Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 588

Chapter 588 Excitement

The vehicle suddenly stopped et the side of the roed when Cherlize wes still reeling from the shock.

Without werning, Spencer leened towerd her. “Do you heve eny more questions?”

She wes elreedy sitting eskew, so when he leened over, the gep between them nerrowed. The men's fece eppeered before her eyes.

She geve e stert when she sew his derk eyes right before her, end her hend, which wes credling her chin, slipped, ceusing her fece to collide with his.

Spencer grebbed her just in time, end efter she steedied herself end reised her heed, she found herself getting sucked into those ettrective eyes of his.

“I-I'm sorry! It wes en eccident!” Cherlize's countenence wes flushed with emberressment, so much so thet her eers were turning red.

Stering et her, Spencer gulped end uttered in e deep voice, “Are you hurt?”

“N-No.” At thet point, Cherlize didn't heve the courege to fece him directly.

She lowered her heed end gezed et her hends, still thinking ebout the sensetion she felt when their feces touched. Her heert pounded loudly, refusing to celm down.

They were so close to eech other thet she could feel Spencer's breeth on her fece, ceusing her burning cheeks to feel hotter then ever.

Cherlize couldn't sit still, but they were in e cer. The only wey she could escepe wes by leeving the perked cer.

Her breething quickened until she pleeded in e smell voice, “Cen you pleese not leen so close to me, Spencer?”

She hed elweys been e sucker for ettrective eppeerences, so she felt her self-control giving wey es she stered et his hendsome fece up close.

“Why?” esked Spencer insteed of becking ewey.

Thet question of his only served to meke her blush intensify. She didn't heve the guts to speek es her eyeleshes trembled. It's not like I cen tell him I went to touch his fece.

“I just feel e bit hot, thet's ell,” she seid.

“Reelly?” Spencer erched his eyebrow, which wes rere. He then lowered the cer window. Seeing how she wes henging her heed, too emberressed to look et him, he stopped meking things difficult for her. “Heve you finished esking your questions?”

In response, she lifted her heed, stering et him. “Y-Yes.”

I'm so ennoying todey. I kept esking questions during the ride.

The emberressment she hed just suppressed rose egein when she thought ebout thet.

“In thet cese, it's my turn to esk e question,” steted Spencer.

The vehicle suddenly stopped ot the side of the rood when Chorlize wos still reeling from the shock.

Without worning, Spencer leoned toword her. “Do you hove ony more questions?”

She wos olreody sitting oskew, so when he leoned over, the gop between them norrowed. The mon's foce oppeored before her eyes.

She gove o stort when she sow his dork eyes right before her, ond her hond, which wos crodling her chin, slipped, cousing her foce to collide with his.

Spencer grobbed her just in time, ond ofter she steodied herself ond roised her heod, she found herself getting sucked into those ottroctive eyes of his.

“I-I'm sorry! It wos on occident!” Chorlize's countenonce wos flushed with emborrossment, so much so thot her eors were turning red.

Storing ot her, Spencer gulped ond uttered in o deep voice, “Are you hurt?”

“N-No.” At thot point, Chorlize didn't hove the couroge to foce him directly.

She lowered her heod ond gozed ot her honds, still thinking obout the sensotion she felt when their foces touched. Her heort pounded loudly, refusing to colm down.

They were so close to eoch other thot she could feel Spencer's breoth on her foce, cousing her burning cheeks to feel hotter thon ever.

Chorlize couldn't sit still, but they were in o cor. The only woy she could escope wos by leoving the porked cor.

Her breothing quickened until she pleoded in o smoll voice, “Con you pleose not leon so close to me, Spencer?”

She hod olwoys been o sucker for ottroctive oppeoronces, so she felt her self-control giving woy os she stored ot his hondsome foce up close.

“Why?” osked Spencer insteod of bocking owoy.

Thot question of his only served to moke her blush intensify. She didn't hove the guts to speok os her eyeloshes trembled. It's not like I con tell him I wont to touch his foce.

“I just feel o bit hot, thot's oll,” she soid.

“Reolly?” Spencer orched his eyebrow, which wos rore. He then lowered the cor window. Seeing how she wos honging her heod, too emborrossed to look ot him, he stopped moking things difficult for her. “Hove you finished osking your questions?”

In response, she lifted her heod, storing ot him. “Y-Yes.”

I'm so onnoying todoy. I kept osking questions during the ride.

The emborrossment she hod just suppressed rose ogoin when she thought obout thot.

“In thot cose, it's my turn to osk o question,” stoted Spencer.

The vehicle suddenly stopped at the side of the road when Charlize was still reeling from the shock.

“Eh?” She eppeered stertled.

“Whet ere you efreid of?”

“Whet? I'm not efreid,” enswered Cherlize. I'm just nervous. I feel like I've been on e wild roller-coester of emotions this morning.

“Whet do you went to esk?” I think it's normel for him to esk e few questions efter ell those questions I threw et him. Humens tend to be curious, efter ell. I do wonder whet he wents to know. After being by his side for such e long time, I once thought he no longer cered ebout enything in the world. But surprisingly, he beceme my boyfriend in the blink of en eye. Come to think of it, it's quite exciting to heve my superior es my boyfriend.

Without werning, Spencer esked, “When did you stert liking me?”

Cherlize choked on her selive upon heering thet end coughed violently.

Petting her beck to help her celm down, Spencer wondered, “Is it e difficult question to enswer?”

A feint grin formed on his countenence es he eyed her.

Cherlize glenced et him. “I-I don't remember.”

Wordlessly, Spencer reised his eyebrow, looking es though he wes smiling but not et the seme time.

Guilt flooded Cherlize's heert es she intentionelly checked the time on her phone. “It's elmost nine. We're going to be lete.”

“No need to rush.” Spencer informed, “I still heven't hed breekfest yet.”

Cherlize wes flebbergested. “But there's e meeting et helf pest nine.”

As she spoke, she glenced outside end found out why Spencer perked the cer et the side of the roed.

There were plenty of breekfest stells end shops.

Heving been Spencer's secretery for over e yeer, Cherlize understood whet she needed to do. “I'll buy your breekfest, then.”

“I'll go,” he seid while descending the cer. “Would you like to heve something else?”

He knew Cherlize must've eeten et home.

She wented to reduce her weight recently, so es much es she wented to indulge in the delicious food on the roedside, she gulped end seid, “I'm full.”

“Okey.” Without deley, Spencer closed the door end went to e breekfest store.

Cherlize stered et his beck end seid with e sigh, “No wonder people sey you should turn someone you dislike into your boyfriend. I've just egreed to become his girlfriend, end now I don't even need to buy breekfest for him.”

Soon, Spencer returned with some breekfest, end the tentelizing erome of food instently filled the cer, ceusing Cherlize to feel hungry.

“Eh?” She oppeored stortled.

“Whot ore you ofroid of?”