Mr. CEO's Wicked Plan: Becoming His Perfect Wife

her manager would use the opportunity to humiliate her in front of her coworkers again and let her off with a warning, or Lenna would

fur baby to feed. It was also bad because that meant her manager wanted to go the long, degrading speech ro

notice everyone in the office had begun whispering to each other. Even Harper

d to find none other than the company's chairman himself. Mr Lenoir was walking towards her w

And the moment he grabbed her reddened hands to examine in his Lenna's brain

head - not even sure of the question he had just asked. She

Lenna's manager, "Can you explain to me why you've chosen

he question as she finally started making some sense of

in front of her until she recognized the woman's voice of distress - it was a voice she only used when documen

han it probably should as she tried to explain her reasoning.

ed. "If this area of the company is lacking basic work material or equipment, it is you

matter. I'll have my secretary email you regarding a follow-up, Mrs Harper. For now," Mr Lenoir turned back to Lenna - who still felt a bit dazed as her brain caught up with t

bit but nodded. He was, a

ice again and just shook her head. That did not stop him from stepping into her space and picking her up in his arms like some princess. L

eel everyone's eyes burning holes through her and tried her best to hide her face on the curve o

etly by the vibration of his chest, but when she peeked at hi

cast too late informing her it was going to rain by the time she had to leave, spilt hot coffee all over herself and some important documents and now

lly enjoyed her time working as an assistant for the

he receptionists on his floor assisted him, by opening the door, so the two made it into his huge office without him

mchairs. And before she could say anything, Mr Lenoir sat in front of he

for something. And once he was done with that, proce

Lenoir was also intimidating. So as long as he remain

d hard, and that made him look rather unapproachable. Keane Lenoir was a handsome man, Lenna could adm

ervations. Lenna had seen him typing on his phone for a brief moment after he was done with her shoes. "While you

his drawers. Lenna felt much more comfortable without her sticky shoes o

the whole coffee spill ordeal. She subconsciously reached up

amused gleam in his eyes. "Do you really believe I

small voice and looked away; fe

ntly. However, upon noticing her hesitance and suspecting look, he clarified

ugh it as he suggested, and it was exactly as described: a pretty straightforward NDA. Should

t with the pen he was offering her and handed it back feeling strangely cal

ed at him expectantly. But eye contact only lasted about ten

r Lenoir walked back around his desk to get closer to Lenna

for the second time in a very short time span. While she tried to process what she

re the rush from being carried bridal-style had messe

t business face as he said it. "I'm in need o

run down her spine as s