Chapter 214
Besides lunch breaks, Lila spent basically the whole day in the driver's lounge reading.
She took notes while reading, and occasionally used the computer Alexander had set up for her to check out related courses online.
At half past five in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of the driver's lounge.
Lila turned her head to look.
Alexander was leaning against the doorway, his calm eyes resting on her as he announced expressionlessly, "Mrs. Sinclair, time to get off work."
"Okay."
Lila responded, closed her book, packed up briefly, grabbed her fabric bag, and walked to the door.
Alexander looked her up and down, then turned around.
Lila called out to him: "Boss."
Alexander turned back: "What?"
"Can you wait for me a moment? I need to use the restroom."
"Hurry up."
Lila nodded: "Okay."
After responding, she wanted to put her bag back in the lounge. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Alexander grabbed her arm: "Since when does your lounge have a restroom? How come I didn't know?"
Lila glanced at his large hand holding her arm, then met his gaze: "I'm going to put my bag down."
Alexander looked at the cheap fabric bag in her hand and frowned slightly.
The next second, he reached out and took the bag from her, his lips curving slightly: "I'll hold it for you."
Lila was a bit surprised.
She nodded belatedly, turned and walked toward Alexander's lounge, unable to help feeling amazed inside—Alexander was carrying her bag for her?
What kind of weird story was this?
Alexander had changed so much since that day at home when he seriously kissed her.
Three minutes later, Lila came out of the restroom.
After walking to Alexander's side, she naturally reached out to take her bag from him, but Alexander pulled his hand back, avoiding her.
Lila looked at him, puzzled: "Boss?"
Alexander's thin lips held a smile, and he raised an eyebrow slightly as he spoke: "I'll carry it for Mrs. Sinclair."
"No need, no need, I can do it myself." She reached for her bag again.
Alexander dodged again: "I said, I'll carry it for you."
Lila really wanted to tell him "give it a rest," but she didn't dare.
Finally, she pointed toward the CEO's office and said patiently: "Boss, look clearly—outside are all your employees. If you carry my bag, aren't you telling everyone our relationship is special? That's not appropriate."
"If they know our relationship is special, won't they treat you better? You don't want that?"
"I don't really interact with them much normally. When we do interact occasionally, everyone's pretty nice to me. I think maintaining this kind of relationship is great. I also don't like people being overly careful around me. Besides, isn't our marriage supposed to be private? It's fine if just a few people know about our relationship—we don't need to make it such a big deal."
Alexander's flat voice carried a hint of question: "You don't want others to know you're my wife?"
Lila denied it: "No, it's mainly that some people don't need to know."
After saying this, she looked at him with innocent eyes: "Or are you saying that the purpose of carrying my bag for me is to let people know I'm your wife, so they'll think I'm not good enough for you and target me?"
Hearing her ask this, Alexander immediately remembered that time he took her to the employee cafeteria to eat, when he had said, "I like watching you get targeted by others."
At this moment, looking at her downcast eyes, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes and explained: "That's not what I meant."
Before he could finish, Lila raised her voice and interrupted on her own: "If that's what you mean, Boss, then I understand. I know I have no right to resist. I'll just do as you say."