When the nanny Alley smiled happily, it honestly terrified me, I was so scared of that expression. Thirty minutes later, I walked into Captian's company again. The moment I stepped inside, I felt something was off. The whole company looked gloomy, like a storm cloud was hanging over the entire floor, ready to explode at any moment. What on earth happened?
Holding the lunch box, feeling confused, I slowed my steps. Don't tell me Captian lost his temper again? Thinking that made me walk even slower. By the time I reached his office door, I suddenly remembered that he could be watching the security cameras right now, so I didn't dare hesitate any longer, I pushed the door open and walked in.
The office was filled with a cold atmosphere, and beneath that coldness lingered a faint murderous intent. I lifted my eyes and was immediately frightened by what I saw Captian was standing right beside the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the floors below. His tall frame, easily over one meter ninety, was accentuated by a fitted black shirt. If I ignored the suffocating hostility radiating from him, he looked like a deadly, perfectly sculpted masterpiece.
My fingers tightened around the lunch box, my spine going stiff. Even though I couldn't see his expression from here, I could feel it, his mood was terrible. The murderous aura rolling off him felt like he was ready to kill someone.
Hopefully not me, right? I didn't even do anything wrong. It wasn't even 5:30 yet.
"Mr. Anderson?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
The moment I spoke, the murderous aura around him dissipated instantly. His whole presence softened. He turned his head slightly, his face the same as usual.
As soon as that suffocating pressure disappeared, I felt like a little rabbit escaping death. I exhaled shakily. "Mr. Anderson, I brought dinner for you. Do you want to eat now?"
When he heard my soft voice, even the crease between his brows relaxed. "Yes."
I immediately set the dishes on the coffee table and prepared the utensils neatly for him. Captian walked over and sat down, bringing with him a faint scent of cool mint.
I blinked. It smelled nice.
I took out the small packet of medication I'd prepared. "Mr. Anderson, your eyes look a bit dark lately. Have you been sleeping poorly because you're stressed about work? I prepared a mild sedative blend for you, just warm it and the aroma will help you sleep better."
"You made it yourself?" he asked, his low voice emphasizing "yourself."
I nodded, trying to flatter him a little. "Yes, I ground it all by hand."
He seemed very satisfied when he heard that. He put the small packet away carefully. I reminded him, "You have to actually use it, okay?"
As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Am I getting too bold lately?
"All right." He nodded, and his cold face carried a faint trace of… happiness?
I froze. I didn't expect him to agree so obediently. It felt like I was reading from the wrong script.
To distract myself, I patted my cheeks and walked a little around his office. Suddenly I noticed several crumpled papers on the floor. They were very eye-catching, so I picked one up out of curiosity. When I opened it, I realized it was one of his project drafts.
I couldn't understand everything, but I could roughly tell it was an agricultural-related project. It was written meticulously. It seemed promising.
"Do you understand what you're reading?" Captian suddenly leaned close behind me, warm breath brushing against my ear.
My ear tingled instantly. I turned my head and met his pale, elegant features. "Mr. Anderson… understand what?"
He slipped an arm under mine and pointed at the paper I was holding.
I blinked and finally realized. I rolled the paper and whispered, "I can understand a little. Is Mr. Anderson planning a natural eco-resort project?"
The moment the words left my mouth, I felt weight settle heavily on my shoulders. Heat brushed along my neck, he was resting his forehead against my shoulder.
Heavy. And… way too suggestive.
"Yes. I want to build a natural eco-resort," he murmured, and his hands slowly slid down to grip my waist.
My whole body tensed. But I still forced a sweet smile and said gently, "A natural eco-resort has great potential. When do you plan to begin the project?"
As soon as I said that, his entire aura shifted violently. The warmth disappeared. The kindness vanished. What replaced it was a suffocating coldness fierce, dangerous, the aura of a devil rising from the abyss.
I froze. Why did he suddenly change? I just asked a question. Why did the atmosphere flip like that? Was the eco-resort project something I shouldn't mention?
I swallowed hard, preparing to use all my charm power to soothe him. "Mr. Anderson, I only asked casually. If you don't want to answer, it's fine. Let's eat, okay? The food is getting cold."
My voice was soft and sweet like warm milk candy. It melted instantly in his ears. His brows eased. The terrifying pressure vanished.
I sighed in relief, not daring to say anything else.
Halfway through the meal, someone knocked on the office door. When Captian said "Come in," the door opened and Hunter walked in holding documents. He hadn't been at the villa recently, so seeing him again surprised me. His expression was serious like something was very wrong.
"Mr. Anderson," he said, placing the documents on the desk.
Hunter was nothing like Ronan. Calm, expressionless, a little intimidating but far from Captian's level.
"Speak," Captian said without opening the folder.
Hunter glanced around and paused slightly when he saw me. He knew Captian cared heavily about me, but inviting me into his office was on another level. Clearly, Captian's attachment to me had grown beyond expectations.
He hesitated. "Mr. Anderson… should I speak later? Mrs. Anderson can leave first?"
I immediately stood up, blushing, ready to escape. "Then I'll step out..."
"Sit," Captian said sharply, his eyes dark and commanding.
I froze instantly and folded myself back into the chair like a frightened quail.
Only then did he seem satisfied. The corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly. He flicked his gaze at Hunter, silently telling him to speak.
Feeling the weight of that cold stare, Hunter didn't dare delay anymore. "Mr. Anderson, our Natural Eco-Resort Project may face complications. The land is in a rural area, but the landowner has a powerful background. He refuses to sell, and if he won't sell, it will be difficult for us to proceed."
Captian's fingers stopped tapping on the desk. His brows furrowed sharply.
This really wasn't going to be easy.
"No other way?" he asked.