Come on Daddy!

Chapter 30 Whether You Love Or Hate Him

"He asked me to take a shower first? What would he do?” Rose thought to herself.

She was tense.

"No, Mr. Lee. I'll go home and do it later."

"Take a bath and then go home." Bright Lee looked up and fixed on her delicate face.

Rose’s eyes were beautiful and innocent, with long and dark lashes. That was charming.

"Just tell me what you want to do." Rose couldn't understand him. It was awful to be led blindingly.

"Rose, don't worry. Let's talk slowly after baths." Bright pointed to the bathroom. "I'm not going to take you there."

Rose stood still, with her back straight like a tree. She said, "Mr. Lee, there's something I want to say."

"Well, sit down and speak out." Bright leaned against the sofa. He looked very relaxed.

Rose didn’t sit down and said seriously, "Mr. Lee, you are outstanding. You have talent for doing business. And many women are eager to stay with you. I admire and respect you. But I also hope that you respect me, too. I am not the kind of woman that you imagine. We have nothing but a cooperative relationship."

'What kind of woman are you talking about?” Bright was not angry and asked with a smile.

"It's funny to see Rose being serious. ” Bright thought.

"The casual woman." Rose answered bluntly.

Bright looked at her with a deeper smile.

“What does ‘casual’ mean?”

“That means women who can use their bodies to exchange anything they want.” Rose said in spades and her eyes were bright.

Bright looked at her face meticulously. Then he stood up and walked over the tea table to Rose.

Rose stepped back instinctively, looking at Bright in front of her. His breath was filled with his own unique scent. It smelt like mint or musk. All in all, it wrapped her up so tightly that she felt dizzy.

"I just call you to bathe first. It surprised me that you have such an opinion." Bright's hands were neatly tucked into the pocket. His white shirt was tidy without wrinkles. And his eyes looked bright. He responded," Rose, I advise that you can try to write passages as a writer."

"Mr. Lee, I'm serious." Rose stressed.

"I'm also serious about telling you to take a shower and change into something comfortable." Bright stared at her face." Maybe you will have a cold after getting wet in the rain. Or maybe you like to be sloppy."

Bright said it as if he cared about Rose, but Rose didn't dare go either. Who could know what might happen after that?

"Mr. Lee, I'm in good condition and the rain wasn't dirty." Rose tried to talk about someone else," What's up at work? We can talk now."

"I don't like to cooperate and discuss with sloppy women. That’s disgusting.” Bright was a neat freak.

Rose looked down at herself. She could only see some water drops. That was not as bad as he said.

"Rose, I never impose on others, especially women." Bright was confused if he looked so lascivious?

On the other hand, there were so many women who had sneaking affection for him. How could he have any intention towards her?

Rose was so different from him and she was overcautious.

But it was not right for Rose to bathe outside, either. If so, she might get into trouble.

What would Rose’s husband Harry Faulkner do if he knew that? How could Rose explain?

"Of course, I believe in Mr. Lee. But we should not be distracted by this little thing." Rose wanted to discuss the work quickly. She hoped Bright would stop talking about the bath.

Bright was quite unhappy because he was misunderstood.

The bell rang outside the door, and he walked to open the door.

Bill came in with a thermal container.

He looked at Rose and gave her a wink. He said to Rose," This is ginger soup for you. Mr. Lee asked me to prepare. Will you be touched by his constant concern?"

Bright was sitting on the sofa. He looked at Bill coldly. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Is this for me?" Rose asked.

"For myself, I'm afraid of catching a cold." Bright responded.

Bill put a pile of papers and the laptop on the tea table.

Bill whispered to Rose, "He was good at lying."

Rose was amused by his expression. She looked up at Bright but was greeted with a cold eye. She quickly stopped smiling and let out her tongue mischievously.

"Just work." Bright turned on his laptop coolly. "Here's a summary of questions from the construction project. Although they are not serious, you need to solve them."

Rose sat down, and Bill handed her the printed document.

"And I hope to change the design here." Bright pointed to the position in the picture.

Bright soon got into work.

Rose stared at the picture seriously, with her finger attached to her lips. She said with knitted brows, " I need to go to the site to observe and modify before correcting."

"I hope you can do it as soon as possible. If you have nothing to do here, come back with me to City J tomorrow." Bright typed quickly on the keyboard and said.

"Tomorrow? I can't leave tomorrow." Rose felt awkward and said. "Maybe the day after tomorrow."

"If you want to talk about work, please have a work attitude. Come with me tomorrow." Bright looked ruthless.

Instead of answering, Rose grabbed a spare notebook and wrote down the solutions and instructions for minor problems.

Bright also handled work emails alone. They didn't interfere with each other.

When Bright stood up an hour later, Rose asked, "Where are you going?"

"To take a bath." Bright unbuttoned the shirt and answered, "Rose, I wouldn't mind lending you the bathroom if you changed your mind."

"......" Rose quickly got back to work.

Bright went into the bedroom, leaving Rose alone in the living room.

Suddenly Rose sneezed twice. She focused on the thermal container and fetched a bowl. She poured some ginger soup out, and the heat rose from the soup.

She stared at the hot ginger soup and felt so warm.

She lifted the bowl to her mouth and drank little by little. Finally, she finished it and became comfortable. It felt like a warm current flowing through her body.

She leaned over the tea table, savoring the spicy and warm soup.

Bright came out of the bathroom with a gray silk robe. He found Rose had fallen asleep on the tea table.

He dropped the hair towel and picked Rose up from the carpet.

"Mr. Lee, the ginger soup is delicious, thank you..."She whispered against his chest. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"So, whether you love or hate him?" He took advantage of her words.