Heartbroken that her boyfriend cheated on her, Eloise Campbell decides to spend one passionate night with a stranger. Eloise thinks they'll never see each other again, so she leaves an unfavorable impression on the man. But then he shows up in front of her. Not as a stranger, but as her new boss! Damn it! Eloise had a one night stand with her handsome new boss. What should Eloise do then? Is it true that what happened between them was just a one night stand? Or could it be that something has sparked between them?
View MoreAgain, Simon brought up the subject. Eloise sighed, letting Simon interpret in his way how she was now drawing oxygen. "Sir, what kind of question is that?" Eloise grumbled. Wasn't that all in the past, and she was now in the process of paying off the debt? Simon laughed softly. He was genuinely intending to tease Elois. Indeed, the man seemed so amused. "Why, huh?" Simon shrugged, indifferent, back to his usual innocent self despite being a know-it-all. "I'm just curious, Eloise. Of all the money in my wallet, why did you only... take one?" Eloise sighed. She doesn't know how many times, but it wouldn't hurt, perhaps, if she told Simon the reason behind her actions. "It was all just... as needed, sir," Eloise confessed. The woman moistened her lips with her outstretched tongue, adjusting her body position to sit straighter. "I was just worried about not finding a money changer on the road. I thought I'd be with Robert in Singapore, so I didn't prepare much money." Indee
Now, knowing how bold she was, Eloise could only clench their lips tightly, trying hard to find the right words to respond to this situation. "Sir, don't joke, ah!" It certainly wasn't easy for Eloise to believe. "How could that be!" Eloise snatched again. "Hey, seriously!" Simon knew Eloise must be surprised. But he didn't expect that Eloise would show such an adorable facial expression like this. And that... was comforting. "Don't you remember that night clearly, Eloise?" Simon continued to have the upper hand, it seemed. "I do, don't I? The proof that you noticed someone in the elevator without me revealing it?" By the mountains that stand tall on the face of the earth! How could Eloise think that she would meet the same man again in the relatively near future?! Hey! "I-I..." Eloise stammered. She stammered. She had been caught red-handed. She rubbed the top of her head, letting her hair fall to her temples. "Oh my. It's really... embarrassing." "Which one is embarr
Let's return momentarily to the incident that brought two human children together on the day. An accidental meeting that then made the two pairs of eyes linked again, which was initially simple before turning deeper. What was just a glimpse before it became the beginning of a short story, but left a deep impression on both of their hearts. The night in Singapore, as well as the gloomy night before Eloise, ended up in Simon's arms until the morning. A handsome man had just stepped into a metal box to move downstairs, planning to head to the bar to fulfill a meeting with his best friend, Phillip. Being the only occupant in the elevator, Simon Basset took out his cell phone to ward off the loneliness. He paid little attention to the floor-by-floor, number-by-number changes on the panel screen until the elevator stopped on the fourth floor. Opened, Simon was preparing to welcome other hotel residents who might want to come along for a ride. But there was nothing before. It dawne
Simon felt like a young boy. Damn it, Eloise. "O-okay." Starting the Minnie Mouse-stamped moped under his control, Simon became the driver for the tires spinning on the asphalt. Letting the afternoon breeze with the darkening sky above be a constant companion as a movement after movement of Simon's throttle managed to take the two away from the Chicken Noodle outlet. "Turn left, sir." Like having an animate and beautiful Googlee assistant, Simon didn't even care if they got lost. "Okay." "Straight again, sir. Why so slow, sir?" Simon smiled, glancing at the rearview mirror that reflected a complete portrait of Eloise behind. Secretly stealing glances at the pretty face in the Minnie helmet, Simon deliberately pulled the gas slowly. "Yes, yes. Patience. If you speed up, the police will arrest you!" Not accepting that Eloise was the only one grumbling along the way, Simon did the same. "Where to?" "Turn left, sir!" This time, patting Simon's shoulder as the man alm
