CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 130 All Depended On His Attitude

Chapter 130 All Depended On His Attitude

He said to Lilian, "You go to the CEO's office. Mr. Landau wants to see you."

Lilian was momentarily taken aback. Why did Francis want to see her?

She rose from her seat and followed Nelson to the office. Nelson helped her to knock on the door, then gestured for her to enter on her own.

Lilian pushed open the door, and inside, she found Francis engaged in a phone call.

She took small, measured steps toward Francis, positioning herself opposite from him, waiting patiently for him to finish his call.

He was clad in a simple black shirt, with two buttons at the collar left undone. The collar was slightly opened. When he propped his elbows on the desktop to make a phone call, Lilian could clearly see his indistinct chest from the collar.

She had seen him countless times under his clothes, but this subtle hint of allure, the tantalizing suggestion of what lay beneath, stirred the depths of her imagination like never before.

Francis hung up the phone. Upon raising his head, he noticed her fixed gaze on his partially unbuttoned collar.

He lightly tapped the desk with his fingers to draw her attention back to him.

Lilian hastily averted her gaze, lowering her gaze to the floor and waiting for his instructions.

"Come closer."

Lilian circled his office desk and moved beside him. However, as she did, there was a sudden tightening around her waist, causing her to sit down, rather unsteadily.

She found herself seated securely on Francis's lap.

She panicked, attempting to stand up, but he held her firmly in place. He leaned her closer, his warm breath brushing against the tip of her nose.

Francis said, "This way I can see you more clearly."

A rush of heat surged to Lilian's cheeks, reddening her face considerably. She glanced anxiously at the door. She had the constant feeling that someone might walk in at any moment.

She gestured, "Soon someone might come in."

Francis remained unfazed, "Are you afraid?" Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lilian was slightly startled and puzzled by his question. But soon, she understood his implication.

Whether she was afraid or not depended on his attitude. If he didn't recognize her identity, she would be perceived as a temptress around the company, which was naturally to be afraid.

Lilian sidestepped this topic and asked, "Why did you want to see me?"

"I will be away on a business trip for a few days. Would you like to accompany me?"

Lilian's face flashed stunned, he actually...... invited her to go on a business trip together, shouldn't he go with Julian?

Before she could respond, there was a sudden knock at the door.

Lilian hurriedly stood up, retreating a few steps to put some distance from him.

Francis glanced at her and then leaned back, raising one hand to casually fasten a button, "Come in."

It was Ms. Osborne, the manager of the secretariat -- Harriet.

This was the first time Lilian had seen her since joining the company, which took her by surprise.

Harriet was remarkably attractive, appearing to be in her late twenties. She wore professional attire and had shoulder-length curly hair.

She exuded an air of intellectual, pretty, smart and charismatic. And there was also a vague resemblance to Julian.

They were similar facial features, but upon closer scrutiny, they were entirely dissimilar.

Lilian stared at Harriet's face, her mind momentarily blank. It was filled with jumbled fragments that merged into a blur of confusion and emptiness.

Harriet seemed to sense something and turned her head to glance at Lilian, "A newcomer?"

Lilian came back to her senses, trying to calm the emotions on her face, and she nodded.

Harriet pressed her lips into a faint smile, "I've been on a business trip for the past few days, so I haven't been paying much attention to company matters. Mr. Landau, did you hire her?"