CEO’s Seduction Trap

Leila, “…”

Mason chuckled softly.

At that moment, Leila remembered the dream she had before. Mason had dug a huge pit, and though she didn’t want to jump, he had taken her down with him.

Leila’s non-argument clearly pleased Mason.

His hand around her waist tightened, and his eyes were full of amusement.

When they returned to the hospital room after shopping, Mason happened to receive a phone call and didn’t go upstairs.

In the hospital room.

Leila turned to Dasha and said, “Mom, I want to contact those creditors to get the remaining money from Dad.”

Dasha, drinking water, lifted her head at Leila’s words. There was no retreat in her eyes, just unusual determination. “You should. After you’ve called the creditors, give your dad a call and let him know.”

Leila nodded, “Okay.”

She left no room for Keith to maneuver and directly informed the other debtors.

Over the past few years, these debtors had dealt with Leila quite a bit and sympathized with her, “Hey, you’ve been through a lot with your mom these years.”

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They continued, “Sorry for the troubles we have caused, hope you can understand.”

Leila responded, “I understand. Debts should be repaid, that’s only fair.”

The debtor asked, “So, your mom’s divorcing your dad?”

Leila confirmed, “Yes, so, from now on, if there are any issues with my dad again, it has nothing to do with us.”

“Okay, I’ll contact your dad directly then.”

After ending the call with the creditor, Leila immediately dialed Keith’s number.

Keith was currently on his way to the Darren neighborhood. He angrily answered Leila’s call, “Didn’t I divorce your mom as you requested? Why are you calling me?”

Leila’s tone remained calm compared to Keith’s fury, “I’m just letting you know, I’ve informed those creditors of your contact information.”

Keith’s anger turned to resentment instantly, “What did you say?”

“I’ve paid off 70% of the debts you owed before. The remaining 30% is on you. Don’t think about suing to make my mom bear this debt. Otherwise, I’ll use the repayment records to ensure you pay back at least 20% of it.”

“Leila!!”

“Dad, in your marriage with my mom, she’s done everything she could. In our father-daughter relationship, I’ve done the same.”

Keith’s anger reached its peak, but for a moment, he couldn’t find words to retort.

Seeing his silence, Leila hung up the phone directly.

After ending the call, worried that Dasha might sense her bad emotion, Leila didn’t linger at the hospital. She greeted Dasha and went downstairs, intending to find Mason.

While waiting for the elevator, Leila ran into Dr. Hans.

Leila focused on her phone and didn’t talk to him.

After a while, the elevator doors opened and the two of them got on the elevator together.

As the elevator descended, Dr. Hans took a deep breath and frowned. “Leila, you may not understand my approach, but I want to tell you, things that come easy to you might be out of reach for others, people-” Before he could finish, the elevator doors opened.

Leila, focused on her phone, hadn’t spoken to him. As they stepped out together, Dr. Hans tried to continue, but Leila simply walked away without a glance.

The ups and downs of life, she thought she had experienced more than him. Everyone in the world suffered, and everyone in the world had something to sympathize with, but no one needed to pay for anyone’s suffering. She hadn’t caused it, it wasn’t her responsibility to pay for it, and she wasn’t in a position to save the family from their misery.

Leila walked out of the inpatient unit and headed straight for the parking lot.

At the parking lot.

Mason had just finished a call with Caleb. He lowered the car window a bit, preparing to light a cigarette, when Stefania’s innocent face appeared outside the window.

“Mr. Ramirez, could I have your contact information?” Stefania asked.

Mason leaned on the window without saying a word. Stefania’s cheeks reddened further, and she took out her phone, “Mr. Ramirez, I don’t mean anything else. I just feel sorry about what happened with my brother and wanted to send some local specialties to your home.”

Mason’s fingertips, holding the cigarette, casually pressed the butt, “Just want to send local specialties?”

The blush on Stefania’s face spread directly to her ears.

Mason lightly scoffed, “Don’t be shy.”

Stefania hurried to explain, “Mr. Ramirez, I really… I just…”

Mason glanced at her, mockery evident in his eyes. “Your tactics are so corny.”

Stefania didn’t finish her sentence; the blush on her face faded, turning pale.

“Get lost. My girlfriend will be out soon, I don’t want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings,” Mason said, then rolled up the window directly.

Stefania stared through the window, frozen in place, her face turning from pale to flushed.

Leila headed for the parking lot and found Stefania standing by Mason’s car. Before Leila could approach, Dr. Hans hurried over and grabbed Stefania’s arm, asking anxiously, “Has he been bothering you?” He meant Mason, who was smoking in the car.

Stefania shook her head tearfully, lips tightly pressed.

“I need to get back to the ward,” Stefania said, pulling her arm away from Dr. Hans and walking back towards the hospital building. Dr. Hans followed quickly.

When the two passed by Leila’s side, they stopped at the same time.

Stefania trembled as she apologized, “Miss Patel, I’m truly sorry.”

Leila glanced at her but had no intention of participating in any drama. She ignored Stefania and walked away.

But Dr. Hans grabbed Leila’s arm as she walked off. “Leila, Stefania apologized to you, didn’t you hear?”

“You can’t go too far.” he continued, his tone worsening, clearly displeased.

Leila was about to speak when she heard the car door ‘bang’, followed by Mason’s cold and sharp voice in the air, “Where are you putting your hands?”

Dr. Hans abruptly let go of Leila’s arm as Mason walked up beside her.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at Stefania next to Dr. Hans, and sneered, “Am I bullying you?”

Stefania shook her head, eyes red. “No.”

“Is it my girlfriend then?” Mason asked.

Stefania shook her head again. “No.”

Mason turned his gaze back to Dr. Hans. “Then what are you doing, Dr. Hans?”

After a moment, Dr. Hans gritted his teeth and said, “Mr. Ramirez, don’t push it too far.”

Mason smirked in response. Stefania’s tears fell rapidly as she apologized, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have presumed to apologize to Miss Patel.”

Even at this point, Stefania was calculating. She only mentioned Leila and didn’t say a word about Mason. After Stefania finished speaking, she didn’t wait for anyone else to respond and hurried away, wiping tears from her eyes.

Seeing her leave, Dr. Hans’s face turned completely grim. Mason mocked him, “Dr. Hans, aren’t you going after her?” Dr. Hans shot him a glance and quickly strode off to follow Stefania.

Watching their retreating figures, Mason sneered, “Clueless fool.”

“To most people, Stefania does indeed look more like the victim,” Mason lazily remarked, “But, I’m in the minority.”

Leila turned to look at him, saying, “Mason.”

Mason lowered his head, “Yeah?”

Leila chuckled lightly, “You do fulfill every expectation a woman might have of her partner.”

“So, any thoughts on extending my tenure as your boyfriend?”

Leila didn’t respond to his words and turned to walk towards the car, “What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll cook for you.”

Realizing Leila was avoiding the topic, Mason scratched his nose and said, “Anything’s fine.”

Leila opened the passenger side door and got into the car. “What do you like to eat?”

Mason walked around to the driver’s side and got in, but didn’t respond immediately. He lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, then suddenly reached over and pulled Leila towards the driver’s seat, holding her waist.

Leila struggled a few times but couldn’t break free, ending up on his lap. Mason stared at her intently. “What do you think I like to eat??”

Leila blushed furiously, hands pressed against his shoulders without answering.

Mason leaned forward, almost pinning her against the steering wheel. He kissed her at the corner of her lips, with one hand holding her waist and the other on her earlobe, he chuckled softly, “Leila, your ears are red.”

Just as Leila was about to push him away, Mason’s hand on her waist began to wander restlessly, lifting her skirt and slipping underneath…