Classic Novel
Chapter 137
Chapter 137
“Mr. Shane…” Natalie was about to say no, but Silas beat her to it. “Sure, I’ll prepare it now.”
With that said, he shot her a meaningful glance before turning around and walking toward the door.
I have been wondering why Mr. Shane kept asking me to buy cakes these days. After I bought it, he put it in the fridge instead of eating it, and he would throw it away when he got off from work. On the next day, he would ask me to buy a cake again. Now I see why he did that.
Soon, Silas came back into the office with a tray. He put a cup of coffee and a piece of cake in front of Natalie.
Bashfully, she glanced at the man sitting across the table. “Mr. Shane, isn’t this inappropriate?”
“Why? Don’t you like it?” Shane looked up from behind the laptop screen.
She hurriedly waved her hands. “No, no. I just feel it’s inappropriate to eat in your office…”
“It’s alright. It’ll take time for me to finish reading the proposal. You may eat the cake while waiting.”
Afterward, he turned his head back to the screen and didn’t talk to her anymore.
Since he had put it this way, it would be rude if she turned him down. Picking up the exquisite fork, she took a small piece of the cake and put it in her mouth. The delicious and unique taste on her tongue made her eyes curled in happiness.
“Does it taste good?” Shane asked suddenly. His hand on the mouse froze.
“It’s so delicious,” she answered with a warm smile, licking the whipped cream on the fork.
Staring at her alluring red lips, his gaze darkened. His voice sounded deep and slightly croaky. “That’s good. You can bring the rest of the cake home.”
“But…”
“So the kids can have it too.” Shane interrupted her, as he already knew what she was about to say.
Natalie’s lips moved, and it curled up in a smile. “Thank you, Mr. Shane.”
Shane hummed in acknowledgment. He turned to look at Silas, who then adjusted his glasses and said, “I got it. I’ll pack the cake now.”
See, I got it right. The cake is for Ms. Smith.
Half an hour later, Natalie walked out of Shane’s office with a cake box and headed to the design department.
While she was still on her way, she received a call from Stanley. “Nat, are you free tonight?”
“Yeah, I am. Why?” she asked in return. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
Standing in front of a window, Stanley said gently, “My neurology paper has been published in an international journal.”
“Really?” Natalie was pleasantly surprised.
He nodded faintly. “Yes.”
“Congratulations, Stanley!” She quickly congratulated the man and was genuinely happy for him.
He chuckled. “Thank you. How about having dinner together tonight as a celebration?”
“Just the two of us?” she asked.
The man’s head twitched, and light reflected from his glasses. “Of course not. I asked Joyce to join us too.”
“Okay, send me the address. I’ll come after work,” Natalie agreed straight away after knowing that Joyce would be there as well.
After hanging up the phone, Stanley sent her a text.
Staring at the address in the text, Natalie’s brows knitted together. “Scarlet Lounge… If I’m not mistaken, it’s a bar. I guess I can’t bring the kids then.”
Mumbling to herself, she kept her phone, pushed open the door of the design department, and walked in.
Right after her figure disappeared behind the door, Shane stepped out of the corner where he had hidden himself just now. Holding a bag in his hand, he stared in the direction of the design department with a solemn gaze, sunk in thought. His lips pressed into a hard line.
After a short while, without hesitation, he turned around and walked away, back to the top floor.
Seeing that his boss came back so soon, Silas was a little surprised. His eyes fell on the bag in Shane’s hand. “Mr. Shane, didn’t you just go out to send some clothes to Ms. Smith? Why are the clothes still with you?”
Without a word, the man put the bag down. A few seconds later, he asked, “Did Jackson ask me out for a drink at Scarlet Lounge?”
“Yeah.” Silas nodded.
Shane tugged at his tie and loosened it. “Tell him, I’ll be there on time.”