Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 011 Lucia was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, covering her body tightly that left only her eyes and nose showing, being stared at by him, she felt a cold sweat coming out of her back.

Irene noticed August's eyes, she glanced at Lucia, and hurriedly explained,"

President, I don't know who the delivery person is, she just barged into our company, the receptionist downstairs must not have noticed her that's how she had a chance to sneak up, I'll kick her out now..."

"That's ok.

"August spoke up and said, "Let her in."

"What?"Irene's face was full of surprise and She felt she must have misheard.

"I said, let her in."

August dropped these words in a deep voice and then walked straight towards the direction of the office.

Irene froze and waited for August to walk away before she turned her head to look at Lucia and grumbled, "Why didn't you say earlier that you were here to deliver to the president? Hurry up and go inside!"

Lucia didn't say anything, but the hand holding the lunch bag tightened a bit, and she hurriedly walked towards the office with her head down.

August must have recognized her, even if she could hide it from others with this outfit, how could it be possible that she hide it from him? After walking into the office with great care, she could not even look up before she heard this man's command, "Close the door."

Lucia twisted her head and closed the door behind her, taking off her mask as well, Her heart beat faster than she knew it.

"What are you doing here?"

"......came to bring you some soup."

Lucia drew a cold breath, lowered her head and walked to the table, took out the thermos bucket from the bento bag, "What happened yesterday was my fault, I know you are usually very busy at work, I shouldn't have given you a mess, I'm sorry."

Looked at the woman in front of him with her head down, like a schoolgirl who did something wrong, jarring voice, cheeks still red.

The displeasure in August's heart dissipated by half, he raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and, said softly, "All right, it's okay."

Lucia heard him say this and instantly looked at him with some excitement, "Does it mean that......you're not angry now?"

"Yes."

Hearing his answer, Lucia's heart fluttered with joy, then asked, "Maybe tonight you can accompany......"

A sudden knock at the door interrupted her,"

President, there is a document here that you need to sign."

his eyes to Lucia, his face expressionless command, "You go back

on the tip of her tongue and then swallowed, biting her lip and saying softly, "Remember to drink

these words, she put on the mask again and walked out

she would try to talk to him about her father's birthday, but she didn't expect him to be so busy and didn't seem to have the patience to

case, she had no choice but

Mitchell.

the exclusive elevator door when she heard a familiar female

see Irene coming

and asked tentatively, "What is your relationship with the president?

a lost mood at the moment and was not in the mood for her, so she asked coldly in return, "It's none of your business, Am

words, Lucia walked straight to the exclusive

dare you!"Irene stood outside and stomped her feet in

walked out of the office but didn't

had agreed

have dinner together tonight,

Lucia came up with no ideas and thought that she hadn't prepared a birthday present for her father

suitable for her father until she passed by a vintage

her eyes were drawn to a pen with

filled with joy and she quickly asked, "Sir, can

she was pointing

I just haven't had time to

stunned for a moment, "It's been sold

gift, she's pretty sure that Professor Mitchell would like it after just one look at this fountain pen, but she

her head, "It's already been sold, and the buyer is that

of sight and turned her head, seeing a man sitting in a wheelchair in front

face was handsome, his eyes were gentle, and more importantly, Lucia thought that he

As Lucia was staring at the man, he looked up, and for

about to look away, but suddenly

of smiling eyes in a pure giance that anyone

then turned

sold, there was nothing she

than that pen and was

she saw the man in the electric

asked softly, "May

man in

say that you

down at the iron-gray fountain pen in his hand and her eyes lit

in the wheelchair hooked his lips, his eyes shining, "I haven't paid for it yet, if you do like it, I

man nodded, "A gentleman does not take away what others loved, and I just simply like to