Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 She Knew Far Too Much

Beatrice stumbled and lurched inward.

On the verge of crashing into Damian's chest, Beatrice quickly latched onto the doorframe and yanked herself back with all her might.

"Good morning."

Beatrice heaved heavily, steadying herself to stand upright. She casually raised her hand to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen across her face, revealing an awkward yet polite smile.

Damian was speechless.

He stared at her for a moment. "Why are you sneaking around so early in the morning?"

His expression was completely natural, as if it had been her who had lost control twice the previous night.

He was already dressed in an exquisite and vintage dark coffee-colored suit. Standing tall and straight, he looked noble and elegant, a far cry from the person who had been affected by the drug the night before.

Beatrice felt indignant.

Damian was now sober, and he was simply ignoring what had happened last night and criticizing her for being sneaky.

"I came to wake you up. We're leaving this afternoon, so I want to pack your luggage now."

Beatrice came up with an excuse.

Damian was silent for a few seconds. "Let's have breakfast first."

Breakfast?!

I don't want to have breakfast with you!

Beatrice couldn't even imagine how embarrassing it would be.

"You go ahead. I'm used to getting my work done first."

She took a step back.

Damian exited the bedroom. After moving a few steps forward, he wheeled around and narrowed his eyes. "Ms. Lawson, you're the one who insisted on entering my room right now. I hope you won't regret it."

Without further explanation, he turned away.

Beatrice was confused.

Regret?

Could it be that he has hidden a woman or a man inside?

The moment Beatrice stepped into the bathroom and caught that telltale scent still hanging in the air, everything clicked into place.

Oh god. She wished she could un-know this.

Some things were better left a mystery!

Beatrice packed Damian's luggage and then deliberately went back to pack her own. She dawdled for a long time, assuming that he must have already finished his breakfast.

Upon going downstairs, she saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Did you redecorate the upstairs?" Damian glanced up at her coldly. "Come on, let's have breakfast."

Beatrice felt as if she had been shot in the head. Why was he waiting for her? This was exactly what she'd been trying to avoid!

Damian stood up. Seeing that she didn't follow, he urged, "Hurry up!"

Beatrice felt desperate.

While walking, she patted her face in an attempt to calm herself.

She had just experienced some unexpected events last night and discovered some secrets today. It was no big deal.

However, the moment she sat down and laid eyes on Damian, who looked cold and abstinent in the sunlight, in a flash, her mind flashed to an image of him in a half-open black bathrobe, exuding an air of lust.

What was worse, her imagination ran wild, and she pictured him masturbating alone in the bathroom.

Oh my God!

Beatrice closed her eyes, as if she were going crazy.

She swore she hadn't done it on purpose. She was an adult, after all. Those images just popped into her head on their own. She loathed having such lewd thoughts. Forgive me!

"I told you that you'd regret it," Damian sighed.

Beatrice clenched her fists. Why on earth are you so composed?

Damian stared at her with concern. "I'm worried about you. I must have scared you."

"Don't worry!"

Beatrice abruptly shot her hand up in a halting gesture, her face set in a resolute expression. "I'm quite brave."

With that, she pretended to be relaxed and started eating her breakfast.

As her fork collided with her plate, there was no food in her mouth. She forced herself to think about the wars in the world and the suffering, skeletal children...

She desperately tried to forget the embarrassing incident.

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