Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Spencer lowered his head to look at her. “Is there a problem?”

“N-No. Not at all.”

Charlize gazed downward at the pancake in her hand. Spencer had taken a bite from the same spot she had eaten from a moment ago.

Isn't this the equivalent of an indirect kiss?

That thought caused her to blush. All of a sudden, the pancake felt scalding hot to her.

Noticing her long silence, Spencer inquired abruptly, “Do you have mysophobia?”

“No, I don't!”

Charlize shook her head frantically upon hearing his words. Worried that Spencer would misunderstand her, she pondered a moment before taking a decisive bite of the pancake.

That time around, she could no longer tell what the pancake tasted like. All she could think of was the fact that she and Spencer had kissed indirectly.

Even though Spencer had kissed her once the night before, she still had not gotten used to it, as it was, after all, her first-ever relationship.

“Do you mind if I drink some of your milk?”

Spencer gave the milk in Charlize's left hand a look. He might appear to be asking for permission, but his hand had already reached over.

The warmth of his hand enveloping the back of hers caused Charlize to retract her hand reflexively. The moment she loosened her grip, she suddenly remembered that she was still holding onto the milk, which would spill to the ground if she were to let go.

Hence, she retightened her hold on the milk immediately.

“I don't mind at all.”

Not daring to make eye contact with Spencer, Charlize gradually pulled back her hand before taking another bite of the pancake.

Soon, she saw the milk being handed back to her. “I need to drive now,” Spencer said.

“Okay...”

Upon taking the milk from Spencer, Charlize gave him a look.

The man had already placed his focus on the traffic ahead. After a brief respite, the jam in front had begun to ease up.

By the time both of them arrived at the office's parking lot, it was already five minutes past nine. No sooner had Charlize alighted the car than she was greeted by the sight of the director of the administrative department, Walter Bourne.

Just as she attempted to avoid him, the door was already shut. Since it was too late to get back into the car, she swiftly turned her back to the young man.

After Spencer got out of the car, he threw Charlize a glance before walking up to her side.

The sight of the duo did not surprise Walter. Charlize was Spencer's secretary, after all, so they were always seen together in the office.

To him, it was not weird at all.

“Good morning, Mr. Lacroix, Ms. Johnson.”

When the clueless Walter came forward to greet them cordially, Charlize stiffened for a moment before turning around and giving Spencer a self-conscious look. The man did not seem to show any reaction, merely responding to Walter with an indifferent nod. “Mmm-hmm.”

It's all right for Spencer to react coldly because he's the boss, but I'm just a salaried employee. So, I shouldn't be rude to my peers.

With that thought in mind, Charlize smiled at Walter professionally. “Good morning, Mr. Bourne.”

Walter waved his hand enthusiastically and even asked if Charlize had her breakfast. “If you haven't, I brought extra today. Having a little baby fat does wonders for girls!”

Charlize had spoken to Walter a couple of times and found him to be generally nice to her. Since he had offered her his breakfast, it would be rude for her not to answer. “I've had my fill. Thanks for the kind offer, Mr. Bourne.”

Meanwhile, Spencer's eyebrows twitched as he eyed Walter with an icy countenance.

Unfortunately, Walter was oblivious to it. He had always found Charlize to be gentle and adorable, unlike other secretaries who were usually aloof. As a result, he liked chatting with her every time they ran into each other.

It was common for those who did administrative work to enjoy socializing with others.

“Mr. Bourne,” Spencer called out abruptly after staying quiet throughout.

Only then did it occur to Walter that their boss was still present. He immediately felt embarrassed at having gotten carried away with the young woman he had a crush on. “Um, have you had breakfast, Mr. Lacroix? Why don't I give you mine?”

Without sparing him a glance, Spencer asserted coldly, “It's three more minutes before ten past nine.”

Walter froze. “I'm sorry, Mr. Lacroix. I won't be late next time. Anyway, I'll be heading up first.”

Even though his crush was important, so was his work.

Walter ran off to the elevator the moment he finished speaking.

However, the elevator was crowded since it was peak hour.

In fact, there were already quite a few people in the elevator that had descended from the first floor. After stepping into it, Walter thought of asking Spencer and Charlize if they wanted to come in, as there was still space. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Spencer lowering his head to tuck Charlize's hair behind her ear.

No one else but a couple could do something intimate like that.

The scene Walter witnessed dealt him such a great blow that his face fell instantly.

At the same time, the other employees in the elevator saw the interaction between Spencer and Charlize too. A nosey female employee remarked softly, “My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, right? Those two people seem to be Mr. Lacroix and Ms. Johnson!”

“It's them!”

“I think Mr. Lacroix was tucking Ms. Johnson's hair behind her ear just now! They're—”

“I've long felt that Mr. Lacroix likes Ms. Johnson. I once brought Ms. Johnson a document during noon and saw that she seemed to have fallen asleep after taking flu medication. Then, I saw Mr. Lacroix draping a jacket over her shoulders!”