Hidden Flash Marriage: Love Me Back, Mr CEO

Anyways, he had to first of all get those containers out of the big boss’ face or they would trigger his anger the more.

He pushed open the door and walked in without making even the slightest sound.

He took brisk steps to the desk and reached his hands forward to carry the boxes.

But…

“Leave them here.” The Big Boss’ voice made his hands freeze midair.

Lucas’ eyes blinked dumbly. Were his ears in need of cleaning? But he had them cleaned yesterday. He glanced at his boss whose eyes didn’t leave the document he was assessing.

Lucas’ head tilted to the side. He had to have his ears checked. He stretched out his hands further but before they could land on the lunchboxes, Shawn’s head shot up and he gave him a cold hard glare.

The PA retracted his hands immediately.

A flood of confusion washed over him as he took two steps backwards and stood there in silence.

The CEO’s brows creased irritably when he saw this. What was the guy still waiting for?

Lucas caught on and quickly found something to say. “Sir, you’ll be attending a meeting in five minutes’ time.”

Well, that was true. The CEO would indeed be having a project update meeting with the top officials of the corporation.

The CEO nodded his head at this and lowered his head, concentrating on the document in front of him.

But the meeting wasn’t the reason why Lucas’ feet remained glued to the floor.

A few seconds later, Shawn noticed that the man had still refused to get out of his sight. He raised his head and swept a cold look over Lucas.

The PA began to cough incessantly.

Did his boss really want him to leave without taking the food away? Did he really mean it when he asked him to leave the lunchboxes as they were? The man was really hard to decipher. He was unpredictable–like weather.

Lucas planned on sharing the food amongst the employees but seeing that…

He opened his mouth to speak: “But… Boss, are you really sure…” His voice trailed off.

He had to confirm.

Maybe he didn’t hear correctly just now.

Shawn shot his gullible assistant a freezing glare and the man swallowed uneasily.

So as not to get himself into anymore trouble, he bobbed his head, “Then.”

Quickly, he disappeared from the office.

The CEO returned to work after his personal assistant left.

But a while later, he subconsciously took a peek at the lunchboxes beneath his long eyelashes.

That damned girl! So stupid-Coming all the way over…

Who did she think she was-his wife?

Shawn blinked. Well, basically, she was.

But then, although their marriage was real on papers, it was still very much fake. It was contractual. So, she had no business poking her silly nose into his affairs.

Humph!

His teeth gritted irritably and he got back to what he was doing.

But once in a while, as he worked, his eyes would dart towards the containers.

He was unable to focus with them there…

And to think he’d told off his assistant for wanting to tale them away…

Exasperatedly, he dropped the pen in his hand. Biting on his lower lip, he cleared the documents in front of him and reached forward for the lunchboxes.

He opened one and glanced in it. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Well… Since the food was here already, it wouldn’t do any harm to eat it.

Besides, he couldn’t possibly let it go to wastage. Wastage was a very terrible thing.

Also, he was terribly hungry. He didn’t eat before leaving the house in the morning.

‘…’

The CEO heaved a sigh and then picked up the telephone receiver, punching on some digits on the telephone.

A second later, “The meeting, cancel it.” His lips pursed before he added, “Also, I do not want to be disturbed.”

After speaking, he replaced the receiver immediately, giving no room for the person on the other side of the phone to reply.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Lucas blinked his eyes reapidly, staring at the phone in his hand like it was a two-headed cow.

He was just on his way to the conference room, to inform the officials that the CEO would be with them shortly.

Who would have thought that this would happen?

His brows furrowed deeply, confusion written all over his face.

He’d left the Big Boss’ office a while ago… and when he informed him about the meeting, the man had said absolutely nothing in contrast.

So, why was he telling him to cancel it now?

Didn’t he just leave his office? Couldn’t he have told him then?

Lucas couldn’t believe his formidable boss.

Why was he suddenly cancelling-was it because he was currently busy with the file from the corporation’s motorcycle company?

Or was the reason something else???

Letting out a sigh, Lucas returned his phone in his pocket and pushed open the double doors that led into the conference room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this meeting has been cancelled.” He announced.

***

As soon as the car pulled up in front of the doorway, Mia stepped down from it.

She thanked the driver for his help and headed inside.

Jasper watched the lady’s retreating form in silence and clicked his tongue. The Bigg Boss must have been really harsh on her earlier.

Poor Madam.

His lips pressed together to form a thin line and he dorve the car away to the garage.

The maids at the mansion had been impatiently waiting for the girl to arrive from where she went to.

Immediately they realized that she was back, they assembled around in the lounge.

When they saw Mia walked in, they noticed the gloomy look on her face and also saw that her hand was empty. There was no one carrying the lunchboxes behind her too…

Did she dash out the Young Master’s lunchboxes together with the food?! How outrageous!

The girl in question didn’t notice anything amiss with the way the maids were looking at her. She didn’t even see them there.

She simply made her way up the stairs in silence.

Clara immediately rushed into the kitchen. “Madam Susan, she came back empty handed!”

The older woman who stood by the sink, draining black beans merely threw the maid a quick glance. Afterwards, she returned to what she was busy doing.

“Madam Susan, aren’t you going to do anything?” Clara’s face was filled with impatience and urgency.

The girl had no right to do what she did.

A few seconds passed before the old housekeeper finally spoke. “Since you’re all so less busy and have nothing to do, why not each pick a broom and sweep the environment? It’s dirty and the Master wouldn’t take it lightly when he gets back in the night.”

Clara blinked in bewilderment. “We already swept, everywhere is clean now.”

“Do it again. Not clean enough.”