rodneyâs luxury car. Her desire flared as she gazed at the handsome business mogul beside her.