Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 801 Do You Really Love Me?

"Looking for the thing." Lucia shook the file in her hand and asked casually, "Are you done with the important things? Anything new with the company?"

"The case in Southum is tricky," August replied indifferently.

It was silent for a few seconds before Lucia gave a wry smile and walked out of the study with the file. She closed the door gently and leaned against the cold wall feebly.

She didn't know why she had come here. Maybe she had wanted to escape the closed reception room or to ask August for an explanation. Anyway, she had sat in the study for a long time. Now, again, she was shut out of the place she had been forbidden to enter.

The grievance and anger she had held for a long time could no longer be contained. Subconsciously, she twiddled her fingers, pushed the door open, and rushed back into the study.

However, August was just working on his computer as usual.

Lucia couldn't control herself anymore. Tears stood on the rims of her red eyes as she swept the papers off the desk and onto the floor. The pottery she had just made this afternoon fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. The piercing sound hit her eardrums.

"Lucia, calm down." A glint of helplessness passed across August's eyes, but he didn't do anything to stop her.

Lucia questioned hysterically, her eyes blazing with fury, "Why don't you explain to me? Why does she get to sweep into my life?"

what it is. I don't need to

sneered, shaking slightly, "So? You were childhood friends? The

August stared at her and said in a cold voice, "you should

and mumbled, "Should

phone. "Turner, prepare some soup for Mrs. Adams and

asked in a strangled voice, "August, do you really love

her seriously for the first time this evening

and then you got back together with me to give Timothy and Janet a home. I've been a puppet all along. What's the difference between

and came in. She simply took Lucia's arm and

and said slowly, "Good thing you never said you loved me. I can't afford to be loved because of benefits." Her ears were ringing and she couldn't even hear herself, but

Mrs. Adams is not herself. You..." Turner said tentatively

coldly, "One more word

exited the study, and brought the soup to the

on Lucia's lips. All the memories came flooding back. She wiped her wet eyes as her ears rang again. Suddenly, her knees went weak and she fell on the soft carpet. She felt nauseous and couldn't help but retch, one hand pressed

door was pushed open and the temperature in the

front of her, she questioned angrily, "August, what are you doing? Let go of me!" However, August ignored her words. Unable to resist him, she stumbled after him out of the Adams

as soon as the

the middle of the night?" Lucia glared at August. "What