Cormac was cupping his forehead while massaging his temples. He didn’t respond for quite a while.
Loredana continued to stand rooted to the spot as her heart pounded in her chest. She did not know what his response would be.
“Can you please come with me back to the Flores family for once?” Loredana repeated her plea.
His answer was very hoarse and soft. “Oh?”
Why doesn’t he just directly answer me? Loredana was struggling to ignore her frustrations. She wanted to rephrase her request, but after turning the idea around in her head for a while, she still thought she was being a little inappropriate. As she continued to wrack her brain, her gaze fell on his movements.
He was rubbing his temples at the moment.
Since she was asking for a favor from him, Loredana suddenly had an idea. She walked behind his desk and over to him while speaking awkwardly. “Here, let me help you.”
He put down his hands and shut his eyes as if granting her permission.
Loredana didn’t have any prior experience giving massages, so she tried to press on his temples lightly.
As her fingers touched his skin, she felt his body tense.
Loredana imagined he must feel a little uncomfortable; so she lessened her strength while asking tentatively. “Is this good enough?”
His muffled voice answered her with approval.
Loredana continued to rub his temples on both sides of his face, exerting the exact amount of pressure he seemed to like. His skin was devoid of excess fat and was very elastic. From her perspective, she could take in his well-sculpted face, neck, Adam’s apple, and side profile. It was a very sexy sight.
Loredana averted her gaze, not wanting to lose herself in such a sight.
She ventured again, “I don’t mean anything more by asking you to accompany me back home. It’s just a simple dinner.”
His eyes were half-closed and it was clear he didn’t believe her words, replying in a sarcastic tone. “Is that so?”
Loredana’ heart leaped into her throat. It seemed that nothing could escape his intuition.
She decided to be honest with him. “I want to display our ‘mutual affection’ in front of Garrett so I can get back what used to belong to me from him. With that in mind, Mr. Mendelsohn, will you please accept my invitation?”
Loredana was afraid of the prospect of him rejecting her bluntly, so she added. “Mr. Mendelsohn, I was almost scalded by hot water today. If it wasn’t because of your girlfriend thinking too highly of me, I don’t think such an accident would have happened, don’t you think so?” She paused briefly before adding, “Last time we were at home, I had just finished a translation for you and we agreed on a price for my labor.
However, you haven’t paid me yet. I spent the whole night on that translation, but now I’m not asking for the money anymore. You just need to do me this favor, Mr. Mendelsohn.”
He finally looked up at her, “If that’s what you really want, then there’s no way I can refuse you anymore.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mendelsohn—”
Someone knocking on the door cut off Loredana before she could finish her words.
Loredana tensed and she abruptly removed her fingers from Cormac’s head as she stepped aside.
Cormac just eyed her without saying a word. He approved of her reaction at that moment.
Loredana looked at the floor while twiddling her thumbs. Her palms were soaked in a cold sweat at the moment. If she hadn’t been aiming to borrow some of Cormac’s influence, she would never have flattered him like that.
She didn’t have anyone backing her in her endeavors so she could only employ the services of her
“husband” to retrieve what used to belong to her.
Helen entered the office with some documents in her hands, and when she caught sight of Loredana, a hint of brutality flashed across her eyes…
Helen entered the office with some documents in her hands, and when she caught sight of Loredana, a hint of brutality flashed across her eyes.
Was this woman trying to seduce Cormac while she was gone?
Cormac was hers. Loredana should never trespass this area!
She wanted to slap Loredana so much.
However, at this moment, Cormac spoke up instead. “What’s the matter?”
“I need your signature on this document,” Helen hid the brutality away immediately, forcing a smile while answering him.
He grabbed the documents and started to leaf through them. He paused to ask Loredana to leave.
“You’re not needed here at the moment. You may leave us now.”
Loredana gave him a small nod before exiting his office.
“Cormac, she—”
“I have asked for her to translate something for me. Is there something wrong with that?” His face was unfazed as he interrupted her.
There were no traces of him lying by looking at his face. He was secretly taking responsibility for what had happened to Loredana recently. He knew full well about Helen’s unfriendly attitude toward Loredana, but he couldn’t do anything to change the situation.
He had some responsibility when it came to Helen.
“No, nothing.” Helen walked over and started to give him a massage. “You can leave such things to me in the future.”
Cormac simply mumbled some response.
After getting off work, Loredana stood by the road next to the building. She saw a black car slowly emerged from the garage and she unconsciously straightened her back. She knew the identity of that person in the driver’s seat.
The black car rolled to a stop in front of her. Abbott wasn’t with Cormac so he was driving himself. The window rolled down and Cormac’s calm gaze came into view.
Loredana was wearing a red dress with a flat collar. Her waistline was accentuated and the dress reached just below her knees. Her pale legs were exposed to the slightly chilly night air.
As she felt his burning gaze, Loredana hastily explained. “I didn’t want to be dressed too casually and embarrass you. After all, I am still your ‘wife.’ ”
She was deliberately giving the explanation because she was afraid Garrett would see through her lies and realize they didn’t love each other.
During afternoon break, Loredana had specifically returned to the villa and picked out the particular dress. She’d never worn it before. It was given to her by Sampson on her eighteenth birthday.
Loredana was always fair-skinned and the bright red colored dress was able to emphasize her skin’s contours even more. Her collar bones were sculpted and her neck was without any excess fat. She exuded charm.
She was a sight to behold.
A faint glint appeared in Cormac’s eyes and he dully said “Get in the car.”
She sat in the passenger’s seat while thinking about what would happen next. Since they were returning to the Flores family home, she had to put on her best performance.
Cormac was strangely too calm and Loredana couldn’t guess what was on his mind at all.
Could it be that her attire was not appropriate? She rarely wore anything that stood out like the bright red dress. Back then, Sampson had commented that it suited her very well.
As the scenery flashed by outside the window, the shadows moved ambiguously across Cormac’s handsome face. He looked like someone who only existed in a dream.
He felt unreal and distant, just like their relationship; so near, yet so far.
After deliberating for a while, she voiced her concerns. “Is my dress not up to your standards?”
Cormac’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, but his fingers jerked up slightly. He shot her a glance and spoke up. “You’re fine.”
Loredana relaxed the tension in her body a little, while not wanting to continue the conversation.
Neither of them spoke for a while and a blanket of oppressing silence hung over the air in the car.
Loredana’ gaze swept over his hands gripping the steering wheel. His fingers were long and chiseled.
His fingernails were immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the same impact on others as his face. It was an unforgettable sight.
“Do they look that good?” His gaze was still trained on the road ahead.
After hearing what he said, Loredana only then realized she’d been staring at him for some time. She instantly shifted her gaze elsewhere and pretended not to hear him.
Cormac turned toward her slowly with his lips curled into a devious smile. “Is my face more good-looking than my fingers?”
Loredana continued to pretend not to hear him and even pretended to fall asleep.
She was criticizing him furiously in her heart. Where did his aloofness and nobility disappear to?
Why did he suddenly sound like a narcissist?
After roughly twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of the Flores family villa.
Garrett was home earlier than usual, and Beulah had been busy preparing the dishes for dinner. The scale and quality of the food were very acceptable, in Garrett’s opinion. He seemed like he’d forgotten about their previous unhappy altercation for the moment.
“The First Miss is home,” the maid arrived to announce.
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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