Chapter 79
Alexander first went crazy out of nowhere and hurt her for no reason, and now he's playing the good guy by sending over ointment?
Does Alexander have split personality disorder?
Or is he planning to use this carrot-and-stick approach to tame her?
Lila didn't take it, "I'm fine, I don't need this ointment."
Charlie's expression changed slightly, and he smiled, "Mrs. Sinclair, please accept it. If I have to take it back to Mr. Sinclair, it'll look like I failed at my job, and he'll definitely give me a hard time."
She glanced at him and tested the waters, "How about I keep it for now, then give it to him myself?"
Charlie hesitated, "Well..."
Seeing his troubled look, Lila quickly added, "Consider this as you owing me a favor. Next time I need your help with something, you can't refuse. How about that?"
Charlie froze.
Why was Mrs. Sinclair negotiating conditions with him?
Besides, he was just an employee - what could he possibly help the Mrs. with?
Outside, Alexander saw Charlie chatting with Lila over delivering some ointment and frowned, calling out, "Charlie!"
He quickly responded, "Yes, Mr. Sinclair."
"Come here."
"Yes, sir." After responding, Charlie looked at Lila, "I agree, Mrs., but please don't return the ointment to Mr. Sinclair. I'm afraid he'll get angry."
With that, Charlie hurried back to Alexander's desk, "Mr. Sinclair, what do you need?"
"What were you talking to her about?"
"Nothing much, I just gave Mrs. Sinclair the ointment."
Alexander looked at him suspiciously, "Keep a close eye on the cooperation with Mr. Smith. If there are any problems with the partnership plan, you'll be held responsible."
"I've been monitoring the project development all along. Everything is progressing normally, don't worry."
"Go back to work."
Charlie nodded immediately, "Yes, Mr. Sinclair."
As he turned around, he glanced toward the lounge, breaking into a sweat.
Being a person is hard, being Alexander's assistant is even harder.
Just delivering ointment to Mrs. Sinclair, he was first forced to agree to a condition, then threatened by Mr. Sinclair.
What kind of rotten luck was this?
Lila sat in the lounge, looking at the ointment, then at her wrist.
The red marks on her wrist had mostly faded.
Earlier, it was just that Alexander had been too rough, and her skin was rather delicate, so the marks were quite visible and looked a bit scary. But really, it was just fingers gripping too hard, not a sharp knife cutting through - how could it be serious enough to need ointment?
Did Alexander think his hands were scissors, that touching her would cut her in half?
If she really were cut in half, ointment wouldn't help anyway.
Lila tossed the ointment into her desk drawer.
Compared to the marks on her hand, she was more worried about how to get through tonight.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Alexander got up from his desk.
Seeing him getting ready to leave work, Lila also tidied up her desk, grabbed her bag, and opened the lounge door.
Alexander looked over at her, but just let his gaze rest on her without saying anything.
She came out of the lounge and took the initiative to chat with him, "Boss, finished all your work for today? I saw you with your head down looking at documents all day - you must be tired, right?"
"You were spying on me?"
"No, it's just that when I occasionally stretched my neck, I always saw you with your head down. So I thought you must be working really hard and must be tired."
Alexander looked down at her, "Tired? A little, but I still have energy for sleeping."
Lila was speechless.
Was the "sleeping" he mentioned what she thought it meant?