The driver just nodded. Approximately an hour later, the car finally stopped in front of a traditional Chinese-style house. So, I got out of the car with the documents in hand and walked to the door to press the bell. Moments later, the door opened quickly – Eric’s bodyguard, Georgie, was the one who opened the door. So it was clear that the person I would meet today was Eric. Georgie waved at me with an indifferent expression and gestured for me to follow.
The house was huge. You couldn’t see it from the outside, but once inside, the size of the place blew me away. It had its own private swimming pool and flower garden. After walking along the cobbled path that cut through the patio, we finally reached the living room. Georgie led me to the living room door and gestured for me to enter before turning and leaving.
As I walked into the living room, I saw Eric, dressed in casual clothes, sitting on the couch and flipping through a newspaper. The warm morning sun shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling curtains, bathing his entire body in a golden glow. The sight of him was as beautiful as a painting – so much so that I forgot to walk. I stood there expressionless as I stared at him in a daze.
After a while, Eric finally lifted his head from the newspaper. When he saw me standing in the doorway, he smiled and patted the sofa next to him, indicating that I should sit down. So I went to him and handed him the document folder. Opening the folder, he took out the documents and looked through them.
The room was very quiet and only the soft rustling of the pages could be heard. Also, we were sitting so close to each other that I could smell her pleasant scent. Then, the inexplicable nervousness in my heart surged again. Looking around at the decor in the room, I tried to calm myself. In the end, I couldn’t help but stare at him. He was really handsome – even his side profile was mouth-wateringly beautiful. I secretly gulped as I admired
his appearance.
As if sensing my gaze, he looked up from the documents and looked at me with a smile. “I forgot to serve you a drink.”
“I-I’m not thirsty.” Unfortunately, I was stuttering again.
He didn’t say anything as he placed the documents on the table and walked into the kitchen. Taking the opportunity, I looked at the document on the table and the words ‘Acquisition Agreement’ jumped out at me. So the news Jessica gave me wasn’t unfounded after all. Eric may very well become my employer in the future. I suddenly thought of the female colleagues at the company who were completely obsessed with him. If they knew Eric was going to be their new boss, would they collectively scream with joy?
As my imagination ran wild, Eric came out of the kitchen holding an unidentifiable glass of fruit juice. Handing me the juice, he explained: “There is only plain water or this is in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” I took the fruit juice from him and put it in front of me.
Then he looked at me strangely. “Aren’t you going to drink?”
His
gaze
made me very uncomfortable. So I had no choice but to pick up the glass and take a sip. The fruit juice had a strange taste – it tasted like a bunch of random fruit mixed in with it. That’s weird; I can’t believe a guy like Eric would drink something as weird as that. Although I didn’t like the taste of the juice, he still watched me intently. Thus, I had no choice but to finish the entire glass.
When Eric saw that I had finished the entire cup, he asked, “Do you want more?”
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