Don't Annoy My Boss Daddy

Chapter 87 If You Know What's Good For You, Pleasure Me

Brandon stood at the door of the office, staring at me with a dark expression on his face.

When I came back to my senses, I quickly lowered my head and didn't dare to look up again. At this

moment, I had an impulse to slap myself twice. How could I be so unlucky?

Every time I spoke ill of Brandon, he would hear me. We had just calmed down a little between us

lately.

Aubrey also felt Brandon's gaze on us and lowered her head to continue working. I realised that even

though a lot of the women in the company liked Brandon, they were also scared of him.

There was no wonder. This man's seriousness towards work was beyond imagination. Anyone who

made even the smallest mistake could be fired.

"If I hear any of you gossiping during work hours, leave the company of your own volition!"

Brandon stared coldly at me and Aubrey. After a while, he said these words in a cold tone.

I lowered my head and didn't look at him, but I could feel the cold gaze over my head.

Hearing the sound of the office door closing, I raised my head. Without Brandon's presence, the sense

of oppression disappeared.

"The president's eyes were really scary just now. Hollie, did you see it?"

Aubrey looked up at me and said with lingering fear.

"Yes. In the future, we should stop gossiping during work hours. I don't think we'll be let off with a

warning next time."

Brandon had already done us a favour. If it were anyone else, we wouldn't have had another chance.

We would have been fired a long time ago. Aubreyi and I were lucky, but I didn't know if it was because

of me that Brandon just warned us verbally.

Aubrey was also scared. She nodded at me and didn't say anymore.

After work, as usual, I went to the supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables. Now, most of the time, I

was alone. Sometimes, I really felt lonely.

When I was still staying at Evie's house, we would often shop together, but now that I was alone, I had

no mood to shop.

When I returned to the Serpent Road, I saw Brandon sitting on the sofa in the living room as soon as I

entered.

His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his long legs were crossed. When he saw me coming back, he

looked at me coldly.

His eagle-like sharp eyes could always make me feel guilty. I looked away without saying a word and

avoided his eyes.

"Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and cook!"

He stood up and walked toward me step by step. His voice was so faint that I couldn't identify any of

his emotions.

"Why are you here? I thought we talked about this that night."

I didn't listen to him. Instead, I looked up into his eyes and asked coldly.

I had made it so clear that night. Didn't this man understand me? Why was he here again?

"You did make yourself clear, but I didn't agree. I'm not letting you go so easily, Hollie Hunter. Since you

were the one who sought me out first, do you think it'd be so easy to get rid of me?"

He leaned in my ear and said in a cold voice, but what he said was evil and shameless.

The anger in my heart was surging. At this moment, I really wanted to slap him. How could there be

such a shameless man in this world? I had already made myself clear, but he still didn't want to let me

go.

I glared at him, my eyes burning with anger, but I was too angry to say a word.

"The more you oppose me, the longer I'll hold you by my side. If you know what's good for you,

pleasure me. Who knows, maybe I'll let you go if I'm in a good mood."

He didn't care about my anger. There was an evil smile on his face. Although his tone was faint, it

sounded threatening.

I had never thought that I would get involved with a man like him. He was like a piece of duct tape stuck

onto me, unable to tear off no matter how hard I tried.

I glared at Brandon. I didn't want to waste my breath on him, so I went straight into the kitchen and

started cooking.

I had already quarrelled with him so many times anyway, but he still did what he wanted. My words had

no effect on him at all, so I might as well save my breath.

While I was cooking in the kitchen, Brandon sat alone in the living room, watching TV leisurely. He

didn't spare me another glance.

At this moment, I felt that I was like a busy wife who had worked for a whole day. When Brandon was

here, sometimes I felt as if we were a family.

The more time we spent together, the more disillusioned I was. Sometimes I felt as if this illusion was

real.

I felt irritated as this thought kept intruding my mind. I must have been possessed to think that I could

be Brandon's family.

I shook my head hard, trying to get rid of this feeling, but accidentally cut my hand with a knife.

"Ouch!"

I screamed in pain and accidentally dropped the knife to the ground. I looked at the blood flowing out of

my index finger and frowned.

Hearing my voice, Brandon strode in. When he saw my injured hand, there was a trace of heartache in

his black eyes. "What are you doing? Why are you so careless?"

There was a hint of urgency in his voice. I wasn't sure if the concern I saw in his eyes was real or not.

Would a person like him really care about one of his friend of benefits?

"I got a little lost in my thoughts when I was cutting the vegetables just now, so I cut my finger."

I looked at his face and explained in a low voice.

"Why are you so stupid? YOu can even hurt yourself cutting vegetables."

Brandon's handsome brows furrowed. His words carried a hint of blame.

I didn't say anything. I was going to find a band-aid, but he got it for me first.

"Thank you."

I thanked him and was about to take the band-aid from him when he withdrew his hand and dodged my

hand.

I frowned and was about to say something when his voice came into my ears. "Let me help you." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

With that, he held my hand. There was still blood on it. He carefully wiped it off with some gauze and

wrapped the band-aid around my finger.

His movements were very light and he didn't hurt me. I stared blankly at his face. His careful touch had

been floating in my mind. I admit that his concern for me made my heart beat faster.

I knew that I had fallen in love with Brandon, but I didn't want to admit it, because there was no future

between the two of us. I kept forcing myself not to fall in love with him. That was also why I kept

wanting to end it with him.

If we went on like this, I wasn't sure if I could continue to control myself and not fall in love with him.