Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Sharon closed the door and walked over to him with the fruit plate in her hands. She said with a sweet smile, "Uh, Hazel cut some fruit and ask me to bring it up for you."
As the saying went, 'Not to reject a person who smiles at you'. After donning such an adorable smile on her face, he wouldn't kick her out of the room, would he?
"No, I don't want to eat it."
The straightforward remark extinguished half of Sharon's burning enthusiasm.
Why was he so cold?
Anyway, since she was here to ask for a favor, she had to force herself to present the fruits in her hands to him. "Eating fruit after dinner will make you healthier. You'd better eat some. It would do you no harm."
He stared at the woman in front of her with his dark eyes. Anticipation was written all over her small face as if to reject her would be to do something cruel.
Putting down the pen in his hand, Stanley knocked on the table. "Put it down."
Huh?
He started to soften down a bit, didn't he?
There was a silver lining after all!
Sharon couldn't help but feel pleased. She immediately put the fruit plate on the table and took the initiative to bring a piece of apple to his mouth with a small fork. "Let me feed you."
Stanley glanced at her and frowned. He never found it sweet to be fed by a woman, only disgusting.
He would never try such a disgusting thing.
However.
Sharon blinked her big eyes at him, holding up the apple in her hand. Her expression was obviously saying, "Come on. I've done so much hard work and anticipated your reaction. How can you not eat it?" He looked at her with a sly expression and unexpectedly opened his mouth. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.
Sharon immediately put the apple into his mouth.
Stanley turned his face away and cleared his throat. "Why did I do such a stupid thing? Am I insane?" he thought to himself.
"You must be tired. Let me massage your shoulders."
Putting down the fork in her hand, Sharon trotted to the man's back and began to massage him. While massaging, she asked sweetly, "How is the strength? Is it okay?"
She could not exert much strength from her hands. As she massaged his shoulders, it felt so soft and tender... it was exceptionally comfortable.
He narrowed his deep eyes and wondered what was playing in her mind.
"She would avoid me at any chance she gets in the past, but she is fawning over me now. What is she up to?"
He did not say a word throughout the shoulder massage. Sharon cheekily said afterward, "Well, Let me keep the fruit plate away. Your table is a little messy, I..."
"This is the confidential documents of my company. They are all contracts worth more than 100 million. Apart from me, there are only a few top executives of the Jones Group who can see them."
Stanley's faint voice resonated. Sharon immediately shrank back her outstretched hand, feeling extremely embarrassed. "I didn't touch it. I didn't see a word of it."
Seeing her nervous look, he curled his lips with a smile in his eyes. Suddenly, Sharon exclaimed as he reached out his hand, and when she came back to her senses, she had already fallen into his arms.
Their posture was very ambiguous.
Sharon swallowed nervously. "Why are you hugging me?"
Stanley looked down at her and said, "Isn't this your purpose?"
"What?"
Sharon was a little surprised. Could he already tell that she was trying to beg him to give her some slack so that she could pass the Jones Group's interview and get the job?
Was he a mind reader? How could he know what she was thinking?
"You've worked hard all night to attract my attention. It's just to seduce me, isn't it?"
Sharon was rendered speechless.
"You're overthinking this, Mr. President. I'm not seducing you, but I'm asking for your favor!" she cursed inside her head.
His scholarly image dissipated the moment he took off the glasses. His deep eyes revealed a slight languid sensuality. His rough fingers lifted her chin and then he lowered his head.
As their lips touched, Sharon suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Where did this situation lead her to now? Why were they suddenly kissing each other?