Editor: Henyee Translations
The President’s unrequited love had always been Miss Mia, who was no longer alive. Moreover, the President had always been single because of her.
Although it was a good thing that Miss Anita had appeared, it was obvious that President Owen was changing, becoming smiley, and more down-to-earth.
But all of this was built on their contractual marriage. Ignoring whether Miss Anita would get a divorce after the contract ended, just the issue of Miss Mia wouldn’t be easy to handle.
If Miss Anita found out about the President’s unrequited love one day, the President might not be able to appease her.
The more Bruce thought about it, the more worried he beca.
"Sigh, how did I end up with such a CEO?" Bruce couldn’t help but say softly.
"Owen, you and Anita have been back for so many days, but you’re not going ho to see your father and ?" Sylvia said into the phone unhappily.
"Mom, I’ve been too busy lately," Owen said helplessly while glancing at the phone.
"Your father knows you’re busy, but no matter how busy you are, you should bring Anita ho for a al," Sylvia said.
"Okay, I understand. I’ll get off work early tonight and go back to dinner." Owen listened to his mother and knew that what he did was really inappropriate.
"Rember to bring Anita back. If you co back yourself, you won’t have anything to eat," Sylvia said in a threatening tone.
"I know. We’ll go together," Owen said with a smile on the phone.
After the phone hung up, Owen used the internal phone in the office to call Bruce.
"Bruce, go prepare what my parents always eat. I have to go ho for dinner tonight," Owen said to Bruce on the phone.
"Yes, I’ll get it done imdiately," Bruce replied into the phone.
After hanging up, Owen hesitated again and called Anita as well. "Hey, Anita, Mom called and wants us to go ho for dinner tonight. Are you free?"
"Sure, I’m fine. I can end the experint early," Anita felt hungry, so she replied.
"Okay, I’ll pick you up tonight. Just wait for at the school gate." Owen smiled when he heard Anita agree so quickly.
"Okay, I understand. I’m hanging up." After Anita hung up, she thought about what Owen had just said about picking her up. A sweet feeling welled up in her heart. It felt so good to be picked up every day.
He had to go ho to dinner today, so Owen finished his work early and left to pick up Anita with the surprise Bruce had prepared.
When Owen parked the car outside the school, he saw Anita walking toward him with a bouquet of flowers.
Anita was holding colorful flowers in her arms. As if she saw Owen from across the road, she changed it to holding the flowers one-handed. Then she waved her other free hand to show that she could already see Owen across the road.
Owen looked at Anita through the car window. She was wearing a long smog-blue dress that accompanied her slightly long curly hair. She looked extrely innocent and gentle.
Anita quickly crossed the road and got into the car with a bouquet of flowers. For a mont, the sll of delicious flowers filled the car. Owen looked at the colorful flowers and asked, "How co you bought a bouquet of flowers?"
"We’re going ho for dinner today. I was thinking of giving it to Mom," Anita said with a smile while glancing at Owen.
"Oh, you’re not allergic to flowers, are you?" Anita asked quickly while thinking about how Owen normally looked so clean. She was afraid he would be allergic to pollen.
"No," Owen said with a smile while looking at Anita.
The bouquet of flowers almost filled Anita’s arms. Anita fumbled around clumsily, but couldn’t find the seat belt.
Owen leaned over, and when he leaned closer, he could imdiately sll the unique scent that belonged to her.
Anita instinctively leaned back with the flower in her arms. Owen’s hand passed through her to help her put on her seat belt.
"Thank you," Anita said softly with her head lowered.
Owen didn’t respond. He just turned around and smiled at Anita, whose ears flushed again.
"What kind of perfu do you usually use? It slls good." Owen slled a very pleasant peach scent just as he leaned in. This scent was familiar, and he could sll it almost every ti he approached Anita, which was why he asked.
"Ah... I don’t use perfu. Maybe it’s the sll of shower gel," Anita said and lowered her head to sniff herself again.
"Why don’t I sll anything myself?" Anita murmured.
He thought she looked cute when she was muttering to herself alone, so Owen didn’t respond to her. He just looked at her lovingly the whole way.
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