The Continent of Europe

Chapter 54's

...CHAPTRE 54...

...MEETING WITH THE ADLER...

After their 'secretly friend' bond is bonded, Rosaline and James agree to tell Oliver about it. Well, they couldn't hide it anymore since the day James sat in the cafeteria with Rosaline became a hot topic of corporate gossip.

Fortunately, no one dared to speak to the media. If they do, Oliver will make sure they lose their job.

Now, it was six months after they became friends. Be it Rosaline or James, both are always busy with their respective jobs. There was no time to celebrate their friendship even throwing a small party for it.

They are too focused on doing their work because the project is almost on target.

"I didn't expect this potato soup to be my favorite" said James, putting his tray on the table.

By the time Rosaline invited the man to lunch with her at the time, James was already used to cafeteria meals. As he said, potato soup was his favorite.

He always ordered the food and never got bored. Only Rosaline was bored from seeing potato soup for the past six months on her desk.

"You should order another. There's plenty of food here that I'm sure tastes good in addition to potato soup" Rosaline suggested as she pointed her spoon at James's face.

The man just snorted. "You're the one who introduced me to this soup, Smith. So take responsibility for making me like this, '" she laughed.

Rosaline gave him a dramatic look. "I think we're friends now," he frowned.

"Indeed, right?" With his mouth full, he answered.

"Friends don't call each other by their last names. That's not polite."

James shrugged his shoulder. "sorry. Old habits."

A bitter smile from her made Rosaline feel pity. "Then call me by my first name."

James looked away before focusing his attention on the emerald eyes he had always considered beautiful. "Rosaline," he called out with a smile.

"No Rosaline. Rosie!" yells.

With that James frowned. Baffled. "Isn't that the name your family calls so often?"

"Yes but Oliver, Jordan, and also Kaylie. They called me that. So call me Rosie."

James did not immediately speak or voice Rosaline's nickname as the girl told him to. He scrunched his forehead. Feels weird.

"Rosie," he said.

Rosaline smiled looking at James's ears that were flushed with embarrassment. "Nice one, James."

The blonde's eyes widened in shock as her first name just slid from Rosaline's mouth. It was as if the girl had already called him by his first name.

It doesn't seem that it's still strange to call Rosaline by her nickname, Rosie. Strange indeed but sure, although slowly James can certainly make his tongue used to call the name of the brunnete girl without the frills of the family name again.

"I heard my sister and Kaylie's construction is almost complete. They've already reached the evaluation, so maybe in October exactly the 1st of October their construction is completed."

"Yes I know. They were lucky to get a place undisturbed by the snow. You know for yourself, right? The reason we delayed the construction that time? Of course it's snow," he's frustrated.

Well, the target they set was not achieved given the snowy conditions in February that time did not allow for workers to work. However, luckily they had already gained lightness for it. It is not too late to reach the target of origin the results are satisfactory.

"Well, we can't blame the snow, James. Snow fell by itself. After a while our construction is also done," he shrugged, frustratedly stuffing his food into his mouth.

Lunch ends with Oliver calling the two of them into his room. In there, Oliver was already waiting with a stack of documents they had to check.

"Edinburgh," Oliver said, throwing the documents he read to Rosaline and James.

"Most of these documents are reports from five cities and five regions in London. The construction is done, they want you to go over there to check it out for evaluation. Edinburgh's the only one still in trouble."

"What's the problem this time, James?" Ask Rosaline.

James rubbed his head dizzy. "The problem of the land."

Rosaline cringing. "Don't you take care of the land there, Oliver?" Rosaline turned to look at Oliver.

Oliver nodded. "Yes. But there's someone who wants the land and makes a purchase at a great price."

"Who?"

"My father."

...•—— ⁠✿ ——•...

"Come, James!" Oliver shouted, "we must meet your father!"

Rosaline turned to look at James' pale face as they walked towards her magnificent home. Since then the blonde man continues to refuse and does not want to deal with his father, but Oliver continues to drag him.

So here they were, standing in front of his house that looked like a castle. James was still pale, stiff as a statue. Slowly, his feet moved. James tries to break into his house while Rosaline follows him behind.

"Don't act like that, James. Don't be nervous, you're making me nervous too!" Rosaline whispered, somewhat accelerating her pace to catch up with Oliver who was already inside.

There was a snort heard from him in response as he reached the door knob. "There's no one who wouldn't be nervous to meet my father, Rosie! Anyway, can you not call me James for this time? Only Adler and I will call you Smith."

Rosaline shook her head. "No, keep calling me Rosie. Let me call you Adler."

As soon as they stepped in, Rosaline and James were greeted by a woman. She appeared in a dark blue long dress, her hair tied back, and her head tilted as a wide smile fell on her face.

"My son," she called, "come here, honey."

James glanced at Rosaline first before stepping into his mother's arms. The woman pulled him tighter, ruffling his blond hair as James chuckled.

By looking at the scene in front of him and also the way the woman called James as her son. Rosaline knew that she was James' mother. His face was quite similar, although not very.

Her hair was long, jet black tied back. The curves of the smile on his face were clearly formed as his eyes slowly fixated towards Rosaline. With a small nod in his head, the woman greeted Rosaline.

"You are the girl on the train" he said calmly, letting go of James' embrace.

Rosaline raised an eyebrow before nodding softly after she reminded James of the words that day. It's about someone who took a picture of him with James while they were both on the train to Edinburgh.

"Hello, Mrs Adler," said Rosaline. He lowered his head lower to show his respect to the older woman.

"No. Just Minerva, don't call me Adler. If you call me by my last name, my husband, even me and James will be confused. The three of us have the same last name, honey," she chuckled.

With a flushed face, Rosaline nodded.

"Yes, Mrs Minerva."

Minerva could only smile in response before she finally turned and walked, leading the way towards her stately home as Rosaline and her son followed closely behind.

"I think she might be happy to see you, Ms. Rosaline," he said, made. Rosaline jumped in shock.

"Sorry, who?" he blinked.

Minerva turned. His face was calm and flat, so calm that made Rosaline anxious.

"My husband."