The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1493

Chapter 1493 

“You know I’m a daughter of the Alonso family, so you should guess that I can’t cook. Being able to boil pasta is already my limit.” 

“And with all that book learning, all you’ve mastered is boiling pasta?” Azriel responded nonchalantly, then picked up his cutlery and began to eat his pasta. 

Phoebe pursed her lips. He was quite stubborn. “You don’t exactly look… too poor to afford a cook…” 

Azriel scoffed. “I’ve got money, but what’s that got to do with me apologizing and making amends to you?” 

Phoebe threw up her hands in resignation. “Fine, just keep eating. If you don’t, the noodles will get mushy and won’t be good anymore.” 

Azriel took a couple of bites, then looked up at her. “Have you eaten?” 

Phoebe made a face. She hadn’t eaten since last night. Luckily, she managed to score a meal at the police station at lunchtime today, otherwise, she would’ve starved. “I just had à carrot and a tomato.” 

Azriel raised an eyebrow. “Couldn’t you have made more pasta?” 

Phoebe quickly waved her hands. “I’m really not hungry!” 

The truth was, she had scoured the entire kitchen and only found this pack of pasta. Even if she wanted to eat, there wasn’t anything left. 

Azriel didn’t want to argue with her about it and continued eating his pasta. 

After finishing his meal, Phoebe washed up the dishes and prepared to leave. But Azriel spoke, “There are plenty of rooms here, and you’re free to stay or go as you please. But the condition is you can’t delay my breakfast. If you can’t do that… I guess we could call what you did last night breaking and entering?” 

Phoebe stared at him in disbelief. “I’ve already explained that.” 

Azriel didn’t respond and just went upstairs. 

Although Phoebe was angry, she decided to stay rather than face the people back at her home. She easily found the room she used to stay in. The bed linens and clothes in the wardrobe were just as they were. 

After a day of running around, she washed up and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately. However, her sleep was cut short when a Toud knocking on her door jolted her awake. 

Startled, she jumped out of bed, hearing Azriel yelling for her outside. He sounded urgent, so without thinking, she threw on a robe and ran to open the door. 

As soon as the door opened, a tall figure charged towards her. She almost got knocked over, let out a scream, and forcefully pushed the man off her. 

“What the hell are you doing? You pervert… 

“Shut up!” 

Azriel’s voice sounded extremely annoyed. 

Phoebe realized something was off, then heard Azriel’s voice again. “Did you poison my food?” 

Phoebe was stunned, “What?” 

Azriel didn’t have the energy to appreciate her surprise. He used his last bit of strength to say, “Call an ambulance.” 

And so, on Azriel’s third day back in the country, he was rushed to the hospital by Phoebe. 

She didn’t know much about Azriel, let alone his personal assistant. Seeing the large man suddenly collapse onto her like a lifeless clay figure, Phoebe finally realized he wasn’t joking. She quickly pushed him aside, found her phone, and dialed 911. 

As the doctors rushed Azriel into the emergency room, Phoebe sat outside, pale as a ghost. She felt drained, almost like she was paralyzed. 

The doctor had just told her that the man had food poisoning, asking her what he had eaten today. 

What he had eaten? She spent the whole day at the police station, only feeding him that pack of pasta she had cooked for dinner. 

But how could normal pasta cause food poisoning? What on earth had happened these past few days? Why did all the bad things keep happening to her one after another? 

She had a heap of problems at home that she didn’t know how to deal with. She had brought someone to the police station in the morning, and now she was bringing someone to the emergency room. 

She looked up at the emergency room sign, her hand gripping her phone was noticeably shaking. 

No, if this man really wanted to make a fuss, she had no idea what would happen next. She scrolled through her phone, desperately looking for someone to help. 

When Phoebe saw Chloe’s name on her phone, it was as if she had found a lifeline, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes. That’s right, she didn’t call anyone from the Alonso family, and her first thought was Chloe. Because Chloe gave her the impression of being extremely reliable. Everything would be simplified once it reached her. There was almost nothing in this world that she couldn’t handle. 

“Phoebe?” 

Hearing Chloe’s familiar voice, Phoebe looked up and stared at Chloe for a few seconds, blinking. “Chloe?” 

Chloe took a couple of steps towards her. “What’s wrong?” 

Recognizing that it was indeed Chloe, Phoebe didn’t mind her current outfit. She got up nervously, wiping her tears, and walked up to Chloe like a child 

who had done something wrong. 

Chloe had heard Phoebe’s anxious voice on the phone, and had rushed out without even finding her clothes, wearing only the coat that Damon had given her today. With a cold face, Damon followed her with a scarf and hat, and only when they reached the elevator did he wrap her up tightly. 

“Chloe, am I going to jail?” 

Chloe frowned, and asked again, “What exactly happened?” 

Choking back tears, Phoebe told Chloe everything that had happened that day. “I just cooked him a pack of pasta. I didn’t know this would happen.” 

“Do you think I should blame the manufacturer now, Chloe? If it’s really food poisoning, then it must be a problem with the product quality of the manufacturer, right?” 

Phoebe was really scared, trying her best to avoid taking responsibility. She had never done anything bad in her life. If she really had to say something, it would be pushing Wendy into Abelard’s room the night before. 

Was she facing karma now? 

Chloe sat her down and asked in detail, “This whole thing was an accident, and it shouldn’t be a big deal. But you’re right, if food poisoning occurred, it could be due to the product quality and hygiene issues from the manufacturer. 

Phoebe’s expression relaxed a bit, and after a while, she asked again, “So… if he really kicks the bucket because of this… would I carry some of the blame? If that’s the case, how long could I get thrown in the slammer for?” 

Chloe was momentarily lost for words.