##Chapter 30 The Habit Was Really Terrible

Did he look like the president?

Nathan walked into the bathroom, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled strangely. He shook his head and washed the hand he had shaken with Rena.

"Rachel, how much longer are we going to shop?"

Ansel followed her impatiently.

Rachel turned around and looked at him with a smile, "I didn't ask you to carry anything, and I only asked you to follow me. Why are you getting impatient?"

Ansel walked quickly and caught up with her, "You don't buy anything. What's the point of shopping like this?"

Rachel looked at him and said, "I haven't met the right."

Ansel sighed, "How long will you choose?"

Rachel looked at him and froze for a moment.

"How about you give me some advice? Maybe I'll be a little faster."

Rachel looked at her with a smile, rolling her eyes.

Ansel looked at him and smiled, "Tell me what you are buying."

Ansel knew she wanted him to buy her a present. Ansel looked at her freely.

"I even didn't know my brother had been married at a registry. Do you think I should give him a present? You said you would invite us to dinner tonight."

"Yeah, but your brother lacks for nothing. He's worth enough to buy the whole Sweda."

Ansel thought and cupped his chin in his hand. It was indeed difficult to choose such a gift.

Rachel smiled at him, "I don't care about the price, as long as the mind."

The mind? It might not be easy to satisfy.

"You can give your sister-in-law a present. I think she is a sincere person. Your brother loves her. If she is happy, your brother will also be happy."

Rachel nodded thoughtfully, "Let's go. I hope we can choose a present today."

Shopping again? He had to follow her.

Ansel sighed, smiled thinly, and followed her.

"Off duty. Let's go home."

Seeing Nathan standing in front of the door chicly, Sharon nodded, stood up, and came over. They happily walked out of the company together.

In the car.

"Do you think what I said today made a difference?"

Sharon was agitated in her mind and could not help asking.

He looked back at her with a crooked smile, "Do you mean the president?"

"If the president is really attracted to Rena, your plan will fail, I will have no hope, and our current efforts will be in vain."

The more she talked, the more exhausted she was. She sat helplessly in the back seat, looking unhappy.

Nathan smiled at her, and a thought flashed through her mind.

If she knew I was the president, would she care more about Rena than she did now? Or would she only use my position as the president to get what she wanted and not care about my relationship with other women?

Seeing Nathan did not answer, Sharon did not continue to ask. After all, the man who was driving was the director in her eyes.

The director could only analyze the matter of the president. It didn't matter what he said. There is no such psychological comfort. Such psychological comfort was useless.

"Get out of the car and buy vegetables."

They went into the mall and bought some fresh vegetables. Sharon habitually stood aside when paying the bill. Nathan carried vegetables, and she followed behind.

She froze as she left the mall. A few days ago, she had been uncomfortable with him paying for things and felt she owed him. Was she used to it now?

The habit was really terrible.

"Cook more tonight."

"Why?"

"Let Rachel and Ansel come and eat with us."

After Nathan said that, Sharon nodded. Rachel was a clever girl. Although Sharon only met Sharon once and was not familiar with Rachel, she didn't hate Rachel. After all, she was Nathan's sister. They were nominally a family, and it was better to have more friends than enemies. She might as well be more enthusiastic.

"Give it to me."

Nathan took the kitchen knife in Sharon's hand and cut the vegetables intently. Although it was a simple thing, it didn't affect his unique temperament and didn't weaken his aura.

Sharon could not help him. She knew nothing about cooking, and there were guests tonight. If she cooked badly, wasn't it very disgraceful and very embarrassed?

"You go and tidy up. I don't need your help here."

Nathan took a look at Sharon and began to do it carefully. The dishes were well matched tonight, with meat, vegetables, and soup. It seemed to take a lot of effort.

"Well, I'll go and change my clothes. I needn't wear formal clothes at home."

Nathan froze for a moment and nodded gently in agreement.

There were guests, but they were in their own house. So it wasn't a big deal. Nathan was not a hidebound person. He froze because he felt that it would impact Sharon's beauty and was not enough to let guests see her beauty. But Sharon was always pretty. So she needn't always wear a formal dress. Sharon worked hard all day and must be tired now.

Sharon went upstairs, chose a nice housedress, and tidied her hair quickly. It was a natural look, fitting the description of the hostess of the house.

"Are you telling the truth? Did the president say to buy you coffee?

Joyce stared at Renata surprisingly.

He never dated anyone. He turned down even the prettiest socialites and the hottest celebrities.

This news made the Evans family happier. They firmly believed that Renata was likely to become his wife.

Though happy, Joyce still looked at Renata embarrassedly.

Renata felt her expression was strange, "What's wrong, mom? Aren't you happy for me? You look as if I robbed your husband."

After hearing this, Joyce sighed.

"I've really spoiled you," Joyce frowned slightly.

"I heard that Cliff was beaten by the chairman himself."

"Why? For business? How dare Cliff..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Joyce's sigh, "Alas! I heard he did this for that dead wench Sharon."

Rena was surprised and grabbed Joyce's arm, "Mom, who told you that? How could he do it for Sharon? How could he know her?" Her face was filled with alarm and disbelief.

Joyce shook her head, "I don't know. It is said that someone saw it."

Before Joyce finished her words, Renata angrily stood up in a sullen.

"Mom, I'm going to check with Cliff. Whether the news is true or not, she can't stay any longer."