Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 16

“Me?” Monique Xander pointed at herself with her fair, slender index finger and asked Mandy Jane doubtfully.

‘Me? There must be some kind of mistake!’

Mandy nodded with certainty but the look she gave Monique was odd.

Everyone there was curious. Some were guessing that she would not come out alive before getting a severe reprimand!

Monique was a little nervous. She walked into the office fully alert to see a black-and-white themed space filled with an extraordinary luxurious leather couch and a solid refined wood desk. Even the few artworks by court painters on the wall were highlighting his exceptional identity. The furniture was simple yet adequately extravagant.

Henry Moore was seated on a black couch beside a wide French window with his back facing her. He looked like a divine being from the back due to his inborn elegance. His pose was effortlessly sophisticated and graceful.

His side profile reminded Monique of a towering mountain in the panoramic scenery, complemented with his grim manner. His aquiline nose, coolly-arched brows, and unimpaired contour looked as if they were deftly carved.

He was giving out a particular intimidating vibe although he was just sitting there casually.

Monique felt uneasy and her heart was pounding as if it would fall out any second.

That was her first time to be in a luxurious place like this. The chairman must be extremely wealthy.

‘Why is he asking to see me? Did I offend him by spilling coffee?’

There was a hellish coldness emitting from him despite his poker face. She could sense a suffocating tension from his strong presence although there was some distance between them.

“Hi, about the coffees, it was an accident. I will clean them up right away!” Monique took a deep breath and explained with caution.

“There is a break room here. Go change out of your dirty clothes.” Henry moved his lips insouciantly, his voice deep and magnetic like a cello yet somewhat nonchalant.

He did not turn around at all! He did not want to see her in such a filthy state.

Monique looked at her clothes drenched in coffee and realized that he called her over so that she could change. Her heart was filled with warmth instantly and her fear subsided.

She thought that he was unhappy with her for spilling the coffees.

“I’m fine, thanks!” said Monique with a smile.

She did not intend to change because she wanted to leave as soon as she could to finish her work in the café. She had to go home early so that she could make it in time to prepare dinner for Little Nomi.

“Go now!” Henry raised his brow in displeasure, his tone gloomy.

He did not expect her to decline, any woman would die to hear him say those words. Although he was repulsed by her filthy state, she was still dumb to reject his kindness.

“I appreciate it, but really, no thanks. If there’s nothing else… I should go.” Monique wanted to say this.

Henry turned his head sideways and looked over her direction before she could finish. He was striking, flawless even, with his coolly arched brows, jet black eyes, and aquiline nose. However, his dark eyes were deep with meaning, which was somewhat intimidating.