<b>Chapter </b><b>372</b>
Carlisle frowned at the sight. He rubbed soothing circles on Wanda’s back, relieved <b>that </b>the nightmares hadn’t woken her up.
The tension gradually left Wanda’s body as he rubbed her back.
Just then, Carlisle’s phone buzzed with a text from Diego: “Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Zahn, but have you taken a look at the drawings I sent you? Is there anything you’d
like me to amend?”
Carlisle had been so busy thest couple of days that hepletely forgot about the matter of designing the office building.
Diego previously promised to email him the drawings by evening, but Carlisle was toozy to go through them.
He had faith in Diego’s tastes and his attention to detail, so he replied, “I’ve looked at them. They’re not bad. I’ve decided to proceed with your designs, but try to make quick work of the renovation. I don’t want this to drag out into a three–month–long
project.”
“Got it, Mr. Zahn,” came Diego’s response.
It was 2.00 pm when Wanda let out a long sigh through her nose. Her eyshes fluttered as she opened her eyes, and she tightened her arms around Carlisle’s waist.
Carlisle looked down at her and asked softly, “Hey there, sleepyhead. You awake?”
Wanda grumbled, “No.”
Carlisle stifled hisughter and did not call out her obvious lie.
Luna had told him earlier that Wanda’s psychological fragility might cause her to process things a lot slower than usual. In other words, there would be moments
when she might behave like a child.
However, Carlisle found this side of Wanda rather endearing.
After what felt like a long time, Wanda slowly drew away from Carlisle’s embrace and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She asked softly, “What time is it? Are we supposed to go to ss?”
The nightmare from earlier coupled with Carlisle’s warm embrace had made her sweat in her sleep. A few strands of her hair clung to her damp skin.
“It’s free period this afternoon, so we don’t have to go back to campus,” Carlisle said.
He pulled out a couple of tissues and began wiping the sweat off Wanda’s brows. When he saw the trace of drool on the corner of her mouth, he chuckled and asked, ” Why did you drool? Were you dreaming of food?”
In the past, Wanda would have wished for a hole to open up in the ground and
swallow her whole.
But now,
good…”
she giggled sheepishly as she said, “I dreamed of having steak. It was so
Carlisle pinched her cheek gently and said indulgently, “Why don’t we have steak for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, please!” Wanda nodded eagerly. “But we should probably go back to campus.
before Ms. Lowe thinks we’re ying hooky.”
“Alright. Come on, let’s go wash up,” Carlisle said.
He led her to the washroom and cleaned her face with his towel. He only had one set. of toiletries in the apartment, and he made a mental note to get a new set for Wandal
after they were done with sses.
Given that the students had free periods in the afternoon, most of the students. headed outdoors. Only a small number of students remained in the ssrooms.
Phoebe and Christine were busy taking and making phone calls.
SwiftFunds Financial Investments had somehow managed to loan out its capital of
three million dors. Thankfully, a few business deals did not go through.
As Phoebe ended hertest phone call, she asked Christine, “How did our funds run
out so quickly, Christine? I thought we only deal with small loans.”
“Most of the loans were approved by Wanda, so I’ve no idea,” Christine exined, frowning “Wait, does that mean we’repletely out of funds?”
Phoebe pouted Guess we have to give up on these potential clients. What a shame; they all have rather good credit backgrounds.
Carlisle and Wanda were strolling around campus when he stumbled upon Christine. and Phoebe. Noting their distress, he stopped in his tracks and asked, “Did you guys
run into trouble?”
Phoebe and Christine exchanged a brief look, each questioning the other if they should tell Carlisle about their situation.N?velDrama.Org (C) content.
When they nced at Wanda for help, they saw her staring at Carlisle.
Carlisle chuckled. “Did yourpany run out of funds?”