Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant novel Chapter 38

"Lemuel Lawson, you should be aware that you have to marry her! Not me!" Wilson finally got mad. He shouted out Lemuel's name.

Lemuel looked even colder. His handsome face turned to be evil and his thin lips looked so cruel and cold-blooded, "You want me to marry your used one?"

Hearing that, Verena was rendered so embarrassed. She felt like being slapped. However, she had no choice but to put up with it.

"So then?" Lemuel stared at him coldly, "You want me to marry her? Impossible!"

After saying that, he moved to go upstairs.

Wilson sighed and looked at Verena, speechless, "I do want to help you. And I have tried my best. Now it's up to you!"

Lemuel didn't even want to hear his words. Besides, Lemuel also hated him. So it didn't work no matter how hard Wilson tried.

"I am going upstairs now. Just think about it."

Only she and Sammy were left on the table. Sammy was still smiling while enjoying his tofu with spoon. For him, he was too young to understand the conversation between the adults. He kept smacking his lips white eating. He even handed the spoon of tofu in front of Verena, "Miss Pretty, it tastes so good! Just try it!"

Verena smiled and opened her mouth to eat the tofu, "Tell me, little Sammy, what else do you want then?"

"Fish!"

"Okay, let me get some for you!"

While feeing him, Verena was eating herself. Her mouth was stuffed with food.

Of course, she had never thought about suicide. Though her life was tough, she still tried to live on no matter she felt painful or happy. Since she chose to live on, she would like to live a happy one.

So she would like to relax herself and kept going with a bright smile. No matter how hard her life stroke, she still insisted on loving herself as there was no one else cared about her anymore.

She stayed tough and kept wearing a warm smile on her face. Then she continued with the food till she finished stuffing her staving stomach. Though she looked tough, it felt sad still.

Verena sat on her bed the next morning. She bit her lips while staring at her phone, feeling awkward.

Wilson had been clear about his own attitude last night. He was right, she had no time to waste.

Now Wilson was getting worse. So she had to make Lemuel marry her before the cancer struck Wilson again.

However, she still had work to do. What was worse, she was late on her first day and today she needed to ask for a leave. It would be too awkward for her to mention it.

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was a call from Eden. Verena's hand couldn't help getting stiff. She gritted and still picked it up, "Hello?"

"It's me!" his voice sounded as soft as falling snows, "You haven't got up?"

"What?" she was stunned and her face went blushed. She stammered, "I haven't…"

Eden smiled, "Okay, actually, we don't have work to do today and also in the following two days. You don't need to work. Just take a rest."

She paused and hurried to answer, "Okay, got it!"

"Mr. Lemuel is coming!" suddenly, the lobby manager exclaimed. All senior managers soon got out of the lobby and lined up beside the path to wait for him, looking solemn.

Then the gilt glass revolving door was pushed turned and Lemuel, who was wearing a black suit with a plaid shirt inside couple with a dark red tie, stepped in elegantly. His perfect face looked just like a masterpiece of statue. He looked so deadly attractive! He glanced at those mangers lining up beside. Then he headed to his personal elevator.

Behind him followed by his sectary and assistant and other senior managers. He still looked domineering and powerful among the crowd.

When the crowd left, Verena gradually shifted her gaze off the newspaper in front of her. Then she also took another elevator to head to the president's office.

As she had been here before, she was quite familiar with the layout here. She got off the elevator on the floor for president only. As she approached the president's office, she couldn't help swallowing and knocked on the door softly.

"Come in." his deep voice sounded. She couldn't help grabbing her own clothes to muster up courage.

She pushed the door opened and saw Lemuel sitting behind the wooden desk, on the surface of which was stuffed with piles of files. Even so, she could still see him clearly.

"What's the matter?" he just asked with his head down.

Verena took a deep breath and stressed out her words, "Let's have a talk!"

Lemuel, who was reading the files, suddenly paused. He raised his head and started at her coldly. His cold words sounded as he moved his thin lips, "Why are you here?"

His repellent eyes looked quite obvious—he wanted her to get out!

"I am here to talk about our marriage!" she hurried to continue, "I want to marry you!"