My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 1363

Chapter 1363

"Actually, I was pretty near when I called, so I came here as fast as I could. ' Fiorella explained as she looked at him.

"Oh, so that's the case, huh." Jared said, having understood what had happened upon hearing it.

"I think you've just arrived, Mr. Johnston. But didn't you say that you were in the office when we were on the phone?" Fiorella looked at Jared with probing eyes.

"I've been at the office, but I had to go out to run some errands,” Jared casually said.

"Oh," Fiorella uttered when she came to the realization.

And when the elevator doors opened, Jared walked out with Fiorella following suit, and together, they entered the office.

"Your wine is over there, Miss Fisher. I'll get someone to bring it out for you. ' Jared said while pointing to a box of wine on the right.

“Thank you, but it's alright, Mr. Johnston. I'll get someone to take it out of here when I leave,” Fiorella said, hinting that she was not about to leave anytime soon.

“Okay then. Relax and make yourself at home. I'll get my assistant to make you a cup of coffee." Jared went up to his desk, picked his phone up, and dialed his assistant's internal line.

I am impressed, Mr. Johnston. You have grown to remember my preferences now.” Fiorella looked at him, her eyes lighting up as she complimented him.

"Ms. Fisher, you've been here multiple times, so naturally, I can't help but remember them,” Jared said, implying that he did not remember her preferences on purpose.

In spite of this, Fiorella was not bothered.

She proceeded to take a seat on the couch across Jared and picked up a magazine to read. "Mr. Johnston, do you also like to read magazines?” she asked absentmindedly.

"No, my aides prepared them for guests to read," Jared casually replied.

"Has the coffee been served to you?" Jared gestured and was about to pick his phone up to make another call.

"No, I just came over to take a seat. The view here is better as compared to the view on the couch." Fiorella said pointedly.

Jared took a glance of the couch behind her. He did not mind, as she could sit wherever she liked.

"Mr. Johnston, where did you buy this pen from? It’s so exquisite!" Fiorella’s eyes zoomed in on the pen in Jared's hand.

"It must've been prepared by the assistant. Would you like me to have the assistant get you one?" Jared looked at Fiorella and offered.

"No thanks, I don't use a pen that often, but I think you look really elegant with a pen!" Fiorella said, giving him a veiled compliment.

Hearing this, Jared stifled a retch. 'So, she was waiting for me.’