Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

What Helen Benson said Cecilia Glendon herself had expected.

Early on when Jamie Hall came to her Cecilia Glendon understood that they were not going to let themselves off the hook that easily.

Even without the Oswin Garcia thing.

Sure enough, they still have to force her to leave before they will be relieved, right?Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Cecilia Glendon sighed softly in the back of her mind, then brought the rim of her cup closer to her lips and took a sip of coffee.

The fruit is really bitter.

Helen Benson was still waiting for Cecilia Glendon’s answer, but she saw that Cecilia Glendon didn’t have any expression on her face and looked like she didn’t care.

“Sister Cecilia Glendon, what are you going to do?” She couldn’t resist asking.

“Let’s take one step at a time.” Cecilia Glendon put down her glass and said lightly, “Whatever they have up their sleeves, I’ll take it.”

“Sister Cecilia Glendon, don’t worry, I’m going to help you!” Helen Benson clenched her teeth.

“Thanks.” Cecilia Glendon smiled weakly at her.

It doesn’t matter if Helen Benson can help her or not, she has a heart that Cecilia Glendon understands.

“So, Sister Cecilia Glendon, can I come see you off when you leave?” Helen Benson asked.

“It depends.” Cecilia Glendon said, “If you don’t cry, then go.”

“Oops …” Helen Benson, not sure if she was thinking about the last time she left crying, covered her face a little sheepishly.

Cecilia Glendon also just smiled and didn’t say anything more.

The good thing is that although Helen Benson is still young, but non is still very clear, Cecilia Glendon does not want her to tell others what she agreed to, will keep her mouth shut.

The two spoke for a long time and later had lunch together before parting ways.

Helen Benson said she wanted to go to Bluck, and Cecilia Glendon didn’t stop her, but she had other things to do and wouldn’t go back to the studio for a while.

Helen Benson didn’t clamor to go with her, perhaps because she could see the stony expression on Cecilia Glendon’s face.

After the two separated Cecilia Glendon drove to the East Side Prison.

Gail Brown was locked up there.

When Cecilia Glendon was released from the hospital earlier, she wanted to visit her, but she couldn’t get past her own heart, and she still hated Gail Brown.

Hate her for her stupidity, for not having a brain, for getting Hedy Clark killed.

But now it was probably the reason for leaving, she suddenly wanted to see Gail Brown and wondered what was in her heart at the moment, repentant?

The visit was scheduled in advance, so Cecilia Glendon didn’t have to wait long to meet Gail Brown.

Through the glass, she saw Gail Brown slowly walk up to her in her prison uniform and sit down.

Gail Brown looked like she had lost a lot of weight, her face was haggard, and there was still the same lack of spirit in those eyes.

Even when she saw Cecilia Glendon, she only raised her dull eyes and swept her away, then lowered them and stopped looking at her.

Cecilia Glendon took the initiative to pick up the microphone, and within moments, Gail Brown also took hold of the microphone and slowly came to her ear.

“Did you come to see me laugh?” Over the receiver, Gail Brown’s voice was rough, as if she were an old woman, not at all like the voice she should be making at this age.

“Regret?” Cecilia Glendon asked, looking at her.

“Why should I regret it? I only regret that it wasn’t you who died!” Gail Brown lowered her voice, brown and hard to hear, and those eyes, which were originally devoid of any color, suddenly burst out with countless hatred when she said these words.

She is still not remorseful and still hates Cecilia Glendon.

Cecilia Glendon suddenly wanted to laugh, and indeed she did.

The corners of her lips pulled a very faint arc, but that arc was full of mockery inside.

She’s head over heels to think Gail Brown would repent, right, and regret the things she’s done.

“Gail Brown, it wasn’t me who put you in jail.” Cecilia Glendon said faintly, “It was old man Benson, who threw you in here himself, and for whom you are just a spent son.”

“So what?” Gail Brown sneered back, “You think that makes me hate him? No, the only person I hate is you!”

It’s because of Cecilia Glendon that she’s in jail. If it wasn’t for Cecilia Glendon, she’d still be out there living the life of the Miss Brown that should be hers, and it’s all Cecilia Glendon’s fault!

Looking at Gail Brown’s grim face, Cecilia Glendon spoke calmly, “I was wrong.”

She thought Gail Brown would be inside prison reflecting, but now, she was wrong.

The phrase “easy to change, hard to change” is an apt description of Gail Brown.

She put the microphone away, stood up, and voluntarily ended the visit, which was only a few minutes long.

As she got up to leave, she could still see Gail Brown standing inside with an angry face saying something, but unfortunately she couldn’t read lips, otherwise she would have known what Gail Brown was saying.

And Gail Brown seemed to realize that Cecilia Glendon couldn’t hear her, and she slapped the glass with great force, rattling it.

Only her series of actions drew the prison guards, and Cecilia Glendon’s departure without a backward glance.

Walking out of the East Side prison, Cecilia Glendon looked out at the gloomy sky and sighed slowly.

If Gail Brown’s temperament can’t be smoothed over the years in prison, then I’m afraid she’ll be out six years from now, and she’ll be up to no good again.

But that’s six years from now, there’s no need for her to think so long term now.

Cecilia Glendon stood still and shook her head with a helpless smile before stepping away.

She wanted to go back to the studio, but when the car reached the fork in the road between the studio and the Brown, she waited for the traffic light and had a temporary plan to go to the Brown.

Now that she is getting closer to Cecilia Glendon’s mother, she has to tell her about leaving in advance so that Cecilia Glendon’s mother can be prepared for it.

Cecilia Glendon’s mother was the only one at home when Cecilia Glendon arrived at the Brown, Allen Brown and Frank Brown were both busy at the office at this time.

Cecilia Glendon’s mother is in the kitchen working on a Western pastry when the servant enters the kitchen and says that Cecilia Glendon is here.

“Who did you say?” Cecilia Glendon’s mother didn’t hear her and froze.

“Miss Glendon,” the subordinate added.

When Cecilia Glendon’s mother heard this, she hurriedly put down the task at hand and hurriedly washed her hands before heading to the living room.

Cecilia Glendon happened to change her shoes and came through the foyer, where they met.

“Why are you here today? Not at work?” Cecilia Glendon’s mother asked curiously, although she was happy that Cecilia Glendon had come over on her own initiative.

“Nothing much happened, so I came over.” Cecilia Glendon replied, saw some flour on her face, so she raised her hand to wipe it off and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, following my aunt in learning some pastry making.” Cecilia Glendon’s mother smiled, “I remember you like it, try it later.”

“Good.” Cecilia Glendon nodded.

“Sit down.” Cecilia Glendon’s mother said, “It’s cold outside, isn’t it?”

“It’s okay, too.” Cecilia Glendon walked toward the living room, taking her jacket scarf off her neck along the way. The house was all air-conditioned, and although the house was large, it was warm enough.

“It’s almost New Year’s Eve, is the studio still busy?” Cecilia Glendon’s mother poured her a cup of hot tea and brought it to her hand.

“There’s nothing else to do after these few days.” Cecilia Glendon took the tea and held it in her hand, “I came over today because there is something I want to talk to you about.”