Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Going Upstairs for Soup

“Well, thanks.”

“No need to thank me. I’ll tell Gordon now,” Killian said, already dialing.

He quickly filled Gordon in on Violet’s request.

Gordon didn’t even hesitate. “Got it.”

After hanging up, Killian went to the study.

“Mr. Crowley, I ran into Ms. Lawson’s friend in the elevator. She said no one could stay with Ms. Lawson tonight and asked if we could look after her.”

Damian lifted his gaze from the computer screen.

His sharp, high–bridged nose was framed by a pair of silver–rimmed glasses.

His gaze was cool, skeptical. “Three men taking care of an injured woman overnight?”

“Uh…”

Yeah, hearing it phrased like that, Gordon suddenly felt awkward. He and Killian hadn’t exactly thought this through.

Chapter 49 Going Upstairs for Soup “So… what do you suggest, Mr. Crowley?”

“Ask her if she’s okay with it,” Damian said simply.

“Understood.”

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Gordon nodded and, without leaving the room, called Beatrice on speaker.

“Ms. Lawson, your friend asked us to look after you tonight. Mr. Crowley wanted to check if you’re comfortable with that first.”

Beatrice had been half–asleep on the recliner.

The call snapped her awake.

Violet, you sly little traitor.

“You want my opinion?” she said dryly.

“Yes. Since we’re all men, Mr. Crowley thought you might not be comfortable. So… do you mind?”

Gordon’s question put her in a tough spot.

Feigning politeness, Beatrice said, “I don’t mind, but… won’t it be too much trouble for you?”

Gordon replied, “Not at all. I’ve made chicken soup. I’ll bring you some later.”

‘But that’s for Mr. C

“Then let him come down, and you two can have it together.”

Beatrice was startled and quickly protested, “No, no, no! Absolutely not! Gordon, actually, I already ordered takeout!”

Hearing that, Gordon got serious.

“You’re this weak and still eating takeout? You need real food, not junk.”

He paused, then offered, “How about this? I’ll come down, pick you up, and you can have dinner with Mr. Crowley. I’ll make a few extra dishes.”

“No, no, no!!”

“It’s settled then.”

With that, Gordon hung up.

Beatrice sat there, stunned for a moment.

Back in the study, Damian watched Gordon flash a smug grin and sighed.

“You’re getting bolder.”

Gordon shrugged. “Takeout doesn’t hold a candle to my chicken soup. And Killian said Ms. Lawson got hurt because of work. She’s a good person. You really gonna let her eat greasy takeout all alone?”

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Damian didn’t say whether he could let that happen.

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“I’ll head down and get her now,” Gordon said, already turning

to leave.

From behind, Damian’s calm voice drifted over.

“Aren’t you in the middle of cooking? Shouldn’t slove?”

y

you watch the

As he spoke, he leisurely took off his glasses and set them aside.

Gordon looked back at him, paused for two seconds, then smacked his forehead in realization.

“Oh dear, I’m getting forgetful! The soup needs to be watched. Mr. Crowley, you’ll have to go instead.”

Damian sighed and got up. “Looks like I have no choice.”

Downstairs, Beatrice had just given Gordon her elevator access code.

She planned to tell him once he arrived that she didn’t actually need any help.

But instead of Gordon, it was Damian who showed up, dressed in a beige loungewear set.

For a moment, she completely forgot what she had planned to

say.

Chapter 49 Going Upstairs for Soup “Mr. Crowley… why are you here?”

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She forced a smile, clutching her pillow so tightly that it nearly ripped.

Damian casually glanced around her apartment and replied in an indifferent tone, “The soup is still cooking. Gordon had to watch the stove.”

Beatrice hadn’t expected Gordon to send Damian instead.

Damian turned his gaze back to her. “Can you walk?”

Under his commanding stare, the word no hovered on her lips.

Yet, what came out was, “Yes.”

Damian stepped forward, bent down, and effortlessly picked her up, placing her in the wheelchair.

Beatrice went stiff as a board.

The whole process took less than a minute, but his breath, his warmth, and his scent all seemed to envelop her.

Her heartbeat raced, and she barely dared to breathe.

Her mind went blank.

Damian could feel how tense she was. He was about to straighten up but paused for a moment.

Chapter 49 Going Upstein for Soup

“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.

His voice–low, smooth, and warm–sent a strange shiver down her spine.

Beatrice was already feeling weirdly detached, and that gentle question made goosebumps break out all over.

It took her a second to process what he meant before she managed a quiet, “No.”

“Good.”

Damian straightened up and pushed her outside into the elevator.

Inside, Beatrice couldn’t help but glance down at his legs-

And that memory came rushing back, completely uninvited.

Worse still, when she looked up, she found Damian staring at her with an unreadable expression.

Oh my god. Please! Someone help me!

Just as she felt like she might suffocate, the elevator reached the top floor.

Her palms were sweaty.

Damian wheeled her into his home.

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The penthouse on the top floor had a killer view.

Inside, it was modern and minimalist with cool tones that totally matched his vibe.

Instead of taking her straight to the dining area, he wheeled her into the study. “Dinner isn’t ready yet. Since we have some time, why don’t you help me with something?”

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