Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson)

Chapter 302

Chapter 302

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If it was someone else, I wouldn’t try to sabotage them,

but not if it was Jolene. An apology was nothing; I would do even worse things if it meant I could get

revenge. “I’m sorry, Mr. Walker. I got out of line. Please forgive me.”

Eric smiled sarcastically. “You better remember that lesson, Lilian. Be quiet and never test my patience

again.”

What? Is he still saying I’m wrong?

A moment later he said, “I asked for you because I think you’re fit for the job. A lot of designers out

there would kill for a spot, but you kept turning me down. Oh right, do you like your office? It’s what you

wanted, right?”

I looked at him, dumbfounded. I only asked for this role because the stress of taking it on would make Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

the job unfeasible, but he seemed to think it was unreasonable. Damn it. He didn’t even bother to deny

that he’s trolling me. And they say he’s Eric Walker, the Eric Walker of the Walker Group.

My hatred for him rose to another level, but there was nothing I could do about it. Eric relaxed a bit after

my apology, and despite having irritated me quite a bit earlier, he said imperiously, “I’m hungry. Come

with me to lunch.”

I was furious. All this for an apology? I was going to turn him down, but decided against it.

Georgie waited downstairs for Eric, as usual, but his face fell when he saw me leaving with Eric, so I

glared back at him. What? Do you think he is so precious? Then take it from me. He’s boring.

As we left the company, Eric said to Georgie, “To the food court.”

“I thought you hated the food there.” Georgie was surprised.

“I want to change one time,” Eric replied, so Georgie drove silently. Before long, we reached the food

court, and as we got into the elevator, Eric sighed. “I was not in a good mood today. I couldn’t even eat

a few bites for breakfast, you know, so I’m starving.”

This guy can be childish at times. “Then you should have asked your secretary to bring you

something,” I retorted.

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “What a foolish woman! You don’t read the room well, do

you? No wonder her husband cheats on her.”

Huh? Why on earth does my husband’s cheating have anything to do with him starving? “You can’t talk

about it, Mr. Walker?” I grabbed. “You will ruin my appetite.”

“Yes, yes, of course. Don’t piss me off and I’ll drop your case.” He readily agreed to my request the first

time, but just as I was about to consider myself lucky, he mocked me again, saying, “They say the food

here is good, but Camie told me everything they sell is rubbish.” . No wonder you can get along with

Kevin. You must be eating junk food all day. Since you like crap so much, I’ll let you decide about our

dinner, junk connoisseur.

You just had to make fun of me at every chance, didn’t you? Guess all you rich kids had was healthy

food while commoners like me lived on junk. Honestly though, the food you eat every day is just

awful. Feeling sullen, I didn’t want to argue with him, so I chose a steakhouse for us. Since he said I

lived on junk food, it was time to show him the greatness of barbecue.

After we sat down, Eric looked at me, expecting me to serve him like the young lord he was. I took the

food, the drinks, the fruits and even the condiments. As I set everything up, Eric just looked around,

doing nothing.

Damn it. I was planning on disgusting him, but now I had to work harder for him. I bet he feels proud of

himself, having someone do everything for him at a steakhouse. As I greased the grill with a little butter

and turned it on, Eric stared at me. Curious, I asked: “Do you want to learn how to barbecue,

Mr. Walker?”

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