Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 783

Chapter 783 Are you making up with me?

"Here you are. Mom asked me to bring it to you." While saying this, Timothy put the milk on the table.

August’s face was gloomy and didn't show any drunkenness. He gave a low "OK" as a response after his eyes glanced at the milk on the table.

Seeing this, Timothy deliberately sighed with mock melancholy, sat on the sofa beside August, and murmured, "Dad, do you think mom attracts people's affection easily."

August’s eyes slowly landed on this little one. It seemed that he didn't want to talk to Timothy, but was somewhat curious about what Timothy would say next.

"If I had such a wife, I would be very uneasy, too.” He held his chin in his hands, and his face was full of childish innocence.

August spoke in a cold voice, "Let's talk straight, there’s no need to beat around the bush."

Timothy knew well that he was not a match for his shrew father. But it was necessary to do the right thing. It would be unconvincing to go straight to the point without foreshadowing.

At the thought of this, Timothy’s face raised an innocent and pure smile, which looked very cute.

"Mom is in a persistent and independent personality. No matter what difficulties she gets into, she wants to solve them herself. She doesn't want to bother you at all. Maybe you would constantly feel frustrated because you have no room to play your talents." Timothy appeared serious and muttered in a low voice.

His voice was neither too loud nor too low as if it were meant for August.

As it was presupposed, as Timothy’s immature voice slowly sounded, August’s face became more and more gloomy.

Though August didn't get the feeling of frustration, Lucia’s stubborn character was true. She never caused any trouble to others. No matter what happened, she would grit her teeth and carry everything on her own.

Seeing the slight change in August’s look, Timothy's eyes got brighter. He reminded softly, "Mom has had a hard time going to the party today, and Janet was pestering her just now ..."

Before he could finish, a cold light flashed in August's eyes, "You know about her going to the party of the political circle?"

Timothy nodded, put on a puzzled and curious look, and asked, "It’s not to do something wrong. Why can't let us know?"

After that, he mocked, "Is it because you failed to carry out your duty of caring about mom if you don’t know it?"

"Go on." Despite knowing that he had something in his words, August chose to deliberately ignore the sparkle in Timothy’s eyes.

Then Timothy loudly explained, "I heard that my mother went there specially for the customs documents. She attached great importance to this party of the political circle and was very cautious for fear that something might happen and delay the company’s business.”

August lowered his eyes after he heard it. His face was devoid of emotions. Timothy stopped it here and said good night to him, then ran out of the study.

The lighter's voice rang in the empty room. The smoke curled up along his knotted fingers and gradually dissipated in the air.

Timothy's words lingered on August's mind, making his heart become trapped and his mood irritated.

Finally, with a frown, he put out the half-burned cigarette, walked out of the study with a heavy step, and then gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom.

Shallow breathing echoed in the quiet room, and the woman on the bed curled up into a small ball and seemed to have fallen asleep.

August walked slowly to the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, and lay beside her. His action was very light for fear of waking her up.