My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 66: The Spicy Chowmien

Chapter 66: The Spicy Chowmien

(Karsten)

Olphi informed me that Arata’s car was parked in a blind spot so they didn’t get an angle to see who placed the note. Besides, we had many people visiting us for job interviews, and it could have been any of them.

I informed her of the findings and she took the news calmly.

"It’s fine."

I needed to have a word with my security and have more cameras installed. There shouldn’t be any blind spots especially where her car would be parked from now on.

"We will catch him," I tried to reassure her once again and she straightened her legs and got up from the sofa with a tiny nod.

"Would you like to eat something? I only have a takeaway from yesterday’s dinner and sweets my parents brought. And I am not high on cooking, I suck at cooking," she told me innocently.

I could imagine her having a chef growing up. No wonder she couldn’t cook. Ma will certainly have a heart attack knowing this tiny detail if she already didn’t know.

"Which restaurant?" I asked; there were only a handful of restaurants I ate at because they used healthy fat oils, and I was highly conscious about my diet.

"The Kettle Island," she answered, trying to keep a straight face. It was one of the top restaurants in Marica City and the one which was my second choice after Bread and Butler.

"I will have some."

"You can freshen up in the guest room, there are fresh towels in the cabinets. I will heat up the food." Arata pointed to the guest room and walked away.

Getting up, I sauntered over to the room; it had a girly feeling to it with pinkish and purplish hues and gaudy colours. From bedspread to the walls.

Bright, the place was too bright for my taste but I was here for just a night. Making my way to the washroom, I washed my face and rubbed a wet hand through my hair, pulling it back.

Drying my face, I exited the bathroom and headed out. The smell of Chinese food hit me in full force and I found myself salivating. It seemed like I was hungrier than I had imagined.

Arata had set up the table. Losing her pumps, she was in her bunny-shaped white and orange house slippers. They appeared fluffy and comfortable and I found her much more relaxed than before as she trotted back to the kitchen.

"Cola?" She asked from the kitchen as I settled down on the dining table.

"Diet, if you have," I called back while seeing the white wisps of smoke rising from the hot chow mein.

"I do." Soon, she brought out two cans of cola. Diet for me and a regular one for herself. Placing it in front of me she settled down on the chair opposite me and tiredly said. Exhaustion was very clear in her voice.

"Please! Go ahead, sorry I am not being a very good host."

"Don’t fret; this is enough," I tried to assuage her fears while platting some spicy-looking chow mein on my plate.

She offered me a wounded smile and I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed her real smile.

Picking up the chopsticks I adjusted them between my fingers and took in some noodles with chicken. As they hit my taste buds, all I could feel was the extra spiciness it carried.

Too spicy, it hit my throat and I began to cough. The smoke seemed to come out of my ears. Grabbing a tissue from the tissue box, I coughed out whatever I had put into my mouth.

"Ohh! Are you alright?" Arata concernedly asked, getting up from her seat and rushing over to me. She thumped my back and handed me a glass of water.

I gulped down the whole glass and only let it part from my lips when it was empty. The tears seemed to have collected in my eyes from how loudly I had coughed.

Sniffling, I grabbed some more tissues and wiped my eyes and mouth.

"Why is it so damn spicy?" I finally asked, turning to face her and she was trying not to laugh at my expense.

"It’s normal on the spice level; the thing is, you really hate spice."

I shook my head. "I don’t hate it but I don’t want my food to be loaded with chilli."

She giggled at my words and my eyes narrowed. Sometimes she literally forgot I was her boss. No one else would dare laugh at the statement I had just given.

Crossing her arms she patted her bunny shoe on the floor.

"You like everything bland and tasteless. Coffee, cookies, noodles..."

I stared at her with a challenge and deliberately said with a smirk.

"Not everything, Arata. I don’t like my woman, bland."

My comment made blood rush to her round cheeks and she quickly looked away before mumbling under her breath.

"Didn’t seem like that seeing Urisa..."

What?

Was she jealous of Urisa, or did she find her personality off-putting? I had to hide my smile.

"She is not that bad..." I meaningfully paused, and as Arata settled in front of me, I completed my sentence. "In bed."

The redness spread to her ears from her cheeks and neck.

"Yeah! Doesn’t excuse the obnoxious behaviour she portrays," she blurted out; sometimes, I wondered if she understood that she lacked filters most of the time.

"That’s true."

Pushing the dumpling plate in front of me, she said.

"These are spiceless and will fit your taste better."

With a nod, I picked one up using chopsticks and carefully placed it into my mouth. It indeed was how I preferred it and I loved dumplings.

No oil, no extra spice and tons of veggies. While I enjoyed dumplings, Arata took a few bites of chow mein but she didn’t eat as heartily as I had usually seen her do. Her mind was still occupied.

After the meal, she offered me some exotic chocolates which I was sure her parents must have brought for her.

Chocolate was my favourite cheat food and I could eat it in any form, with nuts, coconut, fruits.

I chose the one with truffle as it belonged to my favourite brand of chocolate and let it melt in my mouth as I savoured the taste.

After that, I helped her clear up the table before heading to the guest room. I needed to change clothes but I doubted she would have something for me.

Before I could close the door, Arata walked over to me. She had taken off her glasses and her pretty face seemed so different without them.

"I have some shorts that might fit you. Do you need them for the night?" She asked.

Could I really fit into her shorts?

Well, if they came with drawstrings I was sure they would fit.

"I can try." I shrugged my shoulders and she disappeared into her room before arriving with purple shorts with strawberries drawn on them.

’Joder! (Fuck)’ I thought to myself. Never in my life had I worn something so flashy and now I was going to have to wear shorts with strawberries.