The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

This time, Chestor Ware deliberately withheld information, hoping it would encourage Taylor Ware and Greg Jensen to communicate more.

If those two came together, he wouldn’t have to worry about the Ware Family’s future anymore.

“When you exchange information with Westland Pharmaceuticals, make sure to explain that our herbs have much better effects than ordinary ones and yield more active substances when extracted.

Also, remember to record the negotiation to keep evidence, which will be convenient for us to raise the price later…”

Sure enough, as she listened to Greg Jensen’s plan, Taylor Ware’s expression gradually turned excited, and her eyes began to show a hint of infatuation.

She hesitated before saying, “It’s hard to explain over the phone, how about… we have dinner together tonight?”

Greg Jensen was startled, and the image of long legs and a smoothly contoured body involuntarily appeared before his eyes.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, and he swallowed subconsciously, saying, “I can’t tonight, I have a session with a personal trainer.”

“Oh, alright then.”

Taylor Ware’s voice trailed off, filled with disappointment.

Greg Jensen quickly added, “Call me if you run into any trouble, anytime is fine.”

“Hmm, alright.”

Taylor Ware’s tone softened a little, and then she hung up.

Greg Jensen let out a sigh of relief, called Trey Holmes over, and took out the Fragrant Spirit Grass from the car, saying:

“You must take good care of this grass for me, even if the house catches fire or the world ends, you have to protect it.”

Snort!

Trey Holmes couldn’t help laughing at his exaggerated statement and asked, “Is a plant really that important?”

Greg Jensen replied seriously, “I’m not joking with you, this plant is more important than my life.”

Hearing this, Trey Holmes grew solemn and promised, “Don’t worry boss, I’ll take good care of it.”

“Actually, it’s not that difficult to look after, just move it out to bask in the noon sun each day, and that’s it.”

“Got it, I’ll remember that.”

The villa hadn’t been lived in for a while and had gathered some dust. Trey Holmes called a few house cleaners over, and they started tidying up vigorously.

She took the opportunity to drive back to the Imperial Scenery Community with Greg Jensen and moved over the things they needed.

Once she was done, the cleaning ladies had also finished up.

Glancing at the time, Greg Jensen said, “Alright, you stay here tonight, I’m heading back to Imperial Scenery Community.”

“Er, okay, will you be coming back tonight?”

“We’ll see.”

Greg Jensen smiled and drove away.

Trey Holmes couldn’t help muttering, “It looks like the boss is going to have one more woman.”

…

Ever since returning from the Inspection Bureau, Greg Jensen had been giving Jophia Locke the cold shoulder, not calling her even once.

A week had passed since their last “training” session, and as expected, Jophia Locke grew impatient and took the initiative to call him, asking if he had any time.

“I wonder if I can unlock the top-tier package this time.”

The image of Jophia Locke crossed Greg Jensen’s mind, but then he couldn’t help comparing her body to that of Taylor Ware.

Their figures were similar, both the athletic type without extra fat or too much muscle.

They both had smooth body lines, creating a feel of natural harmony and beauty.

The only difference between the two was that Taylor Ware was slightly flatter, while Jophia Locke was fuller.

Greg Jensen was driving when Jophia Locke’s call came through.

“Hello, Mr. Jensen, have you arrived?”

Jophia Locke’s tone was tentative, lacking the initial high and mighty composure and chilliness.

The corners of Greg Jensen’s mouth curved into a silent smile, and then he replied indifferently,

“I just left the house and it will take me a while to get there. I’ll send you the passcode, and you can go in yourself.”

“Alright.”

“Mhm.”

With that, Greg Jensen ended the call directly.

Imperial Scenic Community.

Jophia Locke looked at the disconnected call and helplessly sighed.

These past few days Greg hadn’t contacted her, which indeed made her anxious, but she still wasn’t ready to offer the top-tier package.

She felt that things obtained too easily seemed cheap and wouldn’t be cherished by the other person, so she planned to spend more time with Greg before considering the matter of the top-tier package.

However, after these days of cold treatment, she suddenly felt hesitant again.

Greg didn’t skimp on payment, and he was a decent person; giving him the top-tier package seemed like a decent choice.

The passcode was sent quickly, and Jophia Locke opened the door and walked inside.

Looking around the spacious and bright room, a sense of determination rose in her eyes. She took off her clothes and went into the bathroom to start bathing.

After a while, Greg opened the door and came in, hearing the sound of water in the bathroom; he smiled knowingly, went back to the bedroom for a quick rinse, and changed into a set of home clothes.

By the time he came out of the bedroom, Jophia Locke had just wrapped herself in a towel and walked out.

Her figure was so tall that the towel was slightly short, just covering her thighs and snowy white bust.

Straight, long, round legs were thus exposed to the air.

In the elegant collarbone, lingering droplets glistened transparently.

Her slightly damp hair lay casually draped, emanating a faint fragrance.

Greg’s heartbeat sped up, and his breathing became quick.

Jophia Locke hadn’t expected Greg to come so quickly. Seeing his lustful gaze, her face suddenly turned red, and she said nervously,

“Mr. Jensen, when did you get back?”

Greg smiled, pointing to his hair, “I’ve been back for a while now and have even finished my shower.”

Jophia Locke’s face became even redder, murmuring, “A woman’s bath… takes some trouble.”

“Alright, let’s start.”

“Ah, are we starting right now?”

Jophia Locke raised her head and looked at Greg in a fluster.

Greg just chuckled, “I meant let’s start the massage, what were you thinking?”

“Oh, right… okay.”

Jophia Locke breathed a sigh of relief and followed Greg to the bedroom, straddling him to start the massage.

Come to think of it, ever since becoming Greg’s private tutor, almost all her work had been that of a massage therapist, and she had not once done her actual job as a personal trainer.

Jophia Locke was lost in thought while massaging Greg.

Just then, Greg suddenly turned around, making their positions instantly awkward.

Jophia Locke jerked as if electrocuted, about to get off, but was then pulled back by Greg.

Greg gazed at her with a smile, “Coach Locke, we’ve been together for so many days now, when do you plan to offer the top-tier package?”

“Let’s… wait a bit more…”

Jophia Locke resisted feebly, her eyes gradually clouding with confusion, her cherry lips slightly parted, exhaling warm breaths.

“Mr. Jensen, it’s too soon…”

“Too soon? I think it’s just right!”

“Mhm…”

Jophia Locke felt as though she was dreaming. In the dream, she was back at her grandmother’s house, where her cousin took her on a small boat to go fishing.

The little boat bobbed with the waves on the lake, swaying so much that her heart was scattered.