Chapter 110 Arrogant CEO (Part One)

"Mary, get me a cup of coffee." That was the last thing she expected to hear when the phone rang. It was William, sending her on a fetch quest.

"Okay." She didn't know why William called her again, but she dutifully made him a cup of coffee and carried it to his desk.

"Alright. Here you go." Taking a sip of coffee, William looked at her with an expression of joy.

"If there's nothing else..." Mary started to leave.

"Actually, there is," said William, putting down the cup. She halted for a moment, ready for more instructions.

"Yes?" Mary asked.

"Hold on a sec..." Looking around, William's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "Clean my office."

And yet again, that was the last thing she expected to hear. Mary looked around and said, "It's clean and tidy. Everything is where it's supposed to be. Where do I start?"

"I don't care," said William with a frown. Obviously, he was unhappy. "If you don't clean it, I'm taking it out of your paycheck."

Mary's eyes twitched. She really wanted to kill William!

William's gaze followed Mary. She flitted from place to place, cleaning dust from the trim, and doing a bang-up job cleaning. He suddenly realized he really liked seei

is face, William looked at Mary, who was as lovely as an angel.

"What are you laughing at?" Mary looked at him innocently.

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, William said nothing.

When Mary was about to stand up, William suddenly reached out his hand to touch her face.

"What are you doing?" Mary recoiled to avoid his touch.

"Now stop that!" William said seriously. She felt impaled by the force of his command, unable to move.

William slowly raised his right hand and put it to her face. He stretched out his thumb and gently wiped the rice from the corner of her mouth. He smiled and said, "You had rice on your face."

Gentle? He was actually gentle?

Mary's body froze. She looked at William and thought, "Jane's right. I guess William really has been in a good mood lately."

The rice had already been wiped away, but William didn't want to put his hand down.

Mary's delicate face felt so good that he was a little reluctant to stop touching her.

Tick tock.

The antique clock on the wall was ticking.

There were a few errant strands of hair hanging over his forehead Mary looked at his deep eyes and handsome face, and she felt her heart beat faster.