Chapter 57 Mr. Lawrence, I didn't see anything!
"You clearly told me to come in..."
"I thought it was someone else at the door."
"Now that you know it's me," Isabella said, "you scared me."
Amidst the incredulous gazes of onlookers, Sebastian lowered his voice again. "I'll pay attention next time."
"You shouldn't shout at people like that," Isabella walked up to him, taking his arm. "Getting angry will make you age."
Sebastian frowned.
Immediately, she lifted her hand and stroked the lines between his eyebrows. "This will cause wrinkles."
Sebastian looked at her for a few seconds before turning his head and saying to a few executives, "Leave."
Kaine quickly urged them to leave. If Mrs. Lawrence had not suddenly returned, who knows how Mr. Lawrence would have dealt with them. They might have lost their jobs.
Who would have thought that his wife was the one who could pacify Mr. Lawrence's anger?
Kaine was quite happy. With this in mind, his days might become slightly better. He needed to maintain a good relationship with the wife.
Isabella felt relieved when she saw he no longer had a temper.
In a way, she was helping herself, otherwise, she wouldn't know how to face Sebastian's anger.
"If there's something bothering you, let's talk it out instead of scolding and throwing things," Isabella said. "In the end, I'm the one doing the cleanup."
She rolled up her sleeves as she said that, intending to clean up the mess on the floor.
"Somebody will come to clean it up," Sebastian pulled her back, holding her in his arms. "Have you finished eating?"
"Yeah, Anthony escorted me downstairs."
"Are you full?"
"I'm full, Anthony only ate a little, so I finished the rest..."
Sebastian's gaze darkened. "I haven't eaten yet."
"Ah?" She was taken aback. "You're not hungry?"
"I am."
"Then, I'll go buy you something..."
But Isabella was pulled even tighter in his embrace. "I'm not in the mood to eat now."
"Still angry?"
"Yeah."
"When there's an issue, solve it. What's the use of being angry? If you scold them mercilessly..." he trailed off.
Sebastian's lips pressed down urgently, kissing her.
Each time he kissed her, there was rarely any gentleness, almost like biting, leaving her lips red and swollen.
Isabella even felt a change in a certain area of his body.
She froze.
This morning, she was wondering if Sebastian would impulsively have his way with her right there in the office... And now, reality seemed to be catching up so quickly?
But she couldn't escape because Sebastian wouldn't let go.
Moreover... he kissed skillfully. This technique, was it derived from experiences with many women or was it cultivated by one woman over time?
"Ah..." Isabella suddenly felt a twinge of pain at the corner of her mouth...
She was about to call out, but Sebastian swallowed it all up.
"Distracted?" he whispered lowly. "What were you thinking while kissing me?"
"Nothing..."
"About whom?"
"No one," she said. "I..."
Suddenly, Sebastian released her, turned around, and sat on the sofa, casually loosening his tie.
Just a moment ago, they were extremely intimate, but now he acted as if nothing happened.
Isabella was left standing there, still not fully recovered, with shiny remnants of him on her lips.
"Today, I'll teach you your first lesson," Sebastian's voice resounded behind her. "Don't easily trust anyone in your work, especially that person with the same father but different mother."
"Are you referring to Jarod?"
"Did you hear everything?"
Isabella answered, "I just happened to overhear, it wasn't intentional. Your voice was too loud..."
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