Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Chapter 42 He's Going to Engage with Someone Else

Slowly looking at Verena, he asked softly, "What's the reason? Can't you tell me?"

"No, I can't," Verena nodded heavily. She would never be able to tell him those unspeakable things,

because she had her own dignity!

Especially when she was with him, she wanted to keep that last bit of dignity for herself!

Eden nodded and said slowly, "Don't forget, we are friends!"

His few words touched Verena deeply that she wanted to shed tears. She felt a lump in her throat and

managed to stay calm, "Of course we are friends! Anyway, your girlfriend is still waiting for you outside,

how can you bear to leave her alone?"

After staring at her deeply for a few seconds, Eden left the kitchen.

Looking at the ginger soup she had cooked, she took the bowl up and drank the soup without thinking.

She hadn't expected it to be so hot and she let out a cry, then tears immediately rolled down from her

eyes. She quickly wiped her tears and sniffed, and continued drinking the soup.

When she finished drinking the soup and walked out of the kitchen, she overheard the conversation

between Wilson and Ruth. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"I heard from Eden that you guys are likely to get engaged this year?" Wilson asked.

Her heart thumped, the bowl slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Eden's eyes fell on her, and the sound had attracted the attention of the rest people.

"Snow White's stepmother, what on earth are you doing?" Cole frowned and looked at her, "Did you

just eat your poisonous apple?"

Ignoring the troublesome Cole, she felt a bit embarrassed and blushed while she explained to the

people around, "I dropped it accidentally…"

"As long as it didn't drop on your feet," Ruth looked at her with a faint smile. Then she turned to Wilson,

"Uncle, so you are already told by Eden about the engagement. Actually, we are not quite sure about it

yet. We had invested several films and prepared for the film shootings. We would consider it again

when we have time later. Of course, at that time, we would follow your advice."

Wilson laughed with satisfaction and said, "There are vacant rooms at home, so why do you still stay in

a hotel? I'll let the housekeeper clean up two rooms, you and Eden could stay at home."

"Thanks, uncle. I don't want to incommode you." Ruth said.

"No trouble at all. Anyway, it is a waste to leave those rooms empty. Besides, you can be considered as

part of the family now, so how would it be any trouble?"

The smile on Ruth's face was as sweet as a flower in bud while she reply, "Uncle, then I'm going to

accept your suggestion happily."

Without staying in the living room for a long time, Verena went straight upstairs. Although she had

drunk the ginger soup, her body was still limp, and even her legs were weak.

She tucked herself into bed and buried deep under the quilt, hoping that she would feel better after

sweating.

But when she fell into darkness, she didn't feel sleepy at all. What came to mind was conversation

between Eden and her in the kitchen, and the conversation between Ruth and Wilson in the living

room.

Engagement?

They seemed a perfect match as a young gentleman and a pretty lady. And Ruth was beautiful and

kind, how could anyone hate such a girl?

Well, she would learn to let it go and wish them happiness.

Although Eden was still at the bottom of her heart, but he would just be buried there forever, a place

where only she herself knew.

These thoughts gradually trailed away, but Lemuel suddenly rushed in her mind.

He was adamant that he would not marry her. However, she must marry him. What on earth should her

do now?

Lemuel was such a tough man, how could she persuade him?

All the thoughts rushed through her head like a mess, and she gasped...

She had to stop thinking, stop! Otherwise, her head would explode at any time!

Taking two deep breaths, she calmed her panting chest and closed her eyes.

As time went by, the night outside the window grew darker and darker. The white snowflakes had finally

stopped falling from the sky. The world outside was as white as snow, beautiful and flawless, but also

bitterly cold.

It was a long sleep, and Verena gradually woke up. She was soaked with sweat, but she was feeling

much better, and she was no longer groggy.

After a hot bath, she put on her pajamas and walked to the huge French window. Somehow the heavy

snow had already stopped, leaving behind was boundless white. When she was in a daze, a strong

light refracted through the glass window. Her eyes could not help but squint. When she opened her

eyes again, she saw Lemuel, who was tall and straight, stepping out of the car.

It turned out that Lemuel had come back! Her eyes followed him closely until he was out of sight.

Right at that moment, an idea struck her mind suddenly, which was that she had to go to see him!

The card Wilson gave her didn't work anymore. Since she couldn't get into the president's office today,

it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to get in there tomorrow. So, she had the best opportunity right

now!

Now they were at the Lawson family, with so many people staying here, how far could he go?

With this thought she let go of the curtain and walked to door, observing every movement in the

opposite room, and waiting for an opportunity.

A sound of footsteps came from the corridor. She looked out through the crack of the door, and it was

Lemuel as expected.

The black windbreaker on him was wide open. He was kneading his forehead gently with his slender

fingers while his handsome eyebrows knitted slightly. It seemed like he felt a bit uncomfortable.

Lemuel opened the door and got into the room without locking the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Verena gritted her teeth and sneaked into the room without making any

sound. Then she held her breath and hid still behind the sofa.

Taking off his black coat, he threw it on the bed casually, and then pulled off his tie and shirt before

walking into the bathroom.

Seeing that the bathroom door closed, Verena breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the soft carpet.

Maybe it was because he had the aggressive air around him that she felt strong oppression every time

she saw him.

Sitting on the ground, she narrowed her eyes and wondered how to persuade him!

Verena was still thinking about it with great effort when the bathroom door opened with a thud, and

Lemuel walked out wearing only a bath towel. His bronze chest was still dripping with water. The clear

water converged, following the perfect line of his body, slowly sinking into the lower body wrapped by

the white bath towel. It was fascinating.

As he walked forward, he wiped the water from his hair with a white towel.