Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 395: Celebration Banquet

"Ms. Woodward," the title made her seem decades older, like a vendor selling goods in a market.

Upon closer inspection, Peach Bell’s eyes were full of innocence and clarity, whether intentionally or not, no one could tell.

But, she was just a young girl, having just come of age; in front of Grandma Sinclair, no one dared to argue with her.

The words Grandma Sinclair hadn’t yet said were swiftly brushed aside.

The family dinner ended.

Everyone chatted in the living room for a while, until the old lady said to disperse, which they then did.

Nora Northwood returned to the bedroom and found the carpet had been replaced.

She took off her shoes and stepped onto it, immediately sinking slightly; it was a few millimeters thicker than the previous one, like stepping on cotton.

Jasper Sinclair’s voice came from behind her: "Grandma knows you like to be barefoot, so she specifically asked the butler to replace it with a thicker one to prevent you from getting cold."

"Thank Grandma for me."

The man watched her graceful silhouette departing, responded, "It would be more sincere if you thank her yourself; Grandma hasn’t had a chat with you in a while."

"Okay."

This was followed by a moment of silence. Compared to the bustle fifteen minutes ago, the bedroom seemed much quieter.

Jasper noticed Nora was preoccupied, wrapped his arms around her waist, his broad shoulders encasing her securely. "What are you thinking about? You seem a bit unhappy."

After four hundred nights of sharing a bed, he had become adept at understanding her emotional shifts.

"Thinking about the Woodward Family’s celebration, deciding whether to go."

Nora lied.

What she was really pondering was Grandma Sinclair’s attitude.

Jasper, not being a woman, couldn’t grasp their concern for such minor details, believed her words.

"Do as you feel, no need to consider them."

Nora ignored his arrogant tone, took off the plump pearl earrings, and withdrew from his embrace. "It’s late; let’s rest first."

Indeed, she was exhausted.

Ever since returning from Melbourne, she was inexplicably tired, yet found herself unable to fall asleep when lying in bed.

The room was scented with calming sleep aids, next to her, the breathing had become steady; still, Nora lay staring at the ceiling.

She didn’t want to wake Jasper, controlling her body’s movements to avoid tossing and turning.

That night, in her mind, she planned a blueprint.

VK had stalled, although it had gained some recognition in the industry, it couldn’t take the high-end route.

Nora wanted to break through constraints; the initial purpose of establishing the studio wasn’t confined to this.

Then, she thought of the real estate Jasper had once proposed.

If VK were moved into a skyscraper, would everything change?

Different from Brenner Mall’s building, but a separate, standalone scale.

Once a seed is planted in one’s heart, it grows wildly, transforming from a sapling to a tree.

As Nora pondered, she drifted to sleep.

Perhaps because she held some anticipation, she woke up early the next day.

Upon waking, her energy was evident, not at all like someone who had stayed up all night.

Jasper was also surprised at her early rise. "Why not sleep a little longer?"

"There’s something I want to discuss with you." Nora hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately decided to seek Jasper’s help.

"Go ahead."

And so, the two openly started discussing work matters in bed.

In the education Jasper had received since childhood, "bed" was solely for sleeping and resting. Yet, time and again, he made exceptions for Nora, allowing her to eat, chat, and plan her work in this limited space.