Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

After today’s incident, Cecilia Glendon generally understood why Frank Brown had come to see himself.

He had a sudden awakening of conscience and had divorced Lisa Myron to come back to himself and try to reconcile his old relationship.

However, it was already too late.

Since Frank Brown didn’t show up when she was in the most difficult time, there was no need for him to come back after she had carried on alone.

On the way home, Cecilia Glendon thought about her past with Frank Brown.

She had always wondered why Frank Brown could have left her alone in that situation.

But today, after knowing that he divorced Lisa Myron, her heart probably understood.

Frank Brown seems to have love for everyone, but in fact he loves himself the most.

As long as it is what he wants to do, he will not consider the feelings of other people’s hearts.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

For example, three years ago she herself, and then three years later Lisa Myron.

But Frank Brown has nothing to do with her anymore, and she doesn’t need to let this person who has nothing to do with her bother her.

After stepping out of the elevator, Cecilia Glendon glanced at her door, then at Abbott Benson’s door, and hesitated for a moment before walking to his house.

Not knowing if anyone was inside, she knocked on the door first.

But after knocking, there was a light footstep inside, followed by the door opening in front of her eyes.

Abbott Benson looked like he had just taken a shower, his hair was still dripping, and he was wearing casual house clothes.

Seeing him, Cecilia Glendon just now all the courage seems to be gone for a moment, even the opening of the mouth has become a little numb: “That … you eat?”

“What, you want to invite me to dinner?” Abbott Benson stood in the foyer, the corners of his mouth hooked with a smile, eyes dark and divine looking at Cecilia Glendon said.

“I’m just asking.” Cecilia Glendon twisted and tightened the bag in her hand, “I’ll go back first, you’re busy.”

Cecilia Glendon turned around and walked towards her door, but she was pulled by Abbott Benson when she turned around: “You’re here, why are you leaving?”

Abbott Benson pulled her into his home against her will. As he pulled her in, Cecilia Glendon lost her footing and crashed directly into his arms, his body smelling like fresh shower gel, the water from his hair dripping onto Cecilia Glendon’s face, which was particularly hot.

“Make yourself at home.”

It was a good thing Abbott Benson didn’t notice Cecilia Glendon’s difference, and after closing the door behind him, he let her go.

Cecilia Glendon could only take her eyes off of him to survey the interior.

This was the first time she had been here, and the layout inside was actually similar to the previous one over there, but a bit bigger than that.

The inside is very neat and tidy, and it looks like Abbott Benson belongs to a class of people who have a cleanliness problem.

Abbott Benson went to the bathroom and wiped his hair with a towel and then came out again and poured her a glass of water: “Only plain water.”

“It’s okay.” Cecilia Glendon took it and took a big sip.

She hadn’t taken a sip of water after all the talking with Frank Brown earlier, and she was just thirsty now.

“Why did you suddenly move over here?” Cecilia Glendon asked Abbott Benson as she sat on the couch.

Abbott Benson as the president of the Benson, what kind of house do you want, why does he just like to live in a suite?

Like they are such president level men, should not be living in a villa, that is more quiet.

“That side just got picked up by the paparazzi.” Abbott Benson sat on the sofa next to her and crossed his legs.

“Also …”

Cecilia Glendon whispered, picking up her glass of water again.