Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 707

The next day was Monday. Lindsey arrived at the office half an hour early as usual. She watered a potted plant at the office that Zayn kept and cleaned up a few dry and yellow leaves. Finally, she helped herself to a cup of coffee before sitting down on the swivel chair.

At 8:30 am, Emilia carried a stack of documents that had piled up over the past four days that could only be signed by Lindsey.

Then, a group of executives led by Quentin took turns entering and leaving Lindsey's office until past 10:00 am.

Lindsey took a sip of the cold coffee on the table that was bitter, and only then did she focus on the documents on the table.

She placed a stack of signed and approved documents on her right while those that were rejected were placed on her left.

Time flew by, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

Emilia knocked on the door and came in after getting a response. "Ms. Juhl, the President of Evans Corporation has asked to see you."

Lindsey rubbed the back of her sore neck and paused when she heard the words.

The youth condominium project between Denarius and Evans Corporation had already been negotiated by Quentin, and both parties had already agreed on the final terms in Lindsey's absence over the past two days. Only the final contract remained incomplete.

Lindsey put her hand down and felt a little annoyed, but she still said, "Let him in."

A few minutes later, the man in a white shirt and black pants with a long gray trench coat was brought in. Arthur had come alone, and Emilia left the room as soon as she led the man in.

"Lindsey." Arthur's tall figure had a strong presence. He looked around the huge office and sat down with Lindsey's gesture.

Soon, Emilia brought up two cups of hot tea that were not too strong and set them on the table. The tea gave off a faint fragrance.

Lindsey did not know what to say, but Arthur knew how to keep the atmosphere from getting awkward and said in a gentle voice, "I heard that you were on a business trip the past few days?"

"Yeah." Lindsey nodded a little. "In Salem City."

Arthur picked up the tea and blew away some floating leaves on top before he gently took a sip. His movements were elegant. "No wonder I haven't seen you these days."

Lindsey smiled helplessly and allowed herself to relax. "Well, I have no other choice. The job requires it."

"Is it hard?" Arthur asked.

"Huh?" Lindsey did not hear what he said clearly and raised her eyebrows. "What?"

Arthur looked at her bloodshot eyes. His voice was gentle but tense as he continued, "Is it hard for you to be in charge of such a large company all by yourself?"

Lindsey avoided his burning gaze and picked up the cup of tea on the table to hide her discomfort.

"It’s fine," She said, "I'm not alone. Quentin helped me with most of the work, and there are so many employees in the company. Everyone’s working very hard."

After that, Lindsey pursed her lips and smiled. It was a relaxed smile. She then winked playfully. "They have it much worse than me."

Arthur looked at the smile on her face and smiled along with her, but did not go into the topic.

"It's getting late." The tea in his cup was mostly gone in the blink of an eye. The top button of his white shirt was unbuttoned, showing a hint of his sculpted chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he said, "I wonder if I’ll have the pleasure of treating our new partner to a meal?"

Lindsey knew that she was being too uncooperative, but she did not think to change.

Lindsey looked up in surprise at his words and bumped into the burning light in Arthur's eyes.

He was like a child who had gotten his new favorite toy and was excited to share it with his best friend, even if the other person did not appreciate it at all.

A certain part of Lindsey’s heart was moved. She could deeply feel Arthur's dedication to her and knew that she could not possibly return the same feelings to him.

"Perhaps..." Lindsey tried to speak, "Perhaps, there will be someone more suitable than me to share this happiness with you."

She could not bear to look Arthur straight in the eyes when she said this, but even so, she still said it with some difficulty.

‘I never told you, but I actually don't like Japanese food.’ These words were at the tip of her tongue and she almost blurted it out, but in the end, she did not say it.

They did not eat yet, so it was too rude for her to say so.

Moreover, with Arthur's IQ, he would naturally understand what she meant by that.

After a long time, the young man opposite her finally spoke, "Perhaps." He said in a deep voice that seemed less excited, "Who knows?"

Lindsey did not want to continue this conversation and looked around the restaurant. Through the gap in the divider, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a tightly covered-up person.