Chapter 113 Something to Give Me?
Michael readily agreed, saying, "No problem, Ms. Hill can set the date."
Lillian said, "Michael, how about Sunday?"
"Sure." Michael nodded, looking at her with an ambiguous expression.
Lillian didn't like his gaze at all. It felt like a wolf's, eerie and frightening.
She cleared her throat and said, "Michael, let me help you back."
Michael didn't refuse, allowing her to hold his arm as they unsteadily walked back lightly.
Alexander was already displeased seeing Lillian gone for so long. When Alexander saw them return together, with her arm supporting Michael, Alexander's face grew even darker.
"Michael, why don't you use your secretary and instead use mine?" Alexander asked mockingly, "I remember Michael's alcohol tolerance isn't so low."
Michael waved his hand and said, "Mr. Sinclair, don't make fun of me. Since you keep disagreeing with us, the alcohol goes straight to my head. I get drunk quickly."
Alexander laughed twice. "Michael, saying that makes me look bad."
With the surrounding executives chiming in, the atmosphere at the table lightened up again.
With nothing much to do, Lillian sat back down and took out her phone to search for affordable, nice, and tasty restaurants on a food app.
After about another hour, the dinner finally ended. Lillian let out a long sigh of relief. At the club entrance, after Michael and Alexander said goodbye, Michael's eyes lingered on Lillian behind him. Though he didn't say anything, his gaze and smile hinted at some secret between them.
Lillian followed Alexander into the car. On the way back, Alexander asked her, "What's going on between you and Michael?" His tone was full of displeasure.
"It is nothing," Lillian didn't understand his irritation and recounted how she met Michael.
However, she hid the part about their Sunday meeting. She did not mention it to avoid trouble for herself.
"What did he say to you in the restroom?" Alexander asked coldly again.
"He asked me to persuade you to give their company a five percent profit margin." Lillian couldn't help but laugh. "I refused right away. I'm just a small secretary. I can't make such decisions. He really overestimates me."
Alexander frowned, deep in thought.
Seeing him silent, Lillian looked at him. Although he had been drinking all night, he wasn't drunk. His face was just slightly flushed.
Alexander noticed her looking at him and suddenly remembered the chocolate incident. He asked, "What are you looking at? Do you have something to give me?"
"No, I am checking if you are drunk." Lillian found his question quite odd.
Alexander gave her an unfriendly look, then turned to stare out the window. He felt foolish for dwelling on such a trivial matter. Who was she anyway? He shouldn't care whether she gave him something or not. Someone unimportant shouldn't cause him any trouble. It was just that Lillian had been around him for so long that he had gotten used to her presence.
Seeing his awkward demeanor, as if he was sulking, Lillian quietly kept to herself and played on her phone.
In the afternoon, back at the office, Lillian was busy with work, and before she knew it was time to leave. Everyone in the executive office had plans for the evening, each leaving cheerfully with flowers in hand.
Shirley walked over and teased, "Such a big bouquet, you'll definitely turn heads walking down the street with it."
Lillian was tidying up her desk when she heard Shirley and turned to look at the flowers on the floor. She said, "I have a date with a friend tonight. It's inconvenient to carry these. Shirley, why don't you take them home?"
"Is that okay?" Shirley asked, puzzled. "It's Valentine's Day. Aren't you spending it with Mr. Sinclair?"
Lillian replied, "He's not my boyfriend, so of course, I'm not spending it with him. Come on. Take the flowers and give me a ride."
Shirley didn't ask any more questions and happily went to pick up the flowers. She sniffed them and smiled. "Well, I won't be shy about it then. At least I won't go home empty-handed."
"Just take them. Honestly, I don't even know who sent them," Lillian said as she grabbed her bag and linked arms with Shirley, heading towards the elevator.
"Who else could it be? It must be Mr. Sinclair," Shirley replied.
Lillian said confidently, "You don't know our relationship. These flowers definitely aren't from him."
Shirley looked at the flowers, stunned for a moment. "But I still think they're from him."
The evening's date was set at Miss Monica's BBQ. When Lillian arrived, Wendy was already there, but Angela had yet to come. This was their usual spot. Wendy had already ordered the food and was busy grilling the sizzling meat.
"Lillian, don't Alexander send you flowers today?" Wendy asked, a bit surprised.
Lillian tore open a wet wipe to clean her hands, took a sip of juice, and said, "It's normal that he doesn't."
"So, you don't receive any flowers today?" Wendy asked, feeling a bit sorry for her.
Lillian smiled. "Not exactly. Someone sent me a bouquet today, but I gave it to a colleague after work."
Wendy perked up and asked, "Can it have been Alexander who sent them?"
"No," Lillian said, glancing at the bright red roses next to Wendy's seat. She teased, "Who sent you those?"
"These could be from a colleague who received too many flowers and kindly gave me a bunch. I'm really pitiful, aren't I?" Lillian asked.
"I bet the least pitiful person today is Angela. She must have received a lot," Wendy said, placing the grilled meat aside. "Let's start eating. The place is too crowded today. If I had waited for you two, we'd still be outside in line."
As they were eating, Angela arrived and sat next to Lillian.
"Why are you so late?" Wendy asked.
Angela caught her breath and said, "Traffic jam."
Lillian smiled and asked, "How many bouquets do you get today? Are they all in your car?"
Angela glanced at her, a bit confused, and said, "What's up with Tom? He sends me a bouquet every hour today. I'm about to lose it."
Lillian and Wendy exchanged looks, their mouths forming an 'O.'
"Isn't it obvious he's trying to woo you?" Lillian and Wendy said in unison. "What do you think?"
Angela rolled her eyes. "I don't like him, so of course, I turn him down."
"Tom is Alexander's cousin, with great qualities in every aspect. The families know each other well. You should give it a try," Wendy analyzed, then asked Lillian, "What does this Tom look like?"
Lillian nodded. "He's quite handsome, a typical tall, rich, and handsome guy."
Angela glared at Wendy. "You're just showing off. By the way, how's your resignation going? Have you made up your mind?"
"My resignation has been approved. I'll be starting a new job next month!" Wendy said, happily swaying.
