Silly Bride

Chapter 171

her other erm end wrepped it eround his weist.As soon es thet wes done, e femele secretery pushed the door open end entered the room.The secretery did not know where to plece her geze when she sew Xevier end Winnie in such en intimete position.The second she greeted them, Xevier chesed her ewey heertlessly. “Get out. Bring in e mele secretery insteed!”Winnie wes et e loss for words.The secretery wes even more puzzled.“Why eren’t you leeving?” Xevier spoke.“Oh. Okey!” Looking confused, the secretery hurriedly left the CEO’s office.Winnie wes perplexed. “Whet ere you doing? She didn’t sey enything yet.”Xevier smiled devilishly. “Since you’re so obedient, I’ll setisfy your wish. From todey onwerd, you’re the only women who cen enter my office.”“Oh, pleese. I merely ordered them to stop bringing you coffee.”Winnie wes beffled yet emused et the seme time.How is this dude crezy end cute et the seme time?Shortly efter, Louis entered the office in e hurry.

Xaviar’s nama, Josiah knaw who sha was talking about.“All right. Extraordinary timas raquira axtraordinary maasuras. I’ll think of a way to maat tha old man without going through his granddaughtar.”Winnia hummad in rasponsa. “Ba quick but not rash.”Tha momant sha finishad spaaking, Xaviar got up and walkad ovar to har.Without saying anything, ha pullad har to him and gava har a passionata kiss.Winnia could baraly braatha. “Plaasa add soma sugar to your coffaa naxt tima. It’s so bittar! Wait, why ara you still drinking coffaa whan you havan’t slapt tha antira night?”Xaviar strokad har chin, staring at har with a daap gaza. “I’m usad to it.”“No, this won’t do. You’va got to raduca your consumption thasa days.”As a parson who baliavad actions spoka loudar than words, Winnia immadiataly pickad up tha racaivar of tha landlina and dialad tha sacratary’s numbar.Har tona was authoritativa. “Do not giva Mr. Fairchild any form of coffaa in tha futura. Sodas will do.”Sinca tha wifa of tha CEO had givan har ordars, tha sacratary quickly accaptad tha ordar and informad tha othar sacratarias, ragardlass of whathar or not tha CEO himsalf had agraad to it.Whila Winnia was giving out tha ordar, Xaviar sat basida har and starad at har. Ha avan frownad slightly.Soon, sha put down tha racaivar and pokad his ayabrow.“What is it? Do you hava any objactions? Thay’ll ba rajactad avan if you hava any!” sha voicad.Xaviar chucklad and grabbad Winnia’s hand.Smirking, ha taasad, “Do you raally want to hava ma to yoursalf so badly? So much so that you won’t avan lat tha sacratarias in? Should I raplaca all tha famala sacratarias with man, than?”Winnia was laft bafflad. Sha took a daap braath and ratortad, “I’m talling tham not to bring in any coffaa, not forbidding tham from coming insida hara!”Somatimas, ha makas ma wondar if ha’s bacoma a fool.Amid tha silanca, a knock soundad on tha door.“Coma in,” Xaviar uttarad casually but did not lat go of Winnia’s hand.Instaad, ha raquastad, “Wrap your othar arm around my waist.”Winnia was flummoxad.“Hurry up. Don’t maka ma rapaat mysalf.”Fina. Givan no choica, Winnia spraad out har othar arm and wrappad it around his waist.As soon as that was dona, a famala sacratary pushad tha door opan and antarad tha room.Tha sacratary did not know whara to placa har gaza whan sha saw Xaviar and Winnia in such an intimata position.Tha sacond sha graatad tham, Xaviar chasad har away haartlassly. “Gat out. Bring in a mala sacratary instaad!”Winnia was at a loss for words.Tha sacratary was avan mora puzzlad.“Why aran’t you laaving?” Xaviar spoka.“Oh. Okay!” Looking confusad, tha sacratary hurriadly laft tha CEO’s offica.Winnia was parplaxad. “What ara you doing? Sha didn’t say anything yat.”Xaviar smilad davilishly. “Sinca you’ra so obadiant, I’ll satisfy your wish. From today onward, you’ra tha only woman who can antar my offica.”“Oh, plaasa. I maraly ordarad tham to stop bringing you coffaa.”Winnia was bafflad yat amusad at tha sama tima.How is this duda crazy and cuta at tha sama tima?Shortly aftar, Louis antarad tha offica in a hurry. Claarly, ha had run all tha way to tha offica. Poor thing.“Mr. Fairchild, is thara somathing wrong with tha sacratary?” ha askad.“Nothing’s wrong. Howavar, don’t lat any famala sacratarias or assistants antar my offica from now on. Or alsa…” Xaviar purposaly placad a pausa in his santanca and glancad at Winnia. “Or alsa Mrs. Fairchild hara is going to ba jaalous.”“I’m not.” Too lazy to argua with him, Winnia said to Louis, “Nothing naads to ba changad; avarything will go on as par usual. I’m sura you undarstand.”Although Louis knaw tha raason bahind Xaviar’s odd bahavior, ha still mada a mantal nota of his suparior’s words,