shuhaige
Chapter 172
Chapter 172
Chapter 172
Just as she was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps outside got closer and closer, and suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open and a tall figure appeared in the doorway.
Lucia froze, her back stiffened, and when she raised her head, she saw August standing there with a serious face, looking at her in a stern way.
Stunned, Lucia asked, "What are you doing here?"
Seeing the woman's eyes flash with panic, August sulkily pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "To inspect my employee's work."
Then, he paid no attention to her expression, striding to her desk.
The pair of deep eyes sharply swept across her desk, and his gaze finally rested on a folder on the right corner of the table.
Lucia followed his gaze.
She panicked.
Before she could react, August had already stretched out his long hand and picked up the folder and flipped it.
Lucia's heart tightened.
That was a contract Paul Thomas had given her, which needed to be translated.
If August found out that she was secretly taking an outside job, the consequence could be severe.
After all, there was an explicit rule that employees were not allowed to take other jobs outside of the company.
Now she put the document in broad daylight, she was afraid...
Before Lucia had time to imagine the consequence, the boss had already raised his head, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and a thin layer of anger appeared in his eyes.
The man raised his hand, holding the document, stared into her eyes and asked, "What is this?"
Lucia's hands that were holding together couldn't help but tighten.
Her gaze began to drift.
What should she say? Admit directly that it was another job she had secretly taken? Yet, something didn't seem right.
She had been working overtime for several days, but he picked the day when she just got the folder to inspect.
More coincidentally, he made a beeline to this folder, as if he had already known it.
With a sharp breath, she came to her senses.
After biting her lip, silent for a long while, she finally mustered the courage to look up at the man’s cold eyes and uttered dryly, "This is a contract for a friend of mine.
He needs a translator."
August's eyebrows tightened, and he threw the folder in his hand onto the table with a light touch.
"Do you know that there is an explicit rule in the company that employees are not allowed to take a second job?"
Lucia took a deep breath, clenched her fist and said, "I didn't intend to do it in the company.
My time off work is my private time, I can do this, can't I?"
She was convinced that he must have known about this beforehand, and now he was finding her trouble.
Thinking that every move might be under August's surveillance, Lucia was irritated.
She took another deep breath and said word for word in a steady voice, "Don't worry, Mr.Adams, I won't use my working time, and it won't affect my performance."
Seeing the woman's chin slightly raised, her gaze firm, and she as arrogant as a black swan, August felt his anger grow stronger.
It was clear she was the wrong party, but now it seemed like he was the one at fault.
Veins bulged in his forehead as he clenched his fists and pursed his lips into a cold slit.
A few seconds later, he reached out and pressed both hands on the armrests of Lucia’s chair.
Then forcefully, he pulled her towards him with the chair.
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Looking up at him, Lucia was flustered.
She could even smell the faint alcohol on the man's body.
At once, her heart was ina greater panic.
She subconsciously stretched out her hand to block the man's chest, "What are you...
doing?"
His dark gaze was obscure as he said in a morose voice, word by word, "I've told you, when you need help, you can come to me."
Yet, she went to Paul Thomas.
August gritted his teeth.
Besides, as long as she needed help, he could just hand her a few projects within her abilities, and the bonus could be much more handsome than what she found outside.
He was not trying to deny her self-respect and give her money for nothing.
He was offering her the opportunity to earn it with her own strength.
To his surprise, his help had come across her mind.
As soon as Lucia heard his words, her face instantly turned sour.
She stared back at August, her gaze heavy and aloof, her heart occupied with anger.
"I don't need your help!"
She gritted her teeth and spoke without thinking, "Do you think everyone should circle around you? August Adams, I’m telling you, I'm not like the women around you! I'm not someone is at beck and call! I hate you, I don't even want to see you!"
The anger breeding in the bottom of her heart had been fermented, and it exploded in a fury.
August was slightly stunned, not quite convinced of what he had heard.
He had never heard any woman say she hated him.
He had no interest in women, especially those who wanted to jump on him.
Now when someone admit she hated him and didn't want to see him, he had strange and complicated emotions in his heart.
He furrowed his brows, tightening his grip on the armrests on both sides of the chair.
Looking into her eyes, his dark pupils were like dark holes, sucking her in.
"You hate me?"
he said in a cold, hard tone.
In a rage, even though she could read the danger in the man's eyes, Lucia was still determined to give him a positive answer.
She said word by word, "Yes, I hate..."
The words did not finish when her chin was lifted by a large hand.
The next second, softness landed on her lips, blocking all the speech she wanted to make.
The man's movements were domineering.
The moment she resisted and struggle, he had already extended his hand and easily pinned both of her arms behind her back, firmly suppressing her.
Lucia's face was red with anger.
Unable to push him away, she twisted her body, grabbing, pushing and kicking.
Yet, he did not let go.
Instead, he leaned closer to her.
She had no choice but to open her mouth and bite his lips in anger.
Feeling the blood in his mouth, August frowned.
It was his blood.
He hadn't expected that she would be so ruthless.
He withdrew, pulling away from her.
Looking at the woman's stubborn eyes and water lips, his eyes darkened fiercely.
He reached out, pulling the woman up from the chair, and pushed her to the side as she was pinned to the table.
Unable to break free, Lucia gritted her teeth angrily.
She had no choice but to glare at him viciously and threatened, "August Adams, let go! If you don't let go, I'll scream!"
Her words didn't knock any sense into his head.
Pausing for two seconds, Lucia realized that, at this time, if she yelled at the top of her lungs, no one would come to her rescue.
At this moment, August's big palm climbed up her waist.
Without hesitation, it slipped down along the fabric, and slid into her trousers without obstacles.
Lucia's face instantly changed, her body tensed.
Before she could react, the man had already pressed to her ear, his voice extremely soft but confident, "If you hate me, why are you so wet?"
This sentence, like a thunderclap, exploded in her ears.