Chapter 200 The Wedding Dress
Gioanna looked at Gioanna's gaze was fixed on the report on sprawled across her desk, her anger flaring. "Layla, back off already."
simmering beneath the surface. "Enough, Layla," she snapped.Layla's stern voice cut through the tension. "The personone who needs to get itpull herself together is you, Gioanna. This report is a messdisaster: incoherent sentences, and unverifiable data; it's. It's clear you didn't put any thought into it," Layla said sternly. "Turning in. Handing me something like this to me, Gioanna, is just a waste of both our times."
"You're just trying to mess withundermine me."
," Gioanna retorted."Whether I’m messing with I'm trying to undermine you or your report is genuinely flawed, you know the truth."
," Layla countered.Gioanna threw up her hands in a gesture of defiance. "So what if I just threw it together? I'm a designer, not a report writer."
"Layla chuckled, "If you can't even write a simple report, then you might be a bit too lackluster perhaps you're not as competent a designer," Layla chuckled, " as you think. What was it you said earlier? When you started as a designer, I was just an intern. Since you've been in the workforce so much longer than I haveGiven your experience, you shouldn't be writing reports that make people laugh."
producing work that's a joke.""Get me that report by 1:30, and this time, don't waste my time."
," Layla demanded. She was there to work, not to waste her time with Gioanna.
Gioanna clenchedindulge Gioanna's lack of professionalism.Gioanna's grip tightened around her purse until it was misshapen,, distorting its shape. "I'm going to go have lunch, and I need my rest at noon too. Even if I were to submit it, it wouldn't be this early."
"Time is made, like not found. Like skipping lunch or your nap."
," Layla retorted."Do you want to starve me? This report isn't urgent; are you sayingimplying you're not just trying to torment me?"
"If you hadn't squanderedwasted your time on trivial things beforematters, this report would have been donecompleted already. So, it's only fair that you make up for it on your own time, right?" Layla's tone was sharp, a stark contrast to her earlier accommodating demeanor, and it. Her assertiveness stunned the surroundingtheir colleagues.
Watching Layla, nobodyNo one expected such a young woman to be so assertive.
Gioanna kicked her chair, makingcausing a loud noise, but Layla acted as if she hadn't heard a thing.
"Forget it, don't get angry. Just hurry up and write that report. I'll pack it for you," Jane tried to soothe her.
Gioanna."I won't let her get away with this," Gioanna saidmuttered through clenched teeth, her face ashen.
pale with rage.Meanwhile, Layla was in high spirits.
Layla wished She yearned for a peaceful existencecoexistence with her colleagues and to complete projects smoothly, butsmooth project completion. However, experience had showntaught her that being too agreeable onlyoften led to being taken for granted and bullied. So, there was no need to hold back. She she was ready to stand her ground, unafraid.
As Layla had just exited the lobby elevator when, her phone rang.
A sweet smile spread across Layla'sher face,. "What's up? Samuel, are you missing me?"
"Yeah. Just got off work?" Samuel's voice was deep and melodious, as always.
"Just about, I'm headed out to get some food."
"I'm right outside The Eilish Group. You'll see me as soon as you step out."
"Really?" Layla picked upquickened her pace, hung up the phone, and waved her mobile at the approachableapproaching Samuel.
"Layla," Samuel opened the car door for her.
"How come you're so nice today, coming specially to take me to lunch?" Layla said, her Layla's smile was honeyed as she gazed at Samuel in his sharp suit.
He had this air ofexuded authority and a fiercely attractive energy at night, yet by day he was utterly professional.... The contradiction in Samuel's cold exteriordemeanor made Layla's heart race.
InsideIn her headmind, Layla was gushing: Samuel is so handsome! Insanely handsome!
When wasn't Samuel in good spirits? He turned his head to Layla and flashed a charming smile,. "No matter how busy I am, I always make time to take my beloved woman out to lunch."
"You're just sweet-talking."
