In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

Chapter 8 I Have Something With Him

Grace was somewhat hesitant. She had already submitted her resignation, and she no longer had any obligations to handle matters like this.

Moreover, although Yvonne’s words sounded like a request, her tone made it seem like an order.

Grace didn’t like it.

Then again, Benjamin did have her identification card, and this would be the last time she would be dealing with such trivial tasks.

She could also use the chance and ask him for her identification card when she sent the coffee over later.

She took a deep breath and said, “Okay.”

“Thanks.” Then, Yvonne walked away.

After getting pregnant, Yvonne’s demeanor had a touch of motherliness. Nevertheless, her confidence as the affluent daughter of a prominent family still contrasted with Grace’s.

Back then, thanks to Grace’s distinguished family, Yvonne had been nowhere on par with her. However, as the years had passed, Grace seemed to have ended up losing her poise and elegance.

Grace stood there in a daze for a while before she collected her thoughts. Then, she went to the pantry to brew the Americano with three-quarter black sugar and one-quarter milk.

how Benjamin liked

had ended and everyone was

Benjamin wasn’t around, she assumed that he must have gone

hand, she knocked on his office

It was Yvonne’s

to pluck up her courage and finally

saw Yvonne wrapping her

mentally prepared herself, her heart still stung like hell

Grace had seen her intimacy with Benjamin. “You can leave after putting

slowly raised

coldness that it seemed like he could devour her right then

felt like Benjamin was doing this on purpose. He was aware of her presence, yet he chose to let her stumble upon his intimate moment with Yvonne, all to

over when she didn’t receive any

putting the coffee

forward, she suddenly halted in

voices behind her, she couldn’t help but imagine Benjamin getting intimate with

use

was a little displeased that

mustered up the courage to look

important of mine. I

instance, the atmosphere in the spacious president’s

desk was piled high with stacks of documents, they weren’t enough to conceal what the two people were doing

was unbuttoned, and a hickey