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."

but raised his eyes to Lucia, his face expressionless command, "You

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

the mask again and walked out of

as August had subsided, she would try to talk to him about her father's birthday, but she didn't expect him to

this case, she had no choice but to

Mitchell.

she heard a familiar female voice

turned around to see Irene coming

asked tentatively, "What is your relationship with the president? Are you the maid in

in the mood for her, so she asked coldly in return, "It's

dropping these words, Lucia walked straight to the

and stomped her feet

the first floor, Lucia walked out of the office but didn't know where

had agreed

families would have dinner together tonight, but now August couldn't attend,

no ideas and thought that she hadn't prepared a birthday

she passed by a vintage store, where the brown wooden floor and crimson display cases

strolled around the store, passed a display case, and her eyes were drawn to a pen with

asked, "Sir,

came over and saw the pen she

been sold and I

stunned for a moment,

picked any satisfactory gift, she's pretty sure that Professor Mitchell would like it after just one look at

indicating for her to turn her head, "It's

followed his line of sight and turned her head, seeing a man sitting in a wheelchair in front of a display case not far away,

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

was staring at the man, he looked up, and for a moment, they were looking at

look away, but suddenly the man

pure giance that anyone can not

pulled the corners of her lips, politely returned a smile, then turned around,

it was already sold, there was nothing she could do but pick another

suitable gifts than that pen and was about

the man in

"May I help you,

of the man in the wheelchair's mouth

the boss say that you

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

if you do like it, I can let you have it

away what others loved, and I just simply