Chapter 420: You Are Indeed Cute

Stefan insisted on staying there. Riya felt he was just as unreasonable as a child.

But he said those cute words with a stiff voice.

“Stefan, you’re acting like a spoiled child.”

Riya raised her eyebrows, couldn’t help smiling.

Feeling his hot breath on her neck, she held back her smile.

She pushed him but didn’t use any force.

“Get up. Weren’t you angry at me?”

Although she knew that she was too mean, Riya still forced herself to calm down. At this time, she must not admit defeat.

“Why are you here? Where’s your dignity?” said Riya, her voice softened.

Stefan was silent for a moment.

She suspected that he was seriously drunk. Maybe he had already fallen asleep on her body.

“Are you treating me as your pillow?” she thought.

Riya frowned and was about to push him.

Stefan seemed to feel her rejection and immediately lowered his body, pressing her even tighter.

He buried his head on her neck, breathed deeply and said, “I don’t have it.”

If he had dignity in front of her, he wouldn’t have been there.

His children would have been old enough to call her madam.

He wouldn’t have spent all these years…

He had no dignity in front of her!

Riya was stunned. She seemed to feel the strength of the man on her body.

She exhaled and was about to speak when Stefan kissed her.

She instantly felt his warmth, together with the alcoholic smell.

Riya was enveloped by the warm and humid air.

She wanted to push him away. But he gripped her hands and raised them above her head.

Riya felt the strength of his wrist and knew that he wouldn’t leave that night! Margaret did not expect rumors would spread so fast. She had only been absent

from work for a few days.

She was stuck in the pantry by two women.

Hearing the rumor about her, Margaret jumped up from her chair.

“What? Who, who said that?”

Lily pushed her back to the sofa. Her gaze fell on Margaret’s flat belly.

“You’re not?”

“I wish I am,” said Margaret.

Her face was full of grievance.

Summer and Lily looked at each other, “There’s something!”

“What stage have you and Mr. Jorgansen reached?”

Summer wanted to ask but was interrupted by Lily, “Which stage? They’ve got married.”

She turned to Margaret, who looked aggrieved, and asked, “When are you going to have a baby?”

Margaret looked up at them and snorted, “I really can’t do anything. I wish Julian would stuff a baby into me.”

Summer was stunned. “You haven’t come to work these two days. Wasn’t it because of your pregnancy?”

Margaret curled the corners of her lips. “I was just on period.”

Summer and Lily rolled their eyes one after another. It was because of her period!

“You are surely different from us. As the boss’s woman, you can easily take days off just because you were on your period. We are not as lucky as you. We’ll have to stay in our position even we have metrorrhagia.”

Summer sighed and sat back on the sofa.

They initially thought that Margaret would bring them gossip news, but now it seemed they had overthought.

Margaret was like an alkaline salt land.

No crops would grow on it!

“You and Mr. Jorgansen have been married for some time.”

Lily sized up Margaret and suddenly leaned forward, said mysteriously, “Tell me honestly, how is Mr. Jorgansen doing in bed?”

Summer, who had just withered up, suddenly regained her spirit.

Looking at Margaret’s flushed face and amorous expression, she chuckled. “Can’t

you see it?”

“Look at how glowing she is! Mr. Jorgansen is definitely awesome in bed!”

Lily covered her mouth with excitement.

Margaret felt kind of shy.

The three of them were in the mood when they saw Alan coming out of the CEO’s office.

His handsome face was full of grievance!

“Alan, have you been demoted by Mr. Jorgansen? Or did he reduce your salary?”

Summer turned around and gossiped.

Alan shook his head. His gaze fell on Margaret.

Lily’s eyes lit up. She stepped forward and said, “Did Mr. Jorgansen dislike you?”

Alan shook his head and sighed. “Mr. Jorgansen didn’t like the coffee I made. But I made it the same way as before. Yesterday too.”

“He didn’t say anything yesterday,” complained Alan silently.

He looked at Margaret with a wronged expression. “Miss Anderson, could you please make a cup of coffee for Mr. Jorgansen?”

“Sure!”

Margaret, who was sitting on the sofa, instantly stood up.

Summer and Lily glanced at her in disdain. But she didn’t mind it. Instead, she smiled shyly and whispered, “I’ll go make the coffee.”

After that, she ran into the CEO’s office.

Summer shook her head, “So shameless!”

Lily nodded in agreement. “Too shameless!”

Alan asked curiously, “Do you think Mr. Jorgansen’s taste has changed? I tasted it. The coffee I made was very delicious. Why does Mr. Jorgansen think it’s tasteless?”

No milk, no sugar, only bitterness.

Summer and Lily turned around and gave him a stern look.

Summer stood up, patted Alan’s shoulder, and said earnestly, “You are a special assistant. Making coffee shouldn’t be your thing. Don’t waste your time on it.”

Lily also nodded. Then she got up and patted his other shoulder. “He’ll never like your coffee!”

The only coffee Julian liked was Margaret!

Alan watched the two women leaving and frowned. “Has the coffee gone expired?”

In the CEO’s office.

Margaret opened the door carefully.

Then she quietly poked her head in. Her dark eyes turned slightly, and her gaze fell on the man in front of the desk.

She blushed a little and quietly walked in.

“Alan said you want to drink coffee.”

There was a separate pantry Room inside Julian’s office. Margaret was standing opposite the office.

She looked at the man working in front of her. Her hands clutched, and her face blushed.

“So good-looking,” she murmured.

Margaret unconsciously laughed. Julian’s attention was caught by her laughter.

He raised his head and looked at her smiling face. She was about to drool. He lightly smiled and knocked on the table. His voice was light and gentle. “Where’s the coffee?”

