Chapter 12 Meeting Mr. Pattinson, Again

The time spent with her children was truly blissful. In a blink of an eye, it was already Monday.

After breakfast, Lyla took her children to the kindergarten and took a cab to her workplace.

“Lyla! Meeting room! Now!” someone quickly notified her the moment Lyla stepped into the company.

“Thanks! I’ll be right there!” Lyla replied with a smile.

Lyla did a simple arrangement of her documents and went to the meeting room with Lily Aldrin.

“There are regular meetings every Monday. There will be notices if they want to hold other types of meetings,” Lily explained as they walked.

Lily Aldrin was a good colleague. She was very friendly, quick to hold a conversation with others, and in the span of just two days working in the company, she had explained all the basic things to Lyla.

“By the way, today’s meeting is led by the president himself. Usually, we wouldn’t see him since he is always busy,” said Lily, whisper-like.

On the one hand, Lyla had spent two days in the office and had not yet seen the president. She had only heard about Mark Pattinson from the other female colleagues.

What they knew about Mark Pattinson was news that would be tabloid material. On one day he would be featured in a news story about going out with another female star, and on another day, he would be photographed going out with a model.

‘Hmph.’

Lyla was thinking about it. Perhaps their president was just a playboy, or perhaps not…

…

The two rushed to the meeting room. There were already other employees gathered there from every other department.

Just as they entered, they turned their line of sight which everyone else was focused onto, excitingly. Curiously, she followed and when she saw the person that was sitting in the front most seat, her entire body froze stiff.

‘Isn’t… Isn’t that… HIM!?’

“Lilly, who’s that?” she asked, despite being fully aware of who he was. She was still bearing doubt in herself as she asked.

At that moment, Mark Pattinson was wearing a dark blue coloured shirt and a pair of black slacks, the buttons on his collars were off, revealing the firm, chiseled chest which accentuated the clean, handsome face of his. His eyes were dark and deep. The long sleeves of his shirt were rolled upward, showing off the branded watch that was on his wrist. There was nowhere on the man’s body that was not bespoke of regal and wealth.

“Shush. Keep it down. That’s the corporation president! Mark Pattinson!” Lily answered.

At that moment, Lyla felt stupid.

Could the world be more cruel to her?

Concurrently, the man turned over. His face, his movement, his eyes, were all too familiar.

‘Hansel!’

He looked exactly like Hansel!

That time, when she met him, albeit in a hurry, she felt the similarity then. This time, as she examined him closely, he looked like an older version of Hansel!

At that moment then, a sudden thought came to her mind. Perhaps, this was the man that bedded her that night. She cannot be sure!

Even so, she should stop herself from thinking too much.

At that moment, Lyla was truly regretting she had never had a good look at the man before she left.

Just then, Lyla was too engrossed into her thinking.

“Lyla, hey, are you already in love with the man?” said Lily after she saw how Lyla looked. She tugged the edge of her shirt.

Lyla whispered her protest.

“What are you saying? That’s ridiculous.”

“Oh please, I can see it on your face,” Lily teased.

“Unlikely!” Lyla answered quickly.

“Well… Ah, forget it. I’ll stop now. I can’t really explain it right now,” she added.

Just as they were exchanging words with each other, she felt a cold stare coming at their direction.

Lyla could feel a chill down her back and when she met Mark Pattinson’s line of sight, she quickly turned to her documents to dodge it.

She was not sure if he caught her but she braced herself. If the man was not happy then, he could simply fire her at any moment.

Alas, she stopped talking and dragged Lily Aldrin to a chair.

When the meeting was only halfway through, Lyla had already wished for it to be over.

“There is a new employee in the Department of Design. Her name is Miss Lyla Lowe. Please welcome!” said the president’s assistant, clapping.