Chapter 150 Inner Tremors
The voice was like a smooth glass of wine, leaving Adeline feeling a bit tipsy and dazed.
His hand, unlike his cool demeanor, was burning hot.
From where Adeline stood, she couldn't see his face, just feel his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
He didn't smoke, so there was no tobacco smell. Maybe it was the meds he took, but the faint scent he had was really attractive.
Even though she was used to the smell of medicine, the scent on him was surprisingly pleasant.
His hand still held hers, and as he leaned in closer, his presence became even more intense, impossible to ignore.
Adeline felt a sudden, familiar pang in her heart, something she couldn't quite identify.
She raised an eyebrow, about to push him away.
But he let go of her hand first, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice low and husky with a hint of a cough. "Wait for me here."
They were so close, and his breath in her ear had an inexplicable allure.
Summer, however, laughed, watching them cheerfully. "That's more like it."
Adeline thought, 'What's more like it? He's going to deceive you too. Well, he's smart; he should know what to say. Or he could just tell you the truth.'
Adeline preferred the latter. "You, be honest."
Charles, feeling the lingering warmth on his fingertips, looked at Summer's face and slowly smiled, agreeing in a low voice. "Alright."
Adeline thought he should understand and didn't pay much more attention to them.
But Matteo kept pacing back and forth, clutching his curly hair, muttering, "How could it be? How could my boss date a witch doctor? My God, this is like a real-life Cinderella story. Does she know the boss's identity?"
Matteo glanced at Adeline and started stomping his feet. He thought and raised his head resolutely, 'Obviously she doesn't know. If she did, she wouldn't dare treat Mr. Livingston like this. I have to stop this meaningless relationship. Otherwise, the only one who will get hurt is this naive girl!"
Adeline was analyzing the future trends of the live streaming room and didn't want to pay attention to him, but he kept going on and on.
After all these years, the people of Fleurisienne were still so romantic and loved to overthink.
This brought a hint of helplessness to her.
"Matteo." Adeline propped her chin with one hand, a slight smile on her lips. "Why don't you tell me his identity first, and then I'll decide whether to break up with him?"
"Of course he is... you speak Fleurisienne!" Matteo was flustered, his eyes darting around. It was indeed Fleurisienne, and very authentic.
"He didn't tell me you spoke Fleurisienne!" Matteo was about to cry. "I'm done for. With the boss's way of doing things, I won't survive the night!"
Adeline glanced at Matteo. "He's quite easygoing. Why do you make him sound so domineering?"
Matteo once again began to doubt if his Albion was up to par. "That must be towards you, because the boss is different with us."
"How is he?" Adeline was indeed curious. Charles was clearly gentle and considerate, so why were his subordinates so afraid of him?
Patrick was, and now this Matteo too. Something was off.
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