“Coffee, oh, I’m going to make some.”

Margaret reacted and quickly walked to the bar counter. She couldn’t help but turn around and ask, “Do you want me to add some sugar?”

Julian looked at her and chuckled. “No need. It’s sweet enough!”

…

Sensing the gaze of Julian, Margaret blushed and quickly lowered her head.

She continued to make the coffee with a satisfied smile.

Her fair, pink little face became even hotter. Sensing Julian’s gaze, she subconsciously reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Why are you looking at me?”

Margaret muttered in a low voice as she brought over the coffee.

She felt slightly weird walking as if each of her steps had fallen on cotton. “Go on working.”

Margaret urged, not knowing where to hide under Julian’s invasive gaze.

Julian smirked, “Working too fast won’t reduce my workload. On the contrary, it might increase it…”

There was a message in Julian’s words. But Margaret didn’t get it.

“Then are you working or not?”

Julian put down the pen in his hand, took over coffee and put it on the table. Then he grabbed Margaret into his arms.

“Certain amount of rest could help me work more efficiently.”

Margaret staggered onto Julian’s thigh. She hooked her arms around his neck and curled her lips.

“Stop making excuses. You just don’t want to do work.”

Hearing Margaret’s words, Julian chuckled, his fingertips brushing across the tip of her nose.

“My Margaret has become smarter.”

“I’m always a smart person.”

Margaret muttered. The next second, she felt that something was wrong.

Julian had started examining her body.

Margaret felt something. She subconsciously twisted her body, wanting to get up.

His big hand firmly fixed her on his body.

Margaret blushed and whispered, “You’re still at work.”

Julian smiled and lowered his head, laid a kiss on her lips.

It was a light and quick one.

“I’m on break soon.”

He was the boss, so he could get off work a little earlier.

Margaret glanced at the clock on the wall and found it was indeed lunchtime soon.

She then pursed her lips in satisfaction and wrapped her arms around Julian’s neck.

Blushing, she whispered, “If you don’t work hard, how are you going to make money for me?”

Her current assets were handed over to Julian to manage. Although the money was hers, it was all under Julian’s name.

Margaret’s words made sense.

Julian nodded and loosened his hands.

“Since my lady has ordered. I should listen to her.”

Then he let go of Margaret and picked up his pen, was about to start working again.

Seeing this, Margaret stepped forward and hugged him tightly. Her unexpected reaction pushed him along a little bit. His lips fell on Margaret’s cheek.

Margaret looked beautifully stunning in his eyes.

The desire that Julian had managed to suppress was suddenly ignited again.

He stared at Margaret in his arms, said in a low voice, “Didn’t you want me to make money?”

Women are really fickle.

Margaret pursed her lips, not daring to look at the man above her. Her face was burning.

“Of course, you have to make money, but there is something else you need to focus on too. I’ll give you a day off today.”

Margaret slowly whispered, embarrassed and shy.

Her voice was like a stream slowly rang out in his ears.

Julian’s expression turned weird.

He smirked while staring at the woman in his arms. “You are inviting me!”

Margaret felt Julian’s burning breath.

His hoarse voice revealed the pressure he was feeling right now.

His eyes were full of desires.

He was invasive as if he could turn her into ashes at any time.

Margaret felt like burning.

She was stunned for a moment and quickly said, “Wait, let’s wait for the night!”

Then she struggled to get up, but Julian wouldn’t let her.

She accidentally knocked over all the coffee on the table.

The coffee was still boiling hot.

Both of them were caught off guard.

She jumped up in panic and embarrassment.

“Are you alright?”

Margaret subconsciously wanted to check at his pants splashed by coffee. But Julian grabbed her wrist.

“You were scalded.”

Julian’s eyes were dark and cold. He took Margaret to the lounge.

The water flowed on the back of her hand and washed her skin.

Margaret looked at her hand, which was slightly red because of the coffee, and pouted, “It doesn’t hurt at all. I’m not that delicate.”

Some girls would act dramatically under similar situations.

As if they had cancer.

She was scald, but it wasn’t that severe. She could bear the pain.

Julian glared at her and said in a deep voice, “You always make me worry about you.”

Being criticized, Margaret felt so wrong!

Her face instantly changed. And she retracted her hand with a groan. She thought she was tractable!

Seeing that Julian went to find the ointment, Margaret sniffed and said in a grievance, “Am I really that troublesome? I can’t do anything.”

She thought that she was just bad at studying.

She believed that she had some sort of ability to live, yet Orlenna had been scolding her all the time.

She was obviously more independent than those delicate girls from wealthy families.

But everybody called her troublesome.

She felt so sad…

Julian looked up and saw her depressed look. He took out the ointment and applied it to the back of her hand.

The cool feeling spread from the back of Margaret’s hand, but she did not feel very comfortable.

It wasn’t a severe burn. It would be fine itself.

She retracted her hand and said in a peevish tone, “I’m alright now.”

After saying that, she was about to walk out but was stopped by Julian.

She looked up at him weakly. “What else do you want?”

Julian sighed helplessly and stuffed the ointment into her hand. “What about me? You don’t care?”

It was only until then Margaret remembered that he had been scalded too. But she thought a man shouldn’t be that delicate.

Looking at the ointment in her hand, Margaret pursed her lips and said, “Can’t you apply it yourself?”

She was in a bad mood and didn’t want to care about him.

Julian hummed and began to untie his belt. Margaret was stunned.

She covered her face in excitement and waved her hand. “What are you doing? What are you doing in broad daylight?”

Julian laughed when he saw her glancing at him furtively while pretending to be “frightened”.

He curled his lips and said patiently, “Although you are troublesome, you are indeed cute.”

Margaret thought, “Is this a compliment? Is it?”

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