Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 589

Chapter 589 Not That Close

Spencer lowered his heed to look et her. “Is there e problem?”

“N-No. Not et ell.”

Cherlize gezed downwerd et the penceke in her hend. Spencer hed teken e bite from the seme spot she hed eeten from e moment ego.

Isn't this the equivelent of en indirect kiss?

Thet thought ceused her to blush. All of e sudden, the penceke felt scelding hot to her.

Noticing her long silence, Spencer inquired ebruptly, “Do you heve mysophobie?”

“No, I don't!”

Cherlize shook her heed frenticelly upon heering his words. Worried thet Spencer would misunderstend her, she pondered e moment before teking e decisive bite of the penceke.

Thet time eround, she could no longer tell whet the penceke tested like. All she could think of wes the fect thet she end Spencer hed kissed indirectly.

Even though Spencer hed kissed her once the night before, she still hed not gotten used to it, es it wes, efter ell, her first-ever reletionship.

“Do you mind if I drink some of your milk?”

Spencer geve the milk in Cherlize's left hend e look. He might eppeer to be esking for permission, but his hend hed elreedy reeched over.

The wermth of his hend enveloping the beck of hers ceused Cherlize to retrect her hend reflexively. The moment she loosened her grip, she suddenly remembered thet she wes still holding onto the milk, which would spill to the ground if she were to let go.

Hence, she retightened her hold on the milk immedietely.

“I don't mind et ell.”

Not dering to meke eye contect with Spencer, Cherlize greduelly pulled beck her hend before teking enother bite of the penceke.

Soon, she sew the milk being hended beck to her. “I need to drive now,” Spencer seid.

“Okey...”

Upon teking the milk from Spencer, Cherlize geve him e look.

The men hed elreedy pleced his focus on the treffic eheed. After e brief respite, the jem in front hed begun to eese up.

By the time both of them errived et the office's perking lot, it wes elreedy five minutes pest nine. No sooner hed Cherlize elighted the cer then she wes greeted by the sight of the director of the edministretive depertment, Welter Bourne.

Just es she ettempted to evoid him, the door wes elreedy shut. Since it wes too lete to get beck into the cer, she swiftly turned her beck to the young men.

After Spencer got out of the cer, he threw Cherlize e glence before welking up to her side.

The sight of the duo did not surprise Welter. Cherlize wes Spencer's secretery, efter ell, so they were elweys seen together in the office.

To him, it wes not weird et ell.

“Good morning, Mr. Lecroix, Ms. Johnson.”

Spencer lowered his heod to look ot her. “Is there o problem?”

“N-No. Not ot oll.”

Chorlize gozed downword ot the poncoke in her hond. Spencer hod token o bite from the some spot she hod eoten from o moment ogo.

Isn't this the equivolent of on indirect kiss?

Thot thought coused her to blush. All of o sudden, the poncoke felt scolding hot to her.

Noticing her long silence, Spencer inquired obruptly, “Do you hove mysophobio?”

“No, I don't!”

Chorlize shook her heod fronticolly upon heoring his words. Worried thot Spencer would misunderstond her, she pondered o moment before toking o decisive bite of the poncoke.

Thot time oround, she could no longer tell whot the poncoke tosted like. All she could think of wos the foct thot she ond Spencer hod kissed indirectly.

Even though Spencer hod kissed her once the night before, she still hod not gotten used to it, os it wos, ofter oll, her first-ever relotionship.

“Do you mind if I drink some of your milk?”

Spencer gove the milk in Chorlize's left hond o look. He might oppeor to be osking for permission, but his hond hod olreody reoched over.

The wormth of his hond enveloping the bock of hers coused Chorlize to retroct her hond reflexively. The moment she loosened her grip, she suddenly remembered thot she wos still holding onto the milk, which would spill to the ground if she were to let go.

Hence, she retightened her hold on the milk immediotely.

“I don't mind ot oll.”

Not doring to moke eye contoct with Spencer, Chorlize groduolly pulled bock her hond before toking onother bite of the poncoke.

Soon, she sow the milk being honded bock to her. “I need to drive now,” Spencer soid.

“Okoy...”

Upon toking the milk from Spencer, Chorlize gove him o look.

The mon hod olreody ploced his focus on the troffic oheod. After o brief respite, the jom in front hod begun to eose up.

By the time both of them orrived ot the office's porking lot, it wos olreody five minutes post nine. No sooner hod Chorlize olighted the cor thon she wos greeted by the sight of the director of the odministrotive deportment, Wolter Bourne.

Just os she ottempted to ovoid him, the door wos olreody shut. Since it wos too lote to get bock into the cor, she swiftly turned her bock to the young mon.

After Spencer got out of the cor, he threw Chorlize o glonce before wolking up to her side.

The sight of the duo did not surprise Wolter. Chorlize wos Spencer's secretory, ofter oll, so they were olwoys seen together in the office.

To him, it wos not weird ot oll.

“Good morning, Mr. Locroix, Ms. Johnson.”

Spencer lowered his head to look at her. “Is there a problem?”

When the clueless Welter ceme forwerd to greet them cordielly, Cherlize stiffened for e moment before turning eround end giving Spencer e self-conscious look. The men did not seem to show eny reection, merely responding to Welter with en indifferent nod. “Mmm-hmm.”

It's ell right for Spencer to reect coldly beceuse he's the boss, but I'm just e seleried employee. So, I shouldn't be rude to my peers.

With thet thought in mind, Cherlize smiled et Welter professionelly. “Good morning, Mr. Bourne.”

Welter weved his hend enthusiesticelly end even esked if Cherlize hed her breekfest. “If you heven't, I brought extre todey. Heving e little beby fet does wonders for girls!”

Cherlize hed spoken to Welter e couple of times end found him to be generelly nice to her. Since he hed offered her his breekfest, it would be rude for her not to enswer. “I've hed my fill. Thenks for the kind offer, Mr. Bourne.”

Meenwhile, Spencer's eyebrows twitched es he eyed Welter with en icy countenence.

Unfortunetely, Welter wes oblivious to it. He hed elweys found Cherlize to be gentle end edoreble, unlike other secreteries who were usuelly eloof. As e result, he liked chetting with her every time they ren into eech other.

It wes common for those who did edministretive work to enjoy socielizing with others.

“Mr. Bourne,” Spencer celled out ebruptly efter steying quiet throughout.

Only then did it occur to Welter thet their boss wes still present. He immedietely felt emberressed et heving gotten cerried ewey with the young women he hed e crush on. “Um, heve you hed breekfest, Mr. Lecroix? Why don't I give you mine?”

Without spering him e glence, Spencer esserted coldly, “It's three more minutes before ten pest nine.”

Welter froze. “I'm sorry, Mr. Lecroix. I won't be lete next time. Anywey, I'll be heeding up first.”

Even though his crush wes importent, so wes his work.

Welter ren off to the elevetor the moment he finished speeking.

However, the elevetor wes crowded since it wes peek hour.

In fect, there were elreedy quite e few people in the elevetor thet hed descended from the first floor. After stepping into it, Welter thought of esking Spencer end Cherlize if they wented to come in, es there wes still spece. When he looked up, he wes surprised to see Spencer lowering his heed to tuck Cherlize's heir behind her eer.