Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 073

She didn't want August to go out with half of his face swollen. People in the neighborhood who didn't know what had happened would probably think she had beaten him up. She took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I'll do it for you before you go."

His eyes lit up inconspicuously. August looked up at her and he seemed to be a little puzzled by her reaction.

Lucia gritted her teeth and pretended to be calm as she explained, 'It's a bad idea for you to go out like this." Hearing that, August realized it too. He paused, stepped over, and sat down in the chair without refusing. Lucia unscrewed the cap, squeezed some ointment onto her slender finger, and walked over to August. She hesitated and then slowly applied it to his face where it was red and swollen. With her fingertip, she gently rubbed the ointment into the swollen place in slow circles, but he still inevitably felt some pain. Grandma had given him a good slap. With his brows knitted, August felt the slight stinging pain in his cheek. And the refreshing smell of the ointment lingered

around his nose, mixed with the sweet scent from the woman. Lucia tried to apply the ointment as evenly as possible. After all that, she gently leaned over and blew on the injured area. Every time Lucia was injured when she was a child, Mrs. Mitchell would blow on it like this after applying the ointment to her, and then the pain would be gone. Lucia had gotten into the same habit. It seemed that August hadn't expected her to suddenly come closer. He only felt cooler in his cheek as she blew and the pain was immediately relieved a lot, but the next second, his heart fluttered and even his back involuntarily tensed. With her sweet smell around his nose, August found himself burning inside, with an indescribable dry and hot sensation. This woman had no idea how risky it was to do so! Before he reacted, Lucia had already straightened up. She screwed the cap back on and said indifferently, "It's done." August regained his composure and frowned involuntarily before he stood up. "Burton and the others are still waiting for you outside." Lucia casually put away the ointment and implied that he should

leave now in a cold voice.

Hearing that, August turned to look at the side of her face and his face slightly darkened.

She was already trying to drive him away? Was it so hard for her to be in the same room with him? The next second, he unconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the woman's wrist all of a sudden, stepped forward, and directly pushed her to the table.

cornered at the table. With the man's arms on each side of her like a

escape.

conceal her nervousness. "You're overconfident,                             aren't you?"                                             

feelings for him? She               had been          hurt too much  by him, hadn't she? She     

    "I don't have  

               to you for the sake of              Grandma." August's face darkened abruptly. He looked into her eyes as

him as she said,

to meet his eyes without any fear and said in a firm tone, "Yes.' At that, August's eyes darkened. After a

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the man's figure disappeared outside the door of her bedroom and soon came the sound of the door closing. Only then did Lucia relax her tense body and gasp for air. She couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine when she thought of his gaze just now, In fact, she didn't know if she had feelings for him. The only thing she knew was that she was emotional about him, but she wasn't sure if she was more concerned or resentful about him. Perhaps she was a little touched and attached to the man after spending so many days together with him, but today, it was time for her to put an end to all those emotions that she should not have had. Thinking of this, Lucia actually

against the table in a daze quietly,

When the door was opened, Mrs.

Lucia and August had divorced. She thought August had come over to ask Lucia to go back as Grandma had. Therefore, she asked softly, "So, did you change your mind?" "No." Lucia turned to Mrs. Mitchell and her tone was unusually firm. "Mom, I'm over with August." She sounded so determined and firm that Mrs. Mitchell looked a little sad. "I see." Mrs. Mitchell had thought that Lucia finally met an intelligent and good-looking

end up like this and felt somewhat guilty. Noticing the look on Mrs. Mitchell's face, Lucia took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment before she said softly,