Chapter 11 Can I Change The Conditions?
But no matter what, her heart still palpitated. She exhaled lightly, stroked her violently beating heart, and gently approached the back. He seemed to feel her approach, turned slightly to the side, and a pair of obsidian eyes fell on her, full of bottomless coldness.
She stopped as if awakened, not because of the coldness in his eyes, but because she still found it difficult to adapt to the cigarette between his fingers.
"You are late." Ethan glanced at her white coat, and a hint of coldness pressed into his eyes.
"Twenty minutes is too much. I rushed here as soon as I received the call." She explained, holding Carl's white coat with both hands to prevent the hem from getting stained with dust.
"Take it off." He suddenly said in a cold voice.
"Ah?" she looked puzzled, "Take off... what?"
Seeing him staring at her white coat, she pulled up a corner uncertainly and asked, "Take this off?"
He neither answered nor denied, which meant tacit consent. She wondered in her heart, what kind of fetish is this, what does the white coat provoke him... Could it be that he doesn't like things related to hospitals?
Then she vaguely remembered that he didn't like hospitals before, and refused to go to the hospital when he was sick, no matter how she was persuaded.
When she thought about it, she understood it. Once she understood it, it was like the "Ethan syndrome" she had suffered four years ago. She couldn't bear to see him unhappy, so she took off the white coat neatly.
She remembered what she was wearing inside only after taking it off, and it was too late to cover it up. His eyes were always on her, and the moment she took off her white coat, he saw what she was wearing.
The black silk suspender nightgown made her skin look even softer than snow. Her slender white arms were gently pressed against her sides, and her delicate collarbones glowed seductively under the bright light of the office.
His breathing suddenly stagnated, and his right hand in his pocket clenched.
Lilly awkwardly faced his gaze, which was like staring at some prey, and pulled the white coat that she had taken off most of, struggling to put it back on or not.
If she didn't put it back on, it would have a bad impact with her arms and legs exposed... But if she put it back on, he would have a psychological shadow, and if he got upset, there might be no room for negotiation.
She was hesitating when she suddenly heard him shout in obvious displeasure.
"Put it on!"
Then she saw him turn around with a cold face and walk towards the printer next to the desk. She was stunned, but her hands were yelled at so hard that she pulled the white coat back on herself.
The printer had been clicking since she entered the door as if it were printing some documents. Suddenly, a word full of disdain floated into her ears over the sound of the printer.
"Miss Lilly, your disheveled appearance affects my mood."
What! You asked me to take off my white coat, and you said I was disheveled after taking it off! Besides, who caused her disheveled appearance? Lilly stared at him angrily and was about to refute.
The sound of the printer suddenly stopped. He took a stack of freshly printed documents, stapled them together, and threw them on the desk.
"While I'm still in a good mood, sign this." He leaned on the office chair and pursed his lips.
She walked up to the document in confusion and looked through it.
The contract stated that Ethan could persuade the boss of Liney's not to withdraw his investment, but in exchange, Lilly was required to be responsible for Ziyan's meals during the six months.
It’s part 1 of the contract. When her grandmother’s company survive then Lilly complete part 2 of the contract, now it will be secret.
His hands under the table tightly grasped the handle of the chair. From the moment she picked up the contract, his eyes fell back on her.
The expression on her face gradually changed from initial confusion to gloom.
“Are you unwilling?”
His heart tightened when he saw this, and he spoke in a cold voice, "Ziyan likes your cooking the most. That girl has been spoiled by you and has not eaten well this year."
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that her face had become even uglier. The words that he had already thought of came to his throat, but he couldn't say them.
Her delicate fingers stubbornly clenched the stack of paper. At this moment, it was like some poison in her hands, making it a little difficult for her to breathe.
A strong sense of self-mockery surged in her heart. Sure enough, he was thinking about Ziyan in everything, and it was like this before, and it is still like this now. Lilly curled up her fingertips and closed her eyes slightly. She is not a masochist, okay?
She wanted to escape because she didn't want to have too much contact with them.
Because no matter how hard she tried, he would never have her in his eyes, and her feelings for him were destined to never blossom.
"Ethan," Lilly forced herself to smile and apologized, "Can you change the conditions? I'm studying for a master's degree, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it in time. And what is part 2?"
As soon as she finished speaking, his eyes cut into her cheeks like a sharp blade.
"Lilly, if you dare to perfunctorily use such a low-level reason to perfunctory me again, there's no point in talking about this matter." Ethan then sneered, "Who said before that I would take care of Ziyan for a lifetime and raise her to be plump and white, but you've forgotten it all in just one year? Part 2 is secret, don’t ask me this again."
Hearing this, her dark phoenix eyes froze for a moment, and then a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She has a mother who is good at cooking and has been a nutritionist, so she was trained to cook a good dish with balanced nutrition. Once when she cooked, Ziyan praised her, and Ethan also expressed his satisfaction.