Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Chapter 593

That was the first time Charlize had gotten into a relationship and experienced her first serious kiss.

When Spencer released her, she felt as if she was floating. The surrealness left her mind foggy.

She leaned into his embrace, feeling his presence wrapped around her and indulging in the moment.

“It’s sweet.” His voice sounded atop her.

Charlize regained her senses and instinctively looked up at him. Her gaze fell on his crimson lips, and she happened to see Spencer licking his lips as if savoring the taste.

A buzz erupted in Charlize’s head as her mind went blank again.

Right then, someone knocked on the door. Charlize flinched like a startled rabbit. She snapped out of her trance and immediately pushed Spencer away, keeping a distance of approximately thirty centimeters from him and haphazardly wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Spencer glanced at her. He was not in a rush to answer the door. The person outside knocked twice again. Then, as if realizing they were causing a disturbance to the people inside the room, they stopped knocking.

“Have you checked?”

Charlize didn’t understand what he meant. “Check what?”

She spoke with a hint of tenderness in her voice without herself noticing, causing his gaze to darken.

“That I haven’t had other girlfriends and that it was my first kiss.”

Charlize blushed after listening to his elaboration. “Y-You seemed very skilled just now.”

In fact, she had been too shocked and self-conscious earlier to pay attention to anything else. That was just a random remark that popped into her mind, and she regretted it as soon as she uttered it.

“Really?”

Staring at her reddened face, Spencer felt the desires in his chest stir with greater intensity.

He lowered his gaze and reached out to tug at his tie. “It’s because you’re too captivating, so I instantly fathomed what to do when I saw you.”

His words were so flirtatious that Charlize felt her face burn. She didn’t dare to look at Spencer, so she let her gaze wander, only to land on his slightly open collar. The sight of his sexy Adam’s apple moving prompted Charlize’s heart to palpitate. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I-I’m going to the restroom!” Oh my! If this drags on, the one who can’t resist the temptation will be me!

She hurriedly got to her feet. Unexpectedly, she tripped over the table leg in her haste.

Seeing that, Spencer stretched out his hand to steady her, and she ended up falling directly into his arms.

Her toe hurt from hitting the table leg, and she sobered up at once. She blinked, and tears welled up in

her eyes the next second.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” she said aggrievedly.

Spencer glanced at her slightly pale face and knew she must genuinely be in pain. “Let me take a look.”

He bent over to reach for her leg and took off her high heel.

Charlize quickly retracted her foot. “I-It’s not that painful, actually.”

“Be good. Let me take a look.” He patted her head, leaving her no room for refusal.

He unfastened the buckle of her high heel and took the shoe off.

Without the footwear, the redness on her injured big toe was quite apparent.

Spencer furrowed his brows at that sight and lifted his finger to gently touch her toe. “Does it hurt a lot?”

Charlize recoiled, curling her five toes, looking somewhat adorable. “It’s not that painful now.” Spencer has mysophobia. Why did he touch my foot?

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying!”

As if to prove that she truly wasn’t in pain, Charlize lifted her injured leg and lightly bumped the edge of the table. “See? It doesn’t hurt.”

Only after doing that did she realize how childish she had been.

While she was feeling embarrassed, Spencer said, “Okay. You don’t need to go outside. There’s a restroom in the lounge.”

He helped her put on her shoe as he spoke.

“I know.”

She didn’t really want to use the restroom. She merely felt that the two of them staying alone in the office was too exciting. She feared she might do something she shouldn’t, which would be bad.

After all, she had been pining for him for a long time.

Charlize’s university classmate’s wedding was in late December. She had planned to lose weight for half a month before the wedding. Her goal wasn’t as ambitious as losing eight or ten pounds. She would be satisfied if she could successfully reduce her weight by two or three pounds.

Charlize wasn’t the kind who pursued the aesthetic of being as thin as a rail. She had always been a bit plump since childhood, but she was far from being considered fat.

Nonetheless, the bridesmaid’s dresses would appear more flattering on her if she was slightly slimmer.

Before her diet, Charlize barely fit into a small-size dress. She aimed to lose two or three pounds so she could easily fit into her bridesmaid’s dress and wouldn’t have to restrain herself from eating during the wedding banquet.

Unfortunately, Spencer proved to be a stumbling block on her weight loss journey. Since that noon, she had been having all her lunches with Spencer.

He was aloof and stern as a superior, but as her boyfriend, he was dutiful, considerate, and surprisingly gentle.

The contrast was too much for Charlize to handle. Moreover, he always had a variety of excuses to get her to eat more.

Not only did she fail in her weight loss plan over the past half a month, but she also gained three pounds. Great. Now I’m definitely not going to fit into my bridesmaid’s dress.

Charlize had the urge to cry when she looked at the reading on the scale. With only five days left, she decided to turn over a new leaf. No matter how Spencer coaxed her, she would firmly refuse to overeat.

That afternoon was no exception. Spencer had already arranged for their lunch to be sent to the office.

Mika went to remind Charlize as usual, causing the latter to feel embarrassed. “I got it. Mr. Templer, you don’t need to remind me next time.”

While others had office romances that were kept a secret, Charlize and Spencer’s relationship was the

exact opposite. They had only officially been together for less than twenty days, and everyone in the company already knew about it.

Mika smiled. “In that case, you should go in earlier next time instead of keeping Mr. Lacroix waiting.”

Charlize blushed. “All right. I’m going to lunch now.”

She got up and went to knock on Spencer’s office door.

Upon entering, she immediately saw the dishes and soup served on the table, all of which were her favorites.

However, Charlize remembered the resolution she had made last night. “I won’t be eating so much these upcoming few days.”

“Did you eat a lot?”

Spencer, who was picking the bones out of her fish, glanced at her. She bit her fork and said, “I weighed myself last night and saw that I’ve gained three pounds!”

To emphasize the severity of the situation, she even held up three fingers at him.

Spencer placed the de-boned fish on her plate, then looked at her solemnly. “Really? I can’t tell.”

Charlize was secretly overjoyed, but she quickly pulled herself together and gazed intently at him. “I really need to go on a diet, or my dress won’t fit.”

“I’ll have someone make you a new dress.”

“The dress isn’t the issue. The problem is I—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Spencer put a piece of fish in her mouth. When he fed her the aromatic fish, she instinctively parted her lips and bit into it without any willpower.