Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson)

Chapter 368

It didn’t take long for Eric to set eyes on me as he surveyed his surroundings upon entering the

cafeteria. I shivered despite the distance between us as Kevin commented in a low voice, “President

Walker’s gaze grows sterner with each passing day.”

“I would say it is cooler than stem.” Jenny seemed to disagree.

I couldn’t help but laugh, which unfortunately made Eric even more sullen. Not daring to look at him, I

lowered my head as I ate. Fortunately, Eric and his company didn’t take long before they entered their

private dining room. Kevin offered to get Jenny and me some yogurt, but I didn’t dare accept his offer

this time, so I left the cafeteria as I excused myself from work.

After getting some juice from the office. I was ready for another round of games when I sat down at the

computer, only to realize I got an email from Eric. I checked to see a single line written on it: “Come to

my office now.”

The timestamp indicated that it was sent sometime after Jenny and I left for the cafeteria. I spent two Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

hours wandering around the office without him showing any signs of wanting to meet me, only to have

him email me as soon as I left, which was a little frustrating.

However, it wasn’t the time for me to complain as he had to condemn me since I went out to lunch

when he summoned me, so for sure he was going to criticize me later. I couldn’t help but wonder what

to do.

As my anxiety increased, jumping sounds could be heard alongside Camille’s gentle voice. “Oh, since

when did this place become an office!” She noticed me immediately upon entering the space. “Lily, is

that you? You work here? Since when did you move here?”

“Around last week.” I chuckled, but something felt off about the situation. Didn’t they just get to the

cafeteria? Did she finish her meal so quickly? I breathed a sigh of relief realizing that neither Eric nor

Callie were present after casting a furtive glance into the space behind Camille.

“Last week? Why didn’t I see you when I was here a few days ago?” asked Camilo.

“I was on leave.”

“I understand. Why don’t you have lunch with us since you’re working here?” Camila

complained. “What is Eric thinking? He didn’t mention anything to me, despite knowing you work here.”

“I’m fine with eating with Ms. Armstrong, so please don’t bother President Walker with trivial matters.”

“How does the food elsewhere compare to the food in our cafeteria? Did you know? Eric has hired a

new chef who specializes in Sichuan cuisine as his private cook, and the food he serves is wonderful.”

“Is that so?” I’ve known this for some time, but feigned ignorance. God knew I hated such pretense, but

I had to bear it.

“Yes, he hired the chef because he knew I liked Sichuan food. You have to try it if you get the

chance.” It was with great vivacity that she extended the invitation, always with a cheerful

smile. However, I was curious as to why she would be so enthusiastic about me when she treated

Callie with indifference.