Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112 Love Deserter

"Sorry, I already have plans for Saturday," Damian politely declined.

Anastasia's heart sank.

His response was basically a death sentence for her hopes, and she should've realized that the pleasant conversation they'd just had was merely a display of his good manners.

But the more she recognized this, the more determined she became not to let such a quality man slip away.

Swallowing her pride, she pushed forward. "It's okay, Mr. Crowley. Whenever you're free, I can work around your schedule. Let's give each other another chance, shall we?"

He didn't beat around the bush. "Ms. Whitmore, you're excellent, but we're not suited for each other. I hope you're still enjoying this dinner, though."

"I am. I thought we might have a future together. I really like you." Anastasia didn't hide her feelings.

"I'm sorry," Damian said.

Anastasia, holding back her disappointment, asked, "Can you tell me what you don't like about me? I think I'm a good match."

Damian's response was blunt. "It's not about you. It's a personal matter."

In other words, he wasn't into her.

Anastasia felt crushed. She'd finally met someone she liked, and she wasn't ready to give up so easily. "...Can you tell me what kind of woman you like?"

What does he even want in a woman?!

Damian's eyes seemed to soften slightly, and a glimmer of warmth flickered in his gaze. "Someone with a good appetite."

Anastasia blinked, utterly confused. "...Huh?"

*****

Meanwhile, Beatrice had polished off most of the dishes she'd ordered.

She set down her phone, finally looking up to check on the progress at the other table—only to find the entire table empty.

Wait, where did they go?

She called the waiter to settle the bill.

But before the waiter could arrive, a man appeared in front of her, smiling confidently.

"Excuse me, miss. Could I get your number?"

"No," she replied flatly.

"Well, maybe we could just—"

"Not interested."

Beatrice swiftly dismissed the man, paid the bill, and lowered her head to send a message.

Just then, there was a soft knock on her table.

She thought it was another pickup attempt, so she fired off her three standard responses without looking up. "I'm taken. Not interested. Go away."

"Taken by who?" A deep, soothing voice laced with confusion.

Just a second before he spoke, Beatrice had hit send on her message.

She looked up to find her impossibly handsome boss standing right in front of her.

He languidly picked up his phone and opened the message she'd just sent him. [Mr. Crowley, since you want to get to know Ms. Whitmore better, I'll head out for the day.]

Damian's brows knitted together. "Is clocking out early your only ambition in life?"

Beatrice pretended to give it serious thought. "Actually, I also want to be a billionaire with a yacht."

Damian chuckled. "With this attitude? Good luck."

He shook his head in mock disappointment and walked away.

Beatrice grabbed her handbag and followed him.

They left the restaurant, went downstairs, and got into the car... She still hadn't asked him about what happened with Anastasia.

Whatever happened next was his business.

Better not to stick her nose where it didn't belong and create problems for herself.

She didn't want to stir things up, but someone just had to make her.

"Ms. Lawson, what do you think of Ms. Whitmore? Care to give me some advice?" A cool voice drifted from the back seat.

Ugh.

He always loves putting me on the spot.

Beatrice answered honestly, "Ms. Whitmore is very beautiful and graceful. You two make quite a good match, and from what I've observed, you both seem quite into each other. I think it's worth getting to know each other more."

After she spoke, the car went dead silent.

Ethan's mind exploded in horror.

Oh my God, she's hitting every nerve!

I've never seen someone trip so many wires at once.

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