Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Francis pointed at a blue dress and said, “This one looks fine to me.”

“Yes, sir.” She grabbed the dress he picked and left the room quickly.

With everyone streaming out of the room to tend to their various tasks for the big birthday party, only Bill Harris, the designer, remained. He stood there, worried, wondering how he would pull this off. Although he had been called in to help style Scarlett, he noticed that Scarlett wasn’t even there yet! It was only a couple of hours before the party would begin, and he was becoming increasingly panicked.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“Mr. Sandler, what about jewelry? Do you need something special?” Bill asked.

“No need, thank you!” Francis shook his head.

“Then what about her hairstyle? I can get my top stylists in–”

“We’ll talk about it later. Shirley, show this gentleman to rest in the tea room downstairs first.” Francis interrupted.

“Yes, sir. This way, please.” Shirley said.

Right then, Scarlett arrived. She pushed open the gate and peered inside. It was completely quiet, as if there was nobody at all on the inside. As she reached the staircase, a crowd of people came downstairs. They had a flurry of dresses in their hands.

“Madam, you are back!” Shirley exclaimed in surprise. Scarlett smiled awkwardly and went on walking upstairs. She wasn’t really sure about how she was supposed to behave.

Following the team of helpers, Bill immediately walked up to Scarlett and introduced himself politely, “Hi, Mrs. Sandler! I’m Bill, your stylist for tonight’s party.”

“Hi…” Scarlett replied politely, even though she had no idea who this man was supposed to be.

“Mr. Sandler is waiting for you upstairs. So we’d better not bother you.” Bill smiled.

Scarlett smiled and stepped back to let them pass and said, “After you!”

“No, no, you go first.” Billed smiled as he stepped back to allow Scarlett to pass freely.

Scarlett thanked him and headed upstairs.

As Bill watched Scarlett leaving, he understood why Francis had picked out that lovely blue dress for her. Scarlett was a pretty woman; she had delicate, pale skin and a slight frame. That soft blue dress was elegant and simple, and it would suit her well.

Back in his room, Carlos was lying in his large crib. He was fast asleep, with his belly rising and falling rhythmically. Saliva glistened along with the corners of his mouth.

Scarlett walked closer to him and smiled softly.

“My lazy little pig,” she said as she lowered her head and kissed his forehead gently.

Scarlett touched his little hands and feet, which were still very chubby, and said, “You bad boy, it looks like you don’t miss me at all. Look at you sleeping the day away.”

Scarlett rubbed his nose with her finger and tickled him a little bit. He didn’t stir.

Meanwhile, Francis sat in his study, watching what was happening in Carlos’s room. When he saw Scarlett approach the crib with such tenderness, he decided that he couldn’t take it. He turned the computer off and walked towards Carlos’s room without wasting a second.

While Scarlett was enjoying playing with her half-asleep son, a tall shadow figure fell upon Scarlett. She instantly stood up and felt very uncomfortable, as if she had been caught doing something bad by Francis.

When Francis saw her, he could tell that she had become thinner. She had definitely lost a fair amount of weight, but she still had her stunning beauty. She had no dark circles or puffiness around her eyes anymore, and she appeared to be in high spirits.

Francis suddenly felt a little disappointed and stayed quiet.

“How long has he been sleeping?” Scarlett asked first.

“About an hour!” Francis answered as he took a look at the time.

Scarlett’s eyes glittered, “Well, I managed to wake him just a bit, but he keeps falling back asleep. Let’s wake him up and get him ready for his birthday.”

After that, Scarlett started tickling Carlos and kept shouting, “Time to get up, my little pig! Wake up quickly! Let’s play!”

Because of the disturbance, Carlos was now awake but unhappy about it. He started crying loudly. He obviously wanted to sleep for some more time, so he had become quite angry that his parents were trying to get him to face the world.

When Scarlett saw that he was awake, she picked him up and tried to comfort him.

But Carlos kept crying. Scarlett kept trying to get him to stop weeping, “Hey, don’t cry! You have promised me that you won’t cry. You’re a brave little boy, aren’t you, Carlos?”

Francis bent down to take his crying son from Scarlett, and his fingers accidentally brushed against her breast. Scarlett was shocked, and her cheeks turned bright red in a matter of moments.

In order to cover up her embarrassment, she rushed to stand up and then scolded Carlos, “You are one year old now, Carlos, you’re a big boy! What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Big kids have to be brave, don’t they?”

Carlos lay his head down on his father’s shoulder while his butt faced his mother. He was clearly unhappy with Scarlett, and he showed his dissatisfaction by showing her his behind.

Francis had his eyes on Scarlett and teased, “Perhaps he inherited it from you, after all, you are very good at crying.”

Scarlett felt awkward. What gave Francis the impression that he was allowed to joke around like that? They weren’t on such good terms that he could be playful in that manner.

“I’m not like that.” She said.

The sobbing Carlos looked back at Scarlett, and she smiled at him. She was hopeful that Carlos would forgive her soon.

After that, Carlos waved at her with his fat hand, and Scarlett came closer to him happily and said, “Do you forgive mommy?”

“Mommy, hold me,” Carlos said. He wasn’t the kind of kid who held grudges.

Scarlett took Carlos from Francis and praised him, “My good boy, you are so kind!”

Francis smiled at Scarlett warmly. Scarlett asked,” What’s that look supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he answered.

“You are not telling the truth. Just tell me what you mean by that look.” Scarlett asked.

However, instead of explaining to her, Francis just turned around to walk out of the room.