GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Upon arriving home, he opened the door and stood there, paralyzed, gazing coldly at the interior of his house. The expansive living room space had been completely remodeled. The furniture had been rearranged, and the black cushions were replaced with turquoise ones that matched the vibrant flower-patterned curtains. In each corner of the large window, there were two tall white ceramic vases with textured surfaces, holding golden spikes with yellow and orange flowers, creating a fresh and cheerful atmosphere. He walked towards the kitchen and found Emilia, who exclaimed upon seeing him.

“Isn’t the house beautiful? My girl brought it to life.”

“Um, did she do it alone?”

“Yes! Well, we all pitched in, but it was her idea,” she expressed, enchanted by the kind-hearted girl who came to the mansion and treated everyone equally.

“Has Lindsey had dinner?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, my boy! She must be tired. In the morning, we went shopping, and then, as you can see, she breathed life into this home. I’ll prepare something light for you to eat. Gladys didn’t cook today either because she also helped. Lin bought food for everyone, and there’s only pizza.”

“Serve me pizza,” he said, sitting on one of the chairs in the kitchen, his gaze lost, unsure of how to approach that girl.

“My boy, if you want, you can sit at the dining table. I’ll bring it to you.”

“No, Nana, I’ll eat here.”

Lindsey felt that her whole body ached. Lying on the bed with a cushion on her back, she took a book and started reading. She was focused when she felt someone knocking on the door and said, “Come in.”

Upon raising her gaze, she furrowed her brow, closed the book, sat up, and crossed her legs. She grumbled, ‘the last person I wanted to see.’

“How are you?” he asked.

“Why do you ask if you don’t care? If you’re here to insult me, it’s better that you turn around and leave. I’m not in the mood to argue.”

Kyle felt his blood boil hearing her speak like that. He wanted to shout that nobody treats him with insolence. With his dark gaze, he vociferated, “Can you stop being rude and listen to me?”

“Tell me,” she spoke indifferently, looking at him steadily.

“Thanks for the change you made to our home environment.”

“Okay, if that’s all, you can leave.”

“Another thing, the company anniversary is in two months, and you must accompany me,” he asserted with authority.

“Are you asking or ordering?” she asked, her narrowed eyes fixed on him.

“Take it however you want. I’m a married man, and I must attend with my wife, whether you like it or not, you’ll accompany me.”

“With one condition,” she quickly replied.

He studied her with his gaze, knowing that the girl was challenging him and almost succeeded in getting under his skin.

“What?”

“That His Majesty lifts my punishment and allows me to leave the castle.”

“Don’t go too far with your sarcasm. You can go out; I hope you’ve put an end to your romantic encounters, or I’ll lock you up for being promiscuous.”

“Really, I’m not in the mood to argue, and I hope you realize how unfair you are to me before it’s too late. If you have nothing else to say, you can leave,” she averted her gaze from Kyle, lay back on the bed, opened the book, and started reading.

Kyle wanted to approach that girl and spank her for being bold. He swallowed his pride, turned around, and closed the door behind him. As Lindsey saw him leave, she closed the book and put her hands to her heart, which was racing. Since the man entered the room, her heartbeats gradually returned to normal. A thought popped into her mind, ‘this man is so handsome, even when he’s angry.’

It’s been over a month since Lindsey returned to the workshop. She had to perfect her creations, sometimes losing track of time and having to run to catch the bus, hoping not to be seen by the ogre.

Kyle arrived early at the house, not knowing why he wanted to see that girl. From his office window, he watched her arrive, open the door, cross the hallway, and climb the stairs.

It’s Thursday. After watching her disappear down the stairs, he approached his chair, sat down, and leaned back. The idea of knowing what that girl was doing with her life always lingered in his mind. He tried not to give it importance, repeating to himself over and over, ‘What she does is not your problem.’

He decided to reconcile his bank statements, first checking his account and credit cards. Then he checked Catrina’s and shook his head.

“This woman is hopeless. She took the credit card to its limit, and it’s not the end of the month. I don’t understand where she spends so much money. I’ll have to talk to her again.”

He remembered Lindsey, opened her statement, and thought, ‘This girl hasn’t touched a penny, no activity.” He then checked her credit card; it also showed zero consumption.

He leaned back in his chair again; his blue eyes turned almost black, and scratching his temple, he muttered.

“Could it be that this woman has someone else providing for her more than I do? I’m going to find out who is covering her expenses.”

Speculating on what to do, he called his assistant after half an hour.

“I hope you’re calling me for something important.”

“Tomorrow, I won’t go to the company. Take care of my schedule with Rebeca. I don’t want to be bothered unless it’s something extremely important.”

“The workaholic taking a day off tomorrow. It is worrying, tell me! Did something happen to you?”

“Stick to your work and stop asking.”

Freed laughed.

“What a character. I remind you we’re off working hours, and as your friend, I’m concerned about this change of plans.”

“I’ll find out tomorrow what mischief my wife is up to. If I catch her with her lover, I’ll have the evidence to annul this marriage and sink her for what she is.”

Freed worries, knowing how cruel his friend can be.

“Friend, don’t do something you might regret. Think things through before acting. I’ll coordinate with Rebeca to handle the office, and I’ll accompany you.”

“I’m going alone, no need for bodyguards.”

“If you do something crazy, your grandfather will take me to the guillotine. So, I’m coming with you. We’ll leave in my car so she won’t notice we’re following her.”

“As you wish. I’ll wait for you at six in the morning at my house. If you’re not there by that time, forget about accompanying me.”

He hung up after saying the last word and retired to his room.