," Layla teased."My words are sweet, huh? Try them for yourself." Samuel pulled Layla close, and tenderly kissed her on the lips.
Layla felt an immenseA wave of sweetness in her heart.washed over Layla. Indeed, it was very sweet.
Their gazes were so filled with affection, that it seemed impossible for a third person to break through.
SittingSeated in the passenger seat, Mr. Vandella thought: mused, "Boss, isn't it a bit harsh to flaunt your love life in front of a single guyman like me?
Previouslymyself?" In the past, Mr. Vandella had always felt happy for themfound joy in their happiness, but today, for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a little pitiable.felt a pang of self-pity. His own situation seemed patheticallypitifully bleak.
WasCould it becausebe the weather was cold chill in the air that he started to think he should also find made him yearn for a girlfriend?
But of his own?However, Mr. Vandella quickly dismissed the thought. His job was his girlfriend.
As his boss's love life grew more intenseintensified, his own workload skyrocketed. Being bothseemed to multiply. Juggling his duties as a chauffeur and managing company affairs, he hadfound no timeroom for romance.
"How was work today? No one pushed you around, right?" Samuel strokedasked, his fingers gently stroking Layla's hair, which was fluffy, soft, and felt wonderful to the touch.
Layla, petite and endearing, made him feelstirred a protective.
instinct in him."I'm the lead designer; who would dare push me around?" Layla lookedretorted, looking up at him, "Besides, do I look like someone who gets pushed around? I even gave one of the designers a piece of my mind today."
"You're impressive."
"Heh, of course." She didn't bully others, but she wasn't going to be a pushover either.
"I really miss it, those days when you used to pick me up from work."
Back thenIn those days, their relationship hadn't been defined. Layla was a poorstruggling chef, drowning in debt, cooking meals to pay off what she owed Samuel. Who could have imaginedpredicted they'd be so sweet together now?
"I can still come and pick you up every day."
"That would be too much trouble, with the Holland Group and the Eilish Group being a bit far apart."
"Going to pick up the woman I love, even if it's from the opposite ends of the earth, doesn't feel too far," Samuel saiddeclared, his words drippingheavy with romance.
"Darling, you spoil me so much, I absolutely adore you." Layla cooed in his arms, gazing up adoringly at the perfect line of his jaw, her face that of a devoted admirer.
"I do too."
And their lips met once again.
Mr. Vandella thought to himself: Boss, you can just keep showing off, I'm really fine, really... It's okay.
After dining at a nearby upscale Western restaurant, Layla patted her belly contentedly, "I need to get back to the office."
"Leaving right after the meal? That's cold-hearted, girl," Samuel teased as he gently pinched Layla's cute little nose.
"I have to be busy later this afternoon; I need a nap or I'll get sleepy," she replied.
"Let me take you somewhere," he offered.
"Where?"
"You'll see," Samuel said with a hint of mystery.
Ten minutes later.
In the downtown luxury district, a Bentley parked in front of a bridal boutique.
Layla's eyes, clear in their black -and -white distinction, widened. "Lillian Bridal?"
She turned to Samuel in surprise.
It had never crossed her mindThe thought that Samuel was taking her to try on wedding dresses. had never crossed her mind. She was beyond thrilled.
As she looked at each of the snow-white dresses, Layla felt as if she were in a dream; her heart was racing.
Even though Layla was just an ordinary girl, she had always harbored a dream of being a princess. A princess draped in a beautiful white wedding dress, walking towards her prince amid cheers.
The staff respectfully presented her with dresses, each one pure and sublime.
"Layla, these ten dresses were all custom-made for you by Lillian."
Custom-made. Layla was even more astonished.
When had Samuel prepared this?
Lillian was the world's leading bridal gown designer, creating exclusively for royalty, and many heiresses could not secure an appointment, having to settle for other designers under Lillian's brand. Yet Layla now had ten unique dresses all to herself.
Her happiness and surprise were indescribable.
But her greatest joy was being cherished by Samuel as if she were a princess.
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