Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

A few people had goosebumps all over their bodies, and each of them drooped their heads, not even daring to raise their heads.

It’s not yet time to go to work, it’s not too much for them to play some games and watch some TV, the president won’t fire them because of this, right?

-No one dared to ask.

“Where’s Secretary Wang?” Bowen Carter asked in a cold voice.

A man opened his mouth, his voice like a mosquito, “Secretary Wang went to seminar on relationship strategies with her husband, I guess I’ll come back at a pinch …”

Unlike them, their relationship strategies are haphazardly written.

Bowen Carter frowned.

Several people were in their throats, why isn’t the president leaving yet? Is he going to punish them?

“Anyone know where the microwave is?” Bowen Carter asked, scanning the circle.

A few people looked at me and I looked at you, what was the president doing asking this all of a sudden?

“That, President, I know.” One of them stepped forward and stumbled.

Bowen Carter’s gaze fell on him, “Warm up that table in my office.”

Crowd, “!!!”

Their president actually wants leftovers?

Unbelievable!

“And,” Bowen Carter said with a grimace, “when Secretary Wang returns, have her change all of my meetings in the last month to video conferences, plus cancel my outings and send all papers that need to be processed to Beauty Garden. ”

The crowd was stunned, the president, a workaholic, actually skipped work openly?

“Problem?” Bowen Carter asked, frowning when no one answered.

Several people shook their heads in succession, even if there were problems, they, the small staff, did not dare to speak!

Bowen Carter nodded then, his eyes falling on top of the iPad that was playing the TV show.

The secretaries giggled inwardly and heard Bowen Carter say, “Put on your headphones from now on and don’t let me hear it again.”

Mike was in the next office and if he heard some juvenile noises, he’d fire them all!

“Okay.” The owner of the iPad hurriedly answered, only to feel that she was going to have a heart attack if the president stayed here for a while longer!

Bowen Carter left the secretary’s office this time in a shower of several glances as he turned the corner into the president’s office.

Tess Baker and the little one were talking about something, with a light smile on her face … He couldn t remember how long it had been since he had seen her smile, and even if he had seen it occasionally, it had been a sneer.

When she saw him return, the smile at the corner of Tess Baker’s mouth was gone, and she became that scowling look again. The little one who had been giggling also dropped the corners of her mouth and tilted her chin slightly to snort at him.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The atmosphere was somewhat condensed.

Bowen Carter looked at the mother and son, but realized he didn’t know what to say.

The secretary who was named by Bowen Carter to heat up the dishes knocked on the door and came in, then realized that the atmosphere in the office was strange and depressing. Not daring to look anywhere, he covered the boxes on the table one by one and moved extremely fast to carry a few boxes out.

There were just too many dishes, and the atmosphere in the office was really bad, so the secretary called the other two secretaries who were on better terms, and the three of them made another trip to take the dishes away.

“Mommy, I went to see my sister yesterday with Tai-Grandpa Oh, the doctor said she’s much better, don’t worry.” The little one said.

Tess Baker nodded, her brow softening a bit, “Are her eyes open? Is it pretty?”

“Pretty.” Bowen Carter replied before the little one could, “Her eyes look like yours and her nose and mouth look like mine.”

Tess Baker’s face sank for a moment as she sneered, “You’re looking at it wrong, how could my daughter and someone else’s look like you?”

The person who called her daughter a feral and blocked her from finding her daughter is not qualified to be her daughter’s daddy!

“… I’m sorry, I misunderstood you.” Bowen Carter would never have forgiven herself if her daughter had misbehaved.

“I’m sorry?” Tess Baker stood up and glared at him angrily, “You say you’re sorry and she doesn’t have sepsis? Bowen Carter, do you think this sorry you’re saying is going to keep my daughter from getting sick?”

It even sounds a little shrill due to the overly elevated voice.

Bowen Carter opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was clogged with something, and he couldn’t get a word out. If he could, he would have preferred that he be the one to get the disease and be the one to suffer, rather than his newborn daughter.

It’s all his fault, if he had believed Tess Baker and gone to the baby earlier, their daughter wouldn’t have contracted sepsis because of the unsanitary handling of the umbilical cord by that monthly center …

It’s his fault. Tess Baker was right. He doesn’t deserve to be their daughter’s daddy.

“Mommy-” the little one’s eyes reddened at the sight of her, and he tugged at her coat.

“Did that scare you?” Tess Baker wiped the corners of her eyes extremely quickly, but there were still tears running down her cheeks and falling with a snap onto the little one’s face.

“No.” The little one shook his head vigorously, trying to keep his eyes open to keep his tears at bay, “Mommy don’t cry, it’s hard for me to watch.”

“I wasn’t crying, just sand in my eyes.” Tess Baker crouched down and hugged the little guy, never imagining she’d one day come up with such a lame excuse; her son must have known she’d lied.

The little one gave an oh-so-quiet, milky, anemic voice, “Mommy’s eyes are too big for the sand to get in, and if Mommy’s eyes were smaller, the sand wouldn’t be able to get in. But if Mommy’s eyes were smaller, there wouldn’t be such a handsome me.”

“Sweet talk.” Tess Baker tugged at the corners of her lips, but couldn’t stop smiling.

Both the youngest and the oldest were red-eyed, and Bowen Carter looked sullen, wanting to go up and hug both of them, mother and son, and comfort them.

But he only lifted his foot to take a step forward and then retracted.

Him going over there would only upset them more!

Bowen Carter’s gaze paused on the two for a moment before he withdrew it and sat back in his desk chair, sneaking an afterglow at the embracing mother and son as if it were natural.

Their four-plus years of mother-son bonding wasn’t something he could easily stick his nose into, especially after all the things he’d done to hurt Tess Baker.

Knock knock!

A knock on the door interrupted the silence in the office.

“Come in.” Tess Baker sat down on the couch, her emotions pretty much reconciled, at least from her expression.

The little one clung to her and sat down beside her, poking her already deflated belly with a curious little hand.

A few secretaries put the hot dishes on the table, sneaked a few glances at Bowen Carter, saw his face was not good, did not even dare to say goodbye to the president and walked out.

It was only when the door was closed that they whispered–

“Madame looks quite close to the young master, and the president is like a stranger next to him!”

“If you were a madam, and the president threw the pot of leaks at you, and slandered you by saying that you had cuckolded him, would you forgive him?”

“Let’s put it this way, if I’m the president and my girlfriend is the madam, it’s good that she doesn’t slap me a few times and forgive? Go daydreaming!”

The voices of several people were already low enough, but they didn’t close the door tightly when they closed it, and what they said was still heard by the people inside.