I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 308 Mrs. Morgan’s Revenge

The side door of Jeffrey’s office opened, and the staff from the assistant department hastily escorted Isla out. as if they were afraid of being discovered by Melanie. Two assistants even purposely followed Isla, shielding her from Melanie’s sight…

Melanie sneered inwardly. A meeting? And Isla was attending, too?

She smirked when she glanced at the menu again. All the dishes she ordered were his favorites. Melanie’s lips

curled with a touch of coldness.

With a flash in her eyes, she decisively picked up her phone and dialed the restaurant’s number. “Hello, has

my order been started?”

“Madam, your order is ready for delivery. It will arrive in about ten minutes,” the waiter replied politely.

“Please include some extra condiment packets,” Melanie said nonchalantly.

“Sure. May I ask what flavor you prefer?”

“I love the spicy flavor. The insanely spicy one,” Melanie pronounced each word decisively.

“Alright. I’ll add some extra chili oil for you,” the waiter responded, slightly puzzled. After all, the dishes the lady ordered were light. Why would she want it to be insanely spicy?

“Thank you,” she said coldly, and then put the phone aside.

later, the food

also ended. Melanie looked at the packages of chili oil with satisfaction. Without hesitation, she opened them and poured all of it

more minutes, the main door of Jeffrey’s office opened. Several men walked out one

toward the guest room, his eyes focused

“You’re here?”

was pleasantly surprised. She had never taken the initiative to come to him before. They had shared

still dealing with some important matters, he lost his focus

“I brought you dinner.”

delicate hand. She adjusted the lunchbox,

her with concern. “It’s so late. You should go home

eat, how

+15 BONUS

one. Jeffrey sat down to eat, but his gaze remained

Morgan, saw the food, his

food looked spicy. The red color of the chili had completely covered the dishes… If

and gently saying, “All the

it’s hot.”

after a moment did Jeffrey lower his head to see the festive colors on the table. His lips twitched. He understood why

he pretended to be calm, smiled, and picked up the cutlery. Then, he had a bite of the

it, his Adam’s apple

one eating the spicy food. He couldn’t help but admire Jeffrey. The president was indeed

it?