Chapter 1555 Begging for Her Forgiveness
Laura: [What did your mom say to you?]
Derek: [Same thing you told me before.]
Laura: [So you're really heading to the grassroots tomorrow?]
Derek: [Yep, wanna come comfort me?]
Laura: [Serves you right for falling for me.]
Derek: [Can't help it, you're so charming, beautiful, sexy, cute, sweet, and capable.]
Laura almost laughed out loud and replied: [Keep going, this is great.]
Derek: [If I keep going, it'll sound too fake.]
Laura: [I'm mad, so those are my only good qualities?]
Derek immediately sent over a sticker with a "Please forgive me, baby" meme.
Laura laughed but sent back a sticker with a very angry meme, saying: [Who's your baby?]
Derek: [Alright, baby, to keep you from being mad, I've decided to sell my looks late at night.]
Laura: [What?]
Laura was puzzled when Derek sent a selfie. In the photo, he was standing in front of a full-length mirror in the closet, wearing only a thin pair of gray pajama pants, with light falling on his neatly arranged abs.
In the quiet night, Laura looked at the photo on her phone and felt aroused.
Although she had accidentally seen him shirtless once when she visited him in the morning, she had only glanced quickly back then.
Now she could stare at the photo and study his body in detail. She remembered that last time he didn't have so many abs; he must have been secretly working out recently.
Derek was indeed very cunning.
Laura drooled over his body for a while, then shamelessly replied: [You shameless rogue, if you've already been so shameless, why are you still wearing pants?]
But after typing it, she felt something was off, as if she was using reverse psychology to hint at something.
She was about to delete it when Maeve, who was sleeping beside her, suddenly whimpered and woke up crying.
She quickly threw her phone on the bed and bent down in a hurry to gently pat Maeve's chest.
Maeve whimpered and cried for a while, tossing and turning for five or six minutes before falling back asleep.
She picked up her phone and was shocked to find that the message had accidentally been sent when the phone touched the bed.
Two minutes ago, Derek had sent a message: [What do you mean, are you trying to provoke me into taking a photo without pants?]
One minute ago, Derek: [I can't really do it, but I'll try.]
Laura was extremely embarrassed.
She quickly replied: [No, you misunderstood, Maeve woke up just now, and I went to comfort her.]
Before she could finish typing, another photo came through.
She nervously opened it and almost had a nosebleed.
In the photo, Derek was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, the gray pajama pants were gone, and his long legs were exposed to the air.
She really didn't want to look, but her eyes couldn't help but linger on the photo.
After a moment, her cheeks felt hot.
Derek: [This is my limit.]
Laura was embarrassed; it seemed like she had forced Derek to take off his pants for her.
She really didn't mean it that way.
But since she sent the message, he probably wouldn't believe her even if she explained now.
She covered her face with the blanket.
She didn't want to talk anymore, nor did she want to see him again.
But before she could stop thinking, her phone rang again.
Derek: [Why aren't you responding? Are you still not satisfied?]
Derek: [Don't be mad, okay? I'm afraid of scaring you. I'll show you next time, okay?]
Laura looked at the messages and almost lost her mind.
What was he thinking?
If she didn't reply, would he really send another photo?
She quickly sent a voice message. "Derek, I wasn't provoking you to take those photos. I didn't reply earlier because Maeve was crying, and I went to comfort her."
She then sent a bunch of "hammering you" emojis.
Derek: [I see, but who told you to send such misleading messages? Is Maeve still crying? Do you want me to come over and help?]
Laura: [Get lost, I don't want to talk to you, you shameless rogue. I'm going to sleep.]
Laura threw her phone aside, quickly turned off the light, and went to bed, but her mind was filled with Derek's photos, making it hard to sleep.
Laura was so annoyed that she ended up with insomnia.
The next day, Laura woke up and looked at the ceiling in despair for a while before taking Maeve to the living room for breakfast.
As soon as she reached the door, she heard Carl coldly giving orders inside, "Hand over all your current tasks later, and you won't be involved in any affairs of the Presidential Palace from now on."
Derek replied, "Okay."
As soon as Derek finished speaking, Carl threw down his fork and left.
Laura watched Carl walk past her angrily, his fury making her legs weak. It was the first time she had seen Carl so furious.
Violet also wiped her mouth and followed Carl with a disappointed look.
A servant came to pick up the fork from the floor, and the entire dining room was silent.
Laura walked over, and Derek smiled at her calmly, then asked the servant to bring another set of utensils.
"Are you okay?" Laura asked tentatively.
At this moment, she had already forgotten the awkwardness of last night; her mind was full of Derek's difficulties.
"What's there to be worried about," Derek leisurely poured her a glass of milk, "Drink more milk, it's good for you."
The dining room was surrounded by the staff of the Presidential Palace, so Laura didn't dare say much.
After breakfast, the two walked to the parking lot together. Derek had his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant, while Laura beside him was deep in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Derek suddenly turned his face to ask.
"Carl is pretty scary when he's angry," Laura said honestly, "No wonder he's the President. If it were me, I wouldn't have the guts to stand up to him."
"Is he that scary?" Derek chuckled.
"Of course, he's the most powerful person in the country," Laura pouted.
"Not really," Derek, taller than her, easily patted her head, "Just wait, in a month, it won't be me who gives in, but my dad."
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