She is a CEO by George Chapman novel Chapter 680

Chapter 680 Drunkenness

This was a question Arthur would like to know the answer to.

He put his arms around Lucia and gently stroked her arm with his palm, and all the talk turned into gentle gestures.

"Arthur, do I look strong?" Lucia was only trying to explain herself. Even though she did not get Arthur's answer, she continued to mumble to herself,

"But I'm not... I'm weak. I'm scared..."

Having a loved one was both armor and weakness.

"I know," Arthur said softly, putting his hand on Lucia's burning cheek.

"I don't understand," said Lucia, looking up. The moisture in her eyes had turned to tears.

"Why is God always doing this to me? He keeps recovering all that was lost for. Is he saying that I'm not strong enough and that he has to cover my path with thorns? Clearly..."

You're right in front of me.

Arthur didn't know what to say. What Lucia was accusing was what he was wondering.

By coincidence, they had Teddy. After six years, there was a family reunion. It was an encounter that many people admired, but everything that happened after that prevented them from ever being together again.

"Arthur," said Lucia, blinking hard at the lack of an answer, and forcing her eyes back to a brief moment of clarity.

"Shouldn't we give up?"

"Don't you dare!" Arthur said, dispelling his doubts. "Not in this life!"

"But..." Lucia had never given up. She had only used these words to prove Arthur's intention. She was drunk, but she wasn't drunk either.

"No buts," Arthur said, gazing intently into Lucia's eyes. "As long as you have me in your future, walk to me firmly, because I will always be there for you."

Her heart was pounding with every word Arthur said. Lucia pursed her lips and her tears fell down instantly.

"After tomorrow, I may forget these words, but don't you forget them." Buried in Arthur's chest, Lucia insisted on following his heartbeat. She enunciated each word as if it was meant for his heart to listen.

"I won't." Holding Lucia tight, Arthur's eyes were firmer than his words.

With the promise of warmth, Lucia was self-willed, and nestled in her long-desired arms. The lights out of the window were dim.

Time passed them by like water, and they both lost track of time, and of words, until Lucia said while compressing her lips,

"You can't be that nice to Nia."

Arthur then remembered that his woman remembered how to be jealous.

"Real for you, fake for her," Arthur laughed.

"Not even a fake one!" said Lucia. Her eyes were wide open, staring at Arthur, but then she buried her head in shame.

"Well, well, well, no fake..." Arthur coaxed Lucia, and his heart was as soft as water.

That night, Lucia did not return to the building until nearly midnight, when she was drunk and befuddled as the chauffeur helped her into the living room.