The Substitute Bride

"Oh, you can give that to me. Thank you." Cassie accepted the tray from him and expressed her thanks.

"You're welcome. It's my pleasure. By the way, the gentleman who booked the breakfast also said that if you still felt uncomfortable, you could stay here to rest. He would arrange a sick leave for you at the hospital."

What did he mean?

Cassie stared at him. The gentleman who booked the breakfast? Who was he? Who was the mysterious gentleman that did all of these for her?

"Well, is the gentleman still at the hotel?" Cassie asked anxiously.

"I'm sorry, no. As a matter of fact, he didn't leave any contact information. He called us by telephone. You don't know who he is?" the waiter asked in surprise.

Cassie shook her head. Who could he be?

"I'm sorry I can't help you with that. Ma'am, please enjoy your meal. If you have any questions, feel free to call us," the waiter smiled politely.

"All right. Thank you sir," Cassie nodded and then closed the door behind her.

She placed the tray on the table and looked at it. The contents surprised her. It was chicken noodles and corn juice. It was her favorite breakfast. It seemed that the person who booked her breakfast knew her well.

Someone popped up in Cassie's mind. Could it be Nick?

She remembered when she was dating with Nick, she would prepare chicken noodles for him every morning. Nick said that it was the most delicious breakfast he'd ever had.

Cassie felt sad as she thought of the past. In fact, she almost felt like crying.

She breathed a sigh and told herself that it was all in the past and she should move on.

But who was the person in the first place? Could it be Nick who booked the breakfast for her?

Cassie decided to find out for herself. She felt herself get all energized when she entertained the idea of Nick still thinking and caring

eila felt weird, she still stood up and greeted her, "Welcome, ma'am. Can I help you? We have a lot of underwear for you to choose from."

The lady didn't answer, but nodded slightly. Then she walked around the store, touching products every now and then. Leila didn't know what to feel towards her.

Maybe she was just here to window shop. Leila figured she wasn't planning on buying anything especially with the way she was dressed. Leila decided to sit down and get back to her phone. She also suspected the woman of being a thief but she had CCTVs installed in her store so she was safe.

Not long after, the woman returned to Leila and said, "Ma'am..."

The sudden sound startled Leila.

She put down her phone and asked, "Can I help you?"

"I'm buying these," the woman said in a muffled voice. She had put a pile of underwear on the sofa. She didn't even try anything before deciding to buy them all.

Leila was fairly surprised. When she saw the pile, there were at least a dozen in there. It was a considerable sale.

When Leila finally came back to her senses, she felt elated. This was the luckiest day ever! This client was rich. The worth of what she was buying was almost equivalent to half a month's sales.