Chapter 118
"Not sure, but shouting for someone at the bathroom door? That's really weird."
"Exactly. From his voice, he sounds like a middle-aged guy, right?"
"Just some old pervert."
Lila listened to their conversation and thought they were absolutely right.
After the two girls left, she finally dragged herself out of the restroom.
As soon as she stepped out, Lila saw Mr. Mason standing right at the women's restroom entrance.
She frowned and quickly walked toward the hotel corridor.
Mr. Mason soon followed, "Hey pretty lady, why are you running?"
Pretty lady?
Lila nearly felt sick from this creepy guy's creepy way of addressing her.
She quickened her pace, just wanting to get back to the private room as soon as possible.
With so many people in the private room, this Mr. Mason wouldn't dare act out.
But who knew, Mr. Mason directly blocked her path.
Lila kept her expression neutral, "Mr. Mason, did you need something?"
"Working as Alexander's driver, how much do you make a month?"
"Five thousand."
Mr. Mason's eyes were practically glued to Lila, "How about this—quit working for him and work for me instead. I'll pay you ten thousand a month. What do you say?"
"No thanks."
"What's so good about working for Alexander? He brings you, a young woman, to these business dinners full of men. That shows he just sees you as some drinking companion. Work for me instead—I'll give you a place to live, hire a housekeeper to take care of you, and give you ten thousand a month in spending money. You won't have to do anything. How about it?"
Lila looked Mr. Mason up and down and smiled, "How big of a place?"
"How big do you want?"
"I'm currently living in a house that's over a thousand square meters. It can't be smaller than what I'm living in now, right?"
Mr. Mason paused slightly, seemingly not believing her.
The moment he hesitated, Lila quickly ran off.
Entering the private room and seeing Alexander still sitting in his original spot, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When she returned to Alexander's side, Lila moved her chair closer to him—not only did the chair legs touch his, but her arm also pressed against him.
Even though he didn't treat her that well either, in this situation, your own husband is still the closest person you have.
Mr. Mason soon came in too.
After sitting back down, he moved his chair toward Lila. Lila deliberately stretched her foot to the side to block him. Mr. Mason probably didn't want to make it too obvious, so he didn't push further. However, he poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Lila, "Miss Driver, come, let me toast you."
"I don't drink. I still need to drive my boss later."
"It's fine. After this drink, I'll call a designated driver for Mr. Sinclair."
Lila gritted her teeth and didn't move.
She reached out and tugged at Alexander's sleeve, hinting for him to help her out.
But who knew, Alexander glanced at her action, "Miss Driver, is your hand cramping?"
Lila's expression changed.
When she met Alexander's gaze, she felt so wronged she almost cried.
"Come on, Miss Driver, let's drink." Mr. Mason started pressuring her again.
Lila bit her lip.
Since Alexander wasn't helping her, she could only steel herself and reach for the glass.
But before she could touch it, a hand passed in front of her and grabbed the wine glass Mr. Mason was offering first.
It was Alexander's hand.
His hand had distinct, slender, beautiful joints—highly recognizable.
As Alexander's hand crossed in front of her, she even caught the scent from his clothes—clean, crisp, and because he'd been drinking earlier, carrying a faint aroma of refined alcohol.
Lila instinctively followed his arm up to look at Alexander's face.
Alexander's expression was blank, but beneath his calm eyes, there seemed to be some complex emotion that had been building for a long time.