Chapter 325: Lap Sits and Jealous Fits

I’ve already found a professional manager, but he’s going abroad. Before she could finish, a soft sound of footsteps came from the doorway.

The next second, Summer saw the office door handle turning and said into the phone, “Mom, I’ll call you back later.” After hanging up with a click, the door opened from the outside, and a tall man stepped in with deep, measured footsteps.

Summer set her phone down and stood up, her clear, bright eyes looking at Fraser. “Meeting’s…” She briefly assessed him, noticing his handsome face appeared calm. She breathed a sigh of relief; he probably hadn’t heard what was said on the phone.

Fraser’s gaze was deep as he looked at Summer, a fleeting shadow passing through his dark eyes too quickly to catch. He walked over and took her hand, his fingertips grazing hers as he led her to sit down on the sofa. His voice was gentle. “Why didn’t you go rest in the lounge?”

“I don’t know how I fell asleep; must be your office sofa is just too comfy.”

“Is that so?”

Fraser ran his fingers through Summer’s soft hair, casually asking, “What would you like for dinner tonight?”

Leaning against his chest, Summer toyed with his tie. “How about something you make?”

A muffled chuckle came from his chest as Fraser laughed lightly. “Picky eater, huh? If you want me to cook, then what kind of service are you offering in exchange?”

Summer’s lips curved more broadly, pretending ignorance, her breath sweet as she asked, “What service?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

Fraser smiled. “How about you help me bathe…”

Summer glanced at him slyly. “Last time was when you were badly injured, and I’m pregnant. Do you really want me to strain myself?”

“Not at all.” Summer’s eyes twinkled mischievously as Fraser watched her charming demeanor, a rare emotion flickering in his eyes.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer, her delicate scent filling his nose. Summer remembered something and looked up at him.

“Fraser, I want to bring Pudding back to live with us.”

Knowing about Summer’s pregnancy, Fraser had kept Pudding away from her, even though the dog was clean and well-behaved. He was just being extra cautious.

Fraser hesitated. Knowing his concerns, Summer continued, “It’s okay, I’m over three months along now, the baby is stable. Plus, Pudding is bathed daily and gets regular check-ups; it won’t affect me. I’ve seen many pregnant women who keep dogs.”

After a moment of contemplation, Fraser took out his phone and called the servants to bring Pudding to the Graham Mansion. After hanging up, he saw Summer’s expectant look.

Fraser chuckled and pinched her nose, “Happy now?”

Summer was genuinely delighted. Even when she couldn’t remember Pudding, she loved it so much; realizing Pudding was the puppy she’d once rescued made her eager to see it immediately. It felt like regaining something precious.

She beamed up at Fraser, “Thank you.”

Fraser stood up, a slight smile on his lips, “Let’s go, my dear, let’s go home.”

Summer happily took his clean, long hand, following him out. Half an hour later, they arrived at the Graham Mansion. The new butler, Taylor, immediately greeted them with several servants.

Fraser, leading Summer inside, was met by Taylor, who respectfully asked, “Mr. Graham, any preferences for dinner tonight?”

“No need, I’ll cook.” As he spoke, the servants looked shocked.

Taylor, his jaw dropping then closing slowly in surprise, quickly ordered the servants to hurry. In the kitchen, Fraser removed his suit jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves. His arms, well-defined, stirred the ingredients expertly.

Summer leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching his silhouette as he cooked. Even from just his back, one could sense his distinguished aura. A man cooking indeed has a unique charm. Fraser, as if sensing her gaze, his deep, relaxed voice tinged with amusement, “I’m honored you’re watching me like this.”

Summer’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her eyes away.