Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Started by Zane’s request, Lianne backed off and swiftly widened the distance between them.
With her shying away, Zane’s eyes darkened behind the silver-framed spectacles. “It’ll be impossible to
hail a cab around the area at this hour. The guest bedrooms are on the second floor. Feel free to pick
one and stay the night.”
Lianne was lost for words.
So, there was a decent explanation for her boss’ invitation. It was all in her head.
Zane got up to retrieve the first aid kit and took out a green tube. “Apply this to your injury after
showering.”
“Thank you, Mr. Atlas!” Lianne graciously accepted the cream. As for staying the night, Lianne did not
think it was necessary.
Even though they would be staying on different floors, it was not a good idea for a man and a woman to
be alone under one roof. “I won’t stay the night in case I disturb your rest.”
Zane replied, “I’m on the third floor while you would be on the second floor. How would you be
bothering me? Are your legs long enough to kick the ceiling?”
Lianne had no words.
Zane added. “It’s two o’clock in the morning, and you will be returning here in a few hours anyway.
Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?”
It then struck Lianne that she was supposed to meet with the planning team at the residence first thing
in the morning to discuss the details of Zane’s birthday celebration. She gave a nod. “I’ll get some rest
here, then. Goodnight, Mr. Atlas.”
The villa had three floors, and Zane’s bedroom and study were on the top floor. While the second floor
was often left empty, Mrs. Cook would keep up with the cleaning schedule.
There were two guest bedrooms on the second floor, and Lianne picked the corner room.
The room, decorated in pink, was neat and tidy. The bedding was new, meaning that no one had
stayed before.
There was a new bathrobe in the bathroom and all the toiletries she needed were stocked. She was
basically living in a five-star hotel.
A lot happened today. Lianne had flown from the snowy highlands of Weston to the warm weather
Rosewood, straight to signing the divorce papers and meeting a car accident.
Not to mention, she had to be Zane’s designated driver.
Lianne was exhausted. When she got out of the shower, she instantly collapsed in bed, and it did not
take long before she drifted to sleep.
Lianne’s body clock worked like a charm. It did not matter whether it was the weekend or if she slept
late the night before. Her eyes would pop open at six o’clock in the morning.
However, it seemed Zane was up earlier than her. As Lianne opened the curtain and looked out the
window at the swimming pool in the backyard, a man in swimming trunks stood by the pool.
He had a height of 1.88 meters, well-defined abs, a sculpted jawline, and mesmerizing eyes that could
make women weak behind the knees…
For the first time, Lianne realized the body under the white shirt and black pants was more ravishing
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No woman would cheat on such an amazing man. Unless…
Lianne’s mind wandered to the remark Morgan once made. “Your CEO might be pleasing to the eye,
but I doubt you’ll get any use out of him.”
Maybe Zane lacked a certain department to satisfy his wife, leading her to have an affair.
Lianne was spooked by her dirty thoughts.
How could she perceive her boss in such a manner?
She shut the curtains to stop her wandering eyes so her mind would not go further down the gutter.
Lianne washed up and dressed into the clothes she had thrown into the washer and dryer last night.
Then, she got ready to make breakfast.
She arrived at the staircase on the second floor when Mrs. Cook stepped into the house. Mrs. Cook
was pleasantly surprised by the presence of a young and beautiful woman in the residence.
You’re here, Mrs. Atlas.”
“Mrs. Cook, I’m Lianne. Mr. Atlas had a bit to drink last night, so I drove him home. I stayed in the guest
bedroom on the second floor since it was late,” Lianne explained.
She stressed the room where she laid her head to rest to avoid any unnecessary
misunderstanding.
Mrs. Cook only got a good look at Lianne after drawing closer. She chuckled and responded, “Oh, it’s
you. I thought Mr. Atlas brought Mrs. Atlas home.”
It gave Lianne a weird feeling.
Though, it seemed Mrs. Cook did not think so. She inquired, “Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Simpson?”
Lianne answered, “I’m married.”
Mrs. Cook believed it was a shame. “You married young.”
Lianne nodded her head.
Working behind the kitchen counter, Mrs. Cook asked, “What would you like for breakfast?”
“Can I make breakfast myself, Mrs. Cook?” Lianne was suddenly craving comfort food from her
hometown, and she was determined to get her hands on it.
Mrs. Cook was more than welcoming. “Sure. Zane hardly dines at home. Breakfast is the only thing I
usually make for Zane. Make yourself at home with the place.”
“I’ll help myself, then.” Lianne took out some pork from the fridge and cut it into strips before mincing
them.
She then diced half an onion and peeled a few cloves of garlic to mush them.