Chapter 51 Sweet lunch 20

CHAPTER 51 Sweet lunch 2.0

“IS THERE A problem?”

He glanced at me for a moment before speaking. “Dad asked me a favor.” He did not continue what he had to say because his jaws tightened first.

“It’s okay, I understand.” I draw a frugal smile on what I said after I caressed his arm.

Again he sighed heavily. He took a few more minutes before we reached our house. I stayed in the car for a few more minutes because I didn’t want to end the night like this.

I looked down at the ring I was wearing. I even slightly caressed it and once again marveled at its quality and beauty. My heart turned into a sunburned red. I never thought I would wear it a second time.

“It looks more beautiful when you wear it,” Lawrence muttered.

I was overwhelmed, my heart pounding even more as I watched him closes the gap between us. “Thanks for the ride. I-I better go,” I said in a stammer.

He just nodded, but I noticed his dark and scorching stares at me. I felt my knees trembled a bit. I feel like he absorbs my energy even when he does nothing.

“I’ll call you when I get home. I promise,” he muttered closely.

I was not able to close my eyes, even though his hot breath hit my cheek. I don’t want this moment to come to an end. For the first time in a long time, my soul has peace. I like the feeling of being with him. I’m stress-free, and I felt anew.

The distance we have is even smaller. And as I was expected, his lips covered mine. It was a sweet and soft real kiss. The kiss that took my breath away and burning all the worries of yesterday.

That same night I could not sleep thinking of him. I still feel the butterflies churned in my stomach and the bees singing in my ears. I also glanced at the ring on my finger several times and the smile that had not disappeared from my lips.

The next day I received a bouquet of roses from him. I also could not help but shudder because of the attached letter from it.

I’ll pick you up at lunch. See you!

“Hey, who’s sending the flowers?!” Karen went into my office with a cup of coffee and simply glanced at the letter on the card.

I just smile at her. I fold the card and put it in my drawer.

“Hmm . . . That smile of yours? That’s where I’m really nervous!” she said to me with a raised eyebrow.

“Uhm,” I shook my head.

“Are you in love again?! Admit it; you’re blushing!” she teased.

Blushed burned through my cheeks, I could not deny what she said. I know it is not easy to trust again. It was not easy to open my heart to him again, but I wanted to gamble again and make Clarence feel like he had a complete family.

I look indefinitely at the clock, and every move of its hand coincides with the beating of my heart. I could barely concentrate on the papers in front of me either because Lawrence occupied my mind. I also want to pull the time so we can meet again.

Karen walked hurriedly to my office until the appointed time and informed me that Lawrence is in the lobby.

“In fairness, Madam! It looks like he is better than Peter!” Karen exclaimed.

I sighed at that. Instead of repeating what she said, I instructed her to let Lawrence come into my office.

I almost hurriedly applied lipstick and retouched the blush on while waiting for him to enter.

The door begins to open, and my heart was pounding hard. Then finally, Lawrence walked through the door wearing a hot smile on his face.

“Hi!” he greeted.

My heart immediately jumped even more as his killer dimple flashed on his cheek. He looks magnificently hot in his office attire. His dark features and rough look makes my heart thumping hard. No matter what he wears, it will suit him, especially with his broad shoulders and round legs.

“Hi. Please come in!” I stuttered. I quickly got up from my working chair and greeted him.

“Did you like the flowers that I sent to you?”

He lowered his head down and stare at me closely. My lips parted because he almost kissed me as we approached each other.

“Y-yes. It’s beautiful,” I said.

“I’m sorry if I didn’t make a call last night. My battery was drain.”

I nodded uncontrollably. The truth is that I really waited for his call last night.

“It’s okay. I also fell asleep right away.”

I quickly looked down, knowing that his hovering over my face more. We were in that position for a few more minutes before he spoke again.

“Shall we go?” It was nice to have a hand in front of me.

Without hesitation, I reached for his hand, and as we walked out of the building, the employees did not hesitate to look at us.

Karen was also one of those who were cheering for me silently. They know what I went through before. And I’m happy that they’re all by my side, even in the happy time I have.

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AFTER ABOUT HALF an hour’s drive we reached a famous hotel. I just have Lawrence’s attention even though many look at him, thinking they’re going to have a stiff neck.

The hotel lobby is Mediterranean-inspired, from the red tile to the chandelier that dances across the luxurious hall. There’s also a grand staircase leading the way up to the next floors.

“Good afternoon, Mr. President!” A uniformed man greeted us and took his key.

I’m shocked! Is he the owner of this luxury hotel? He never told me how big his properties were.

I glanced at him for a moment. I watched his dark features and how he looked so intensely hot in his suit.

Lawrence held my hand gently. He looked at me over his shoulder and smiled broadly. I’m completely fascinated with his mouth and how everything going smoothly when I’m with him.

We headed into the elevator, and while inside, I was almost deafened by the strength of my heartbeat.

I’m actually feeling nervous right now. The more we landed on the 30th floor, the more my heart almost came out of my chest. I thought we were just going to eat out. He didn’t mention where he would take me.

He seemed to read what was on my mind when we stopped at a big one-door.

“This is my place. This is where I spend my time, mostly when I have free time,” he said as he swipes the door open.

I stepped in, but even before my eyes rolled around, I was amazed. The floor was tiled in fine marble. The embroidered silk sofas surrounded a large flat-screen television, and exquisite paintings hung from the rich red wall. I was shocked when I felt his gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Just feel at home. I just change,” he said before he left and entered one of the rooms there.

I had the opportunity to look around the entire living room, and the one that caught my attention was the photo on the dresser.