Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 315 Compromise

Jonathan looked at her and laughed out loud.

After a while, he arched his brow and smiled, "I'll make an appointment and come to learn more about Redeur with Suecy."

Till she heard that, she finally rested her anxious mind at ease.

Jonathan relented, which meant that her effort was not for nothing.

Out of the racing club, her legs still felt weak.She went back to the office and barely had anything for lunch.She lay prone on her desk for over an hour and gradually got her spirit back.

The race in the morning made her sick for the rest of the day.

Emma came back from lunch and asked her, "Lucia, are you really not going to eat anything? I have sandwiches here.Would you like..."

Lucia weakly shook her head.

"It's okay.I have no appetite."

Emma advised her several times, but she was determined not to eat anything.

In the end, the girl had to give up.

From the elevator, a lithe figure came out with a large thermos box in her hand.

Jeanne headed towards August's office.

The memories of the humiliation last night came flooding back.

She gripped the handle of the box, feeling reluctant and annoyed.

By the time she reached the President's Office, however, the bad feeling was instantly gone.

She put on a smile and knocked on the door.She had thought that August would come over to coax her, but he hadn't done anything.

Fearing that it would draw them apart, she asked the maid to stew some fish soup and came over to make peace.She would rather swallow her pride than give other women any chance.She thought to herself, felt better, and knocked again.

The man's voice came out.

Jeanne heaved a sigh of relief, pushed open the door, and went in.

immediately appeared

the chef to make some fish soup for

the documents.His eyes

she would be mad

she came over so

went to the sofa, put the

cold, I brought it over

his brows, hesitated for a moment, and then

had given in, he had no more

portion to him, and said

and had a sip.His brows were unknitted a little.He liked the fish soup, especially

taste? Good?" Jeanne

August nodded.

"Not bad."

the very least, it was

thought of that

seconds later, he realized

Jeanne looked at him

it, I'll bring it over

have to trouble

face softened, and he said in a gentle

blushed and lowered her

onto his arm, and apologized in a sweet voice, "August...it was really

paused and whispered, "It's

pressed, "You're not

head and forced

not mad

fish soup.She remembered something and quickly said, "By the

she observed August's

of coldness crossed his face, and

with her,

friends! Give her a call,

called in Burton and asked the

notice came from Burton.Her heart

as she reached the President's Office, the chuckle of a woman

knocked on the door and went