Would I be able to do something that would make Captian hate me enough to throw me out?
Just thinking about it made me secretly happy.
But Ronan immediately poureda cold water over my head:
"A woman who manages to make Captian hate her… well, the grass on her grave would be taller than you already, sister-in-law."
"…"
Hearing that, I froze for a moment. Grass on the grave?
Did that mean all of them were killed?
"Did they all die?" I bit my lip and whispered.
Ronan gave me a mysterious look, letting me understand the rest myself.
That look was deep and serious, making me believe him even more.
Captian was insane mentally unstable. He could do anything.
I had originally planned to make him dislike me and then let me go, but now it seemed like nothing more than wishful thinking. Leaving the mansion would require countless hardships. I was still too inexperienced; I couldn't do anything yet.
Just as I was lost in thought, the car stopped in front of a company building. Through the car window, I saw that the building was enormous. The glass walls soared into the sky and were so bright they reflected silhouettes with a crystal glow. Anderson Corporation, Captian's company looked even more intimidating than I had imagined.
"We're here, sister-in-law," Ronan said as he opened the car door for me, instantly transforming from a street punk into a gentleman.
I got out of the car feeling awkward and uncomfortable.
Truly cursed.
The company was air-conditioned. The moment I stepped in, a wave of cool air hit me.
The beautiful receptionist, who knew Ronan, immediately stared at me curiously as soon as she saw him walking in with a stunning girl. Who was I, someone able to follow Anderson's right-hand man? My identity clearly wasn't ordinary.
Soon, she saw Ronan bringing me into the executive elevator.
Oh heavens.
That was the private elevator for President Anderson.
How could I enter it?
The receptionist turned pale, utterly shocked.
Inside the elevator, I noticed her expression, it looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"What's wrong with that lady at the front desk? Am I not allowed to enter this elevator?" I asked, confused.
Ronan explained, "This elevator is exclusively for President Anderson. Ordinary people can't enter, but you're different. You're our sister-in-law."
Sister-in-law?
I tightened my grip on the food container. That title always felt mocking.
I didn't respond. My expression stiffened a little. I didn't care about the elevator or the title. Anyone who wanted them could have them.
The elevator soon reached the top floor, Captian's office. The entire floor was empty; not a single soul in sight. No one would see me.
"Sister-in-law, President Anderson is waiting for you in his office."
Ronan's tone carried an indescribably suggestive expression.
Seeing his eyes, an absurd thought flashed through my mind a cliché office romance scene from dramas.
I almost fainted.
There was no one here.
If Captian really wanted to do something to me… no one would come to save me.
My heart trembled. I stepped into the office with extreme caution.
The room felt cool and refreshing, with a faint mint scent lingering in the air.
I tilted my head and saw Captian sitting at his desk going through documents.
He looked serious, exuding a kind of dangerous charm, making it impossible to believe he was the same unpredictable madman capable of killing without hesitation.
Ronan left the room, and now only Captian and I were inside the spacious office.
He continued reviewing documents without looking up.
I didn't dare disturb him, anxiously holding the food container while standing in the middle of the room.
The pressure in the air made me want to run away.
My grip tightened. I couldn't stay still.
At that moment, Captian closed the document file.
When he finally lifted his eyes, he noticed me.
He glanced at me and spoke in a low, icy voice:
"Come sit."
The moment he finished speaking, the office fell into a chilling silence.
I hesitated, but the depth in his gaze made my whole body stiffen.
Unable to withstand the pressure, I walked toward him.
"President Anderson, your medicine."
Captian set aside all his documents. He stared at me, a trace of mockery in his eyes.
His gaze made my scalp prickle. I couldn't help but pull back the hand holding the bowl; the liquid inside nearly spilled.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes growing darker.
"Don't want to give it to me?"
I pouted in grievance. "No…"
My voice softened involuntarily, even sounding a little sweet.
His Adam's apple shifted slightly, his thoughts clearly going somewhere else.
"If not, then bring it over."
"Okay…"
Frowning slightly, I obediently held the bowl out to him.
He looked at my fair, delicate hands but didn't take it.
I froze awkwardly.
What was this man trying to do?
I was holding it out, and he refused to take it?
"President Anderson?" I asked, confused.
Captian pointed at his thigh, then at his lips, his sharp eyes clearly instructing me. Sit on his lap and feed him.
I bit my lip, furious but unable to say anything.
Why was drinking medicine such a dramatic ordeal?
Shameless.
Embarrassed, I sat on his lap and hurriedly brought the medicine to his mouth so he would drink it quickly.
He held my waist firmly and drank the entire bowl.
Once he finished, I let out a sigh of relief.
Finally.
Every time I had to feed him medicine, it exhausted me.
I stood up, ready to leave but Captian grabbed my wrist.
Startled, I instinctively struggled, but his hand clamped around the back of my neck, and then a scorching kiss crashed down on me.
"President Anderson—mm…!"
My eyes flew wide open in shock.
His kiss was forceful and consuming, heat sweeping through every corner of my mouth.
I had no idea how long it lasted before he finally let me go.
I was dizzy, my whole body limp.
When I regained clarity, I suddenly tasted bitterness in my mouth, the herbal medicine I boiled.
I had purposely made it even more bitter than yesterday.
He realized it… and punished me like this?
Petty.
Petty and cruel.
I glared at him, but my stare had zero killing power, it looked like I was pouting instead.
He continued watching me.
My flushed cheeks, watery bright eyes, slightly swollen lips, and lively beauty mark under my eye, the innocent mixed with the enticing, I must have looked like a living temptation, making people itch with desire.
He licked his lips, momentarily still.
Then the atmosphere grew heavier.
I stood up silently, but he seized me again, preventing me from moving.
"Aren't you going to handle your documents?" I asked anxiously.
He didn't answer, only reached out to trace the beauty mark under my eye.
His fingers were icy cold, like a serpent.
I trembled, my heart pounding violently.
"President Anderson… I'm thirsty. I want to go downstairs and get a glass of water."