Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes
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Chapter 220: He Did What She Did

Alva caught the scent, frowned and opened her eyes.

Seeing the face on the table, she froze for two seconds, and her thoughts returned.

The noodles were delivered.

Alva looked at Ambrose to see if he was finished and noticed that Ambrose was looking at her.

And Ambrose touched her gaze, his eyes flickered, his fist pressed to his lips, and he coughed softly.

The roots of the ears are not obvious red.

Alva, unaware of Ambrose's abnormality, looked at the file he was still holding and asked, "Ambrose, are you done?"

Ambrose closed the folder. "Not yet."

"Then we'll see after breakfast."

"HMM."

The two had breakfast, and Alva still ate before Ambrose, and when she finished, she said, "Ambrose, tell me what's wrong with the plans." Ambrose wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked at her. "I don't see a problem yet. I'll let you know when I see one."

"Good," said Hermione.

After Ambrose finished eating, Ambrose said: "Go back to the hotel,

you rest, I have a good look at your design."

Looks like she didn't sleep last night, dark circles under her eyes.

Alva, who was sleepy, nodded, "OK."

The two went back to the hotel, Alva went to her room and fell asleep in bed, while Ambrose took the design and looked at it carefully.

Look at her details, and the fabrics and colors that she says on the side.

By the time he finished, it was two hours later.

Ambrose took the phone and called Jason.

"Ambrose."

"Jason, the design draft for Alva is out. I will send you the fabrics that need to be used. You can contact our previous manufacturers to see if they have any in stock." Jason was surprised.

Ambrose send him the fabric he needs?

This isn't Alva's job, okay?

Although in doubt, but still said: "OK."

Ambrose opened his laptop and emailed the information to Jason.

Soon Jason replied, "Ambrose, I'll get back to you when I get the results."

"OK."

Alva slept until noon.

She looked at the time and sat up immediately.

I wonder what happened to Ambrose.

Alva immediately called Ambrose.

"Alva."

"Ambrose, I'm sorry, I didn't wake up until now, the design..."

"No problem, I have asked Jason to contact the manufacturer of the fabric to be used. I will ask him to contact you then." Alva stopped.

It was her job to contact the manufacturer, but the boss did it.

Alva didn't know what to say.

Ambrose didn't hear her and said, "You're listening?"

"Here, Ambrose, I'll take care of that."

He doesn't have to do it.

"I'm fine, too."

"Well, you have rested, it's noon, go to dinner."

Alva said, "Ambrose, you go eat, I'm going to design accessories."

Ambrose put his hands in his pockets. "So, you're telling me that my boss is so hard on you that you don't have time to eat?"

"No, I..."

"We'll have dinner in twenty minutes, and I won't stop you from doing whatever you want after dinner."

Ambrose hung up the phone.

Alva frowned as she listened to the busy tone on her phone.

She didn't want Ambrose to be special to her, nor did she want her to have contact with Ambrose outside of work.

But...

Alva got out of bed to wash.

He should be leaving in two days.

It was only these two days, after which she did what she had to do.

The two went to dinner, Ambrose was true to his word, and after eating, he no longer cared about her.

When Alva went back to the hotel, she took out the notes she had taken at Philip's and began to look through them.

But after reading it, she decided she still had to look for Philip.

She wanted to stay in his factory for two days to learn the old craft.

She thinks she might be better at designing once she gets started. Alva calls Philip.

"Philip, I'd like to come to your factory and learn some handwork, OK?"

"Sure, I'm at the factory right now, when are you coming?"

"At once."

"Ok, I'll wait for you at the factory."

Alva gathered her things and immediately went to the factory.

All the workers in the factory are busy. Alva enters and sees Philip in the workshop.

'Philip,' he said.

Alva called. Walk over.

When Philip saw her, he smiled and said, "Here you are. I've got a place for you. Over here."

"Good," said Hermione.

Alva went over, Philip took the materials, explained to her how to use the tools on the desktop, showed her, showed her himself, and Alva wrote them down. "You try, I'll watch."

"Good," said Hermione.

Alva started to do it, she did it slowly, slowly, one movement at a time, there was nothing wrong.

Philip nodded with satisfaction. "Good. You're really smart."

As soon as you learn.

Alva smiled and said, "Just write it down."

"Go ahead, Philip, and I'll call you if I have any questions.”

"Good," said Hermione.

Alva is busy at night.

Philip asked her to go to dinner, but she did not eat, and studied alone.

Very serious.

Philip had never seen someone so hardworking and conscientious that he left Alva alone.

Alva does this when employees are off work.

They worked overtime.

I got off work just before 10:00.

Philip said, "How does it feel?"

"Good, it feels like I've got the whole outline in my head."

Philip smiled and said, "That's good."

"I'll come back tomorrow," Alva said.

Understand more clearly, more thoroughly.

"Yes."

Alva got in her car and left the factory and went back to her hotel.

When she got back to the hotel, she didn't rest, took a notebook to remember what she learned today, and then wrote it down.

This busy is the early morning.

She looked at the time, closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.

She was supposed to go back to Paris in a week, and now it's almost a week.

But she thought it would be better if she finished her accessories here

and then went back to Paris.

Tomorrow, tomorrow she'll tell Ambrose what she's thinking, stay here for a few more days, and go back when the accessories are ready.

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