Rotten Twins: Making a CEO a Daddy นิยาย บท 24

Kathleen walked away and went across the Department of Design. There, when she saw Lyla, her brows furrowed together and she gave her a glare before she left.

Lily Aldrin was with Lyla at that moment and she saw the glare from Kathleen. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked, “What’s going on? What happened?”

Lyla, annoyed, furrowed her eyebrows as well. “I accidentally blue balled her,” she said, helplessly.

Lily was surprised. Her lips parted, wanting to say something. However, she could not stop her own curiosity from pouring out.

She turned to her and asked, “Has it something to do with a certain activity?”

“They couldn’t reach that point.”

“Then it’s nothing interesting!” said Lily, feeling a little disappointed.

Lyla was liking the woman more and more. She was direct yet cheerful at the same time. It was fun being around her.

At that moment, someone came over to her desk.

“Lowe, I’ve finished these documents. All that’s left is President Pattinson’s signature and it’s all done.”

Lyla took over the documents and looked over them.

“Alright,” she said as she nodded.

After the man left, only then did Lyla realize something. She was going to meet Mark Pattinson to ask for his signature.

She had accidentally ruined their time and now she was supposed to go look for him to ask for his signature? Wouldn’t that be…

She peeked her head out and scouted around. Everyone was busy with their own work. It was her own project and to ask for someone else to take the president's signature in her stead would be inappropriate. She thought for a while and in the end… She decided to do it on her own. It’s not like he would swallow her whole…

As she reached the decision, she stood up, grabbed the documents, and went straight to Mark Pattinson’s office.

With utmost politeness, she knocked on the door. Mark voice’s rang in response. “Come in!”

Lyla pushed the door inward and entered the office. Mark was sitting in his chair, writing something on his desk. He looked like he was in deep focus with his black shirt and half rolled up sleeves. It was a sight that was hard to break off.

A hardworking woman might look beautiful but a man in focus was just as charming. Moreover, there was something indescribable about him. The longer she looked, the more her heart raced.

No wonder Kathleen always lunged herself at him! The man had every characteristic for a woman to throw herself at!

As she thought about it, her mind drifted to how her son, Hansel, would grow up to be like that.

She prayed hard, for Mark Pattinson not to be her children’s father.

He did not want her son to be as adulterous as Mark Pattinson.

Mark Pattinson raised his gaze after he noticed how Lyla was not making any sound. When he was looking at her, he stopped writing.

“Can I help you?” said Mark. His all-serious behavior was just too normal, as if nothing had happened. There was hardly a trace from the previous encounter left on his face!

Lyla snapped herself back to reality. Her eyes focused and she discarded the awkwardness. She smiled and walked closer.

“President Pattinson, I need your signature on these documents.”

Mark took the stack of paper and had a look. He signed them and returned the documents to her.

“I’ll leave now if you’ve nothing for me,” said Lyla as she grabbed the documents.

“Wait!”

Lyla held her steps. She turned around. “Yes, President Pattinson?”

“Do you have anything going on around afternoon?”

“I don’t…”

“Good, I’m going out for a bit and you’re coming with me,” said Mark as he closed the folder on his desk.

“What’s… going on?” Lyla asked.

“I need your help for something… personal.”

The moment he mentioned it was about something personal, Lyla was not happy. Mark Pattinson grabbed the coat and walked out of the office. He turned to her and asked, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to?”

As an employee, how could she decline?

A smile formed on her face and said, “No! I’m not… It’s just… We’re still on the clock…”

“Do you think others would think you’re slacking off if you go out with me?” Mark answered her with a question.

Lyla blinked as she looked at him. It was only then did she realize that he had misunderstood her meaning. She did not want to go but since the conversation had reached that point, could she decline his invitation still?

She then obediently complied and nodded.

“That’s good then.”

“Come.”

Mark, in the front, took the lead. Lyla followed him from behind.

Mark drove on his own and Lyla sat in the co-driver’s seat. There was a scent lingering in the car. A kind of faint sweet smell that was pleasant and somewhat relaxing, calming for one’s nerves.