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Chapter 1123 He Didn'T Put His Arm Around Your Waist, Just Like This
Chapter 1123 He Didn'T Put His Arm Around Your Waist, Just Like This
Chapter 1123 He Didn't Put His Arm Around Your Waist, Just Like This
Mavis's momentary guilt for being late quickly disappeared as she slowly walked to the opposite side of
Anthony's table.
About to take her seat, Anthony lightly tapped his fingers on the table, signaling her to come closer.
The implication couldn't have been clearer.
Mavis pretended not to understand and said, "Mr. Callahan, we must keep business and personal
matters separate. As the contracting party, I should sit across from you according to the rules."
Anthony didn't argue and tacitly agreed.
The conference room was eerily quiet, with only the two of them, and the atmosphere became slightly
awkward.
Uncomfortable with the tension, Mavis initiated a topic, "We agreed to sign the contract today, and it's
only you here?"
"I am enough," he retorted, "Where is Moore?"
"I sent him back to Bostrain. You had Zack drop hints to me, didn't you? You wanted him to leave early.
Don't you know why he didn't come along today?"
Her words carried a hint of sarcasm and lacked friendliness.
To Anthony's ears, it sounded pleasing.
Without that annoying presence clinging to Mavis all the time like a shadow, Anthony's mood had
improved significantly.
The finalized contract from the legal department was placed on the conference table. Anthony lightly
pushed it with his fingertip, passing it to Mavis. "Double-check the terms?"
Thoroughly reviewing the contract before signing was a necessary step, and even if he didn't mention
it, Mavis would have done it.
After quickly reviewing the contract, Mavis picked up the black and gold pen and signed her name
neatly.
She stood up and extended her hand to Anthony across the table. "Mr. Callahan, a pleasant
cooperation. Please take care of my company in the future."
With his hands crossed casually on the table, Anthony's deep blue eyes stared at her, seemingly with
no intention of getting up to shake hands.
"You are standing so far away. It's inconvenient to shake hands."
Mavis's face stiffened.
Considering the generous sum of money involved in the contract, she decided to go around the long
table and walked towards Anthony.
Standing right in front of him, she once again extended her hand, "Mr. Callahan, I... ah!"
A gasp escaped her lips.
Anthony avoided her outstretched wrist and instead gripped her arm, pulling her into his embrace.
She suddenly found herself sitting on his lap, feeling a surge of embarrassment. Her ears turned red,
and she exclaimed, "Anthony!"
"I'm here," he replied.
His voice deliberately lowered, magnetic and slightly husky, with a hint of playfulness, he breathed into
her ear.
Her ears tingled, causing her heart to tremble.
Feeling extremely embarrassed, she said, "Business and personal matters should be kept separate!
Let's focus on the matter at hand!"
"The business has been discussed. Should we talk about our personal matters now?"
Didn't they agree on everything between them? What else was there to discuss?
Without waiting for her to ask, Anthony's large palm touched her slender waist, and the rough fingertips
gently stroked her soft back waist. "How did Moore hold you? Did he embrace you like this?"
He suddenly tightened his grip around her waist.
In his dim eyes, there was a possessive desire to crush her into his body, even devour her completely.
His tone was jealous. Even if Mavis wanted to ignore it, it was difficult. But she was angrier than him,
"Did you have someone follow me?"
Anthony snorted lightly, "Why do I need to track you? There are people who want me to know."
"Who?"
He didn't answer; his thin lips moved closer to Mavis's earlobe. Feeling extremely irritated, he couldn't
resist the urge and gently bit it, whispering, "It doesn't matter."
Mavis's breath tightened.
This man always kept teasing endlessly.
Under his teasing, Mavis almost forgot the original purpose of coming here today.
The last shred of sanity made her push Anthony's face away, forbidding him from making any more
intimate and provocative ear-biting gestures.
"This is the conference room. Please show respect, Mr. Callahan."
Anthony chuckled lightly, a hint of hurt concealed behind his long lashes. "After seeing my body, you're
repulsed by even my touch? Do you disdain me?"
He spoke like a victim, with a hint of resentment.
Mavis stared at him, completely stunned for a while.
For some reason, she seemed to sense a hint of resentment in his tone, as if he was accusing her of
being heartless.
The expression of weakness on Anthony's face, who had always been proud and arrogant, was
surprising to her. She was a little incredulous for a moment and replied inexplicably, "No, it has nothing
to do with this."
The next moment, Anthony lifted her up from her legs with his strong arms.
His large palm supported her hips as he placed her on the conference table, leaning over her.
His eyes fixed on her soft lips, inching closer.
Seeing his intentions, she immediately wanted to cover her mouth, but Anthony caught her wrist and
firmly pressed it against the table.
It was the same kind of oppressive force that left no room for resistance.
Their lips touched and the atmosphere heat up.
Just as they were about to share an irretrievable kiss, the door of the conference room was suddenly
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Immediately after, Zack pushed the door open and entered.
"Mr. Callahan, have you signed the contract with Mrs. Callahan? Do you need me to bring Mrs.
Callahan... oh dear."
The ambiguous scene in front of the table caught Zack's eyes, and he immediately felt embarrassed,
quickly turning away. "I'm sorry! This is the conference room, and I didn't realize you and Mrs. Callahan
would... um, please continue."
"Stop." Anthony called out to him, slowly standing up and releasing Mavis from her restraints. "Take
Mrs. Callahan to meet with our project team that's working with Bostrain."
"Understood. Please follow me, Mrs. Callahan."
Mavis straightened her posture, still blushing from the embarrassment of being caught in a
compromising position by someone she knew.
Anthony remained calm and collected, his expression returning to its usual stoic state.
Feeling a bit angry, Mavis stood up and grabbed Anthony's tie, pulling it tightly around his neck as she
spoke each word deliberately, "Mr. Callahan, during work hours I am not Mrs. Callahan. You can call
me Miss Parker."
She huffed before leaving the conference room alongside Zack.
Anthony remained in place for a moment longer before shaking his head and chuckling softly at the
sight of Mavis' white dress disappearing down the hallway.
As quitting time approached, Mavis met with all of the employees on the project team - each one a
stranger to her despite their knowledge of her identity - who treated her politely and attentively
throughout their meeting.
Before leaving the Callahan Group building, she looked back at what used to be such familiar
surroundings and sighed wistfully to Zack, "It's been five years already... Besides you there aren't many
people left here that I know anymore."
"Miss Parker," Zack began hesitantly as they walked towards the exit together, "you may not know this
but after you left, there was a big purge within Callahan Group where anyone who had ever crossed
paths with you was fired."
Mavis was taken aback by this revelation. She had been overseas when it happened so she had no
idea about any changes since then.
The strange emotion in her heart was fleeting. Mavis lowered her eyes and said coldly, "It's normal for
the company to make any new decisions. You don't have to say it's for me just to help him."
After all, she had found evidence to prove her innocence and handed it to Anthony, and Anthony was
unwilling to clarify for her because of Jaqueline.
It was also because of this that she left a divorce agreement in disappointment and left.
Zack let out an exasperated sigh, "There are many things that aren't what they seem, Miss Parker... Do
you remember getting caught up in an internal espionage scandal right before your departure?"