What is Simon talking about now? "What do you mean, Mr. Simon?" Eloise squeaked, feeling the adrenaline rush from Simon's question last time. "What are you trying to say exactly?" The man said he knew Eloise before they undressed each other. Seriously! What is he talking about?! Simon backed away. Earlier, he had let his broad chest rest against the table, but now he was back to sitting upright with his hands resting on his thighs. Still feeling he had the upper hand, Simon considered whether this was the right time for him to say everything. Something that Eloise could not have guessed, nor perhaps the story's listeners up to this point. "Do you want to hear my story?" Simon spoke up but did not answer Eloise's curious question. "Hm?" "Don't play games with this, Mr. S." Eloise lowered her tone, wincing softly as she realized how her teeth were starting to chatter in there. "And don't... confuse me." Simon knew that this conversation was bound to make him the dominating
Eloise took the opportunity to remain silent. Even until Simon's gaze almost tore through her defenses, she still flinched. However, Simon was not used to giving up when he wanted something. "Did I guess right?" the man asked again, apparently having little trouble dividing his time between chewing chicken noodles and talking. "Hm?" Eloise was the first to look away. Looking down again, she no longer intended to finish the lumps of yellow noodles that were probably still a few spoons away. Not raising her head, Eloise waited until Simon's voice again dominated the conversation. "If you don't want to answer, that's fine," the man said. "Maybe I'm the one who shouldn't be asking about your personal life." Saying his sentence with a deliberately low volume, Simon tucked away a hint of guilt. Indeed, he could not ignore how much he wanted to hear this story from Eloise, not just the grapevine he had heard in the office. Having paused, Eloise now finally gave in. Perhaps this
Eloise still had her face bent. With her eyes squinting curiously, she folded her hands on the table, staring at the face of the person sitting right in front of her with a table as a divider. "So, did you eavesdrop on my conversation, Mr. Simon?" The woman's voice was melodious, as Simon, sitting across from the employee, still seemed to be focused on casting his eyes around. He was in the atmosphere intently, perhaps building a perception of the food outlet they were now visiting due to his over-inflated sense of self-importance. "Ha? What?" Simon was not paying attention to Eloise's question. "What did you say?" Eloise snorted. Holding back her annoyance at Simon's presence here, while cursing herself for why she had still driven him to the chicken noodle shop she had wanted to visit this afternoon. "I asked, did you eavesdrop on my conversation about chicken noodles?" Eloise clarified, leaving no trace of politeness in her sentence, though her tone implied something
Eloise kept her face down until it was time for lunch. She didn't like what Simon was asking, which meant she would continue to see eye to eye with him. But if she thought about who she was among the workers listed as employees, then Eloise couldn't say anything. Cesca tapped Eloise on the shoulder just as the woman returned to the room, apparently having gotten the scoop on their team's new arrangement as told by Simon. "Eloise, will you report directly to Mr. Simon now?" Cesca didn't believe it until she decided to ask Eloise, who had just returned from their new boss's room. "Really? No kidding?" Eloise could only nod weakly. No, it's more like resigned. "Crazy," she hissed helplessly. "I was planning to keep my contact with him to a minimum, but why did it end up like this, gurl?" Cesca could only purse her lips. Letting her mind wander, which only confirmed the hypothesis she had been thinking about. The hypothesis is that Simon must be harboring a purpose for Eloise.
Phillip was already sitting directly in front of the computer. Nodding his head in certainty, the man raised his voice at a volume he deliberately kept low. "She must be happy somewhere, Basset," Phillip tried to dispel all the gray clouds surrounding Simon this morning. "Didn't you let her go years ago?" It was Simon's turn to rise to his feet. The man, dressed in a soft army-colored suit with a dusky list, gestured toward the open window with one hand tucked into his pants pocket. "I hope so," Simon whispered, looking at the scene outside. "I hope she won't regret her decision, just like I did this time." Phillip raised his head. "Have you decided anything?" It took a few seconds for Simon to turn his sturdy body around again, looking at Phillip with an ignorant and meaningful gaze. What was this man preparing for? "Simon ...." "I know." Simon's turn was to cut Phillip's sentence at the most opportune moment. "I'll consider all the risks; you just have to sit back and
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