Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

Helen Benson was immediately interested: “If you don’t tell me, then I’ll guess.”

Bluck ignored her.

“Not the British … Is that the Americans? Or Ukrainian? Or Australian? German …”

“I’m French.” Bluck was really unable to concentrate by her noise, put down his pen and looked up, a touch of helplessness floating on his handsome western face, “Satisfied now?”

Helen Benson shook her head, “Not yet. You’ll have to go out to dinner with me, and I’ll be satisfied.”

Bluck sighed, “I have a lot of things to do. I really don’t have time for you.”

In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that Helen Benson was a friend of Cecilia Glendon’s, he wouldn’t have allowed her into his studio.

Originally thought she a small girl can not make any waves, did not expect this put in with a radio put in their side.

She talks a lot.

“Then I’ll wait for you to get off work.” Helen Benson said, “I’ve got plenty of time today.”

Bluck is really speechless to her, and can’t kick people out, he can’t do that.

“Then you wait.” After dropping these words, Bluck lowered his head and went back to work.

I thought I would be interrupted endlessly by Helen Benson for the rest of the day, but I didn’t expect her to stop talking.

After about ten minutes of silence, it was Bluck who couldn’t help but raise his head and look towards her side, only to find Helen Benson asleep on the table.

She was wearing a strapless dress, no jewelry on her body, and her long hair was just draped behind her head, but her sleeping posture was really not good.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Perhaps because the desktop is cooler, her hands straightened out on the table, her face also pressed to the desktop, and she fell asleep like that.

Bluck thought she was faking at first, but then realized she was really asleep.

Maggie Oliver knocked on the door and the first thing she saw was a sleepy Helen Benson on the table. She froze and looked at Bluck and whispered, “She hasn’t left yet?”

Maggie Oliver thought Helen Benson had already left, after all, no woman who came to see Bluck could stay in his office for two hours.

“Hmm.” Bluck glanced up at a sleeping Helen Benson, “What is it?”

“There’s a document that needs to be signed by the teacher.” Maggie Oliver walked up to Bluck with the document and handed it to him.

Bluck opened it, looked at it, then took a pen and signed it with his name in style, and handed it back to Maggie Oliver.

Maggie Oliver took it and turned to leave, but after taking two steps, she was stopped by Bluck behind her.

“What’s wrong teacher?”

“Go get a blanket and cover her up.” Bluck gestured to Helen Benson.

Now is the summer, she greedy cool line, but to be always so blown by the air conditioning, it is not good for the body.

Maggie Oliver was stunned for a moment and looked at Bluck with some incredulity, “Cover her with a blanket?”

Gosh darn it, was this still the teacher she knew?

How can you care about someone other than Cecilia Glendon?

It’s terrible!

“A question?” Bluck gave her a look.

Maggie Oliver shook her head in a hurry, “No problem no problem, I’m on my way.”

Before walking out, Maggie Oliver muttered something that Bluck didn’t hear clearly.

But if he had heard, he might have been furious and had no words to say.

Because Maggie Oliver is saying that the 10, 000-year-old ironwood tree is blooming …

Helen Benson slept straight into the afternoon, she woke up from a dream and opened her eyes, seeing the surroundings a bit strange, she hurriedly straightened up, and the blanket covering her also slipped down.

She looked somewhat dumbfounded at the blanket that had fallen off her body, stunned.

Is this …?

“Awake?”

Just as Helen Benson’s mind was dazed and confused about how to function, Bluck’s voice came from the side.

Helen Benson subconsciously whipped her head around to see Bluck sitting at her desk, looking at her blandly, “Go back when you’re awake.”

“What time is …?” Helen Benson asked in a frozen voice.

“Three o’clock in the afternoon.” Bluck said.

She is also able to sleep enough, actually slept until now.

Helen Benson rubbed her sore neck from sleep, “Thanks.” She gestured to the blanket she was clutching in her hand.

Seeing the blanket, Bluck averted his gaze a little unnaturally: “Maggie covered it.”

“Maggie ?”

“My assistant.”

“Oh …” Helen Benson had just finished answering when she heard her stomach growl and she remembered she hadn’t even eaten her lunch.

“Have you had lunch yet?” She asked Bluck.

Bluck shook his head, not saying anything.

Helen Benson’s heart then balanced a little, if Bluck said eat, she absolutely did not say anything to rush to fight with him.

He didn’t even call her for lunch!

But if you didn’t eat it …

“Let me buy you dinner.” She looked at Bluck with glowing eyes, “Anything you want to eat.”

Bluck a thirty year old man, actually invited to dinner by a twenty year old girl?

He wanted to laugh at himself as he listened.

“Let’s go.” She had been sitting here all day in the end, and it would not be very humane of him not to say yes again.

“Really?!” And Helen Benson’s eyes widened in surprise after hearing this from Bluck, “Really?!”

“So no more going?”

“No!” Helen Benson immediately got up from her chair and then folded up that blanket and placed it properly on the table, “Go go go! I’m starving!”

Seeing this reaction from her, Bluck was also very helpless and had to pack up and get up.

Maggie Oliver walked in, she was supposed to report on her work, but before she could say anything she was cut off by Bluck: “I’m going out, I’ll talk to you when I get back.”

Maggie Oliver let out an oh, and seeing that Helen Benson was also awake and full of excitement, guessed that they were probably going out to dinner.

Bluck left the office first, and as Helen Benson passed Maggie Oliver, she made a point of stopping to thank her: “Thank you for the blanket.”

“A blanket?” Maggie Oliver froze, then saw that the blanket she had covered herself with was now neatly folded and placed on the table, she waved her hand somewhat casually, “It’s nothing, the teacher told me to cover it.”

Hearing this, Helen Benson suddenly smiled badly and went after Bluck who was walking in front of her with a brisk pace.

Maggie Oliver looked at the backs of the two of them as they left one after the other and tsked twice.

She had the feeling that her own teacher would soon be off the hook.

“Master, in fact, you still care about me in your heart, right?” This side, Helen Benson chased out then smiled and said to Bluck.

“What?” Bluck didn’t understand what she meant.

“If you didn’t care about me, why would you let your assistant tuck me in.” Helen Benson looked smug.

Bluck said faintly, “I would have asked Maggie to help with the blanket if it were anyone else.”