Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door
Chapter 39- so wrong

Chapter 39: Chapter 39- so wrong

On the way to the hospital, Lilian kept raising her hand to cover her face, trying to calm the terror churning inside her.

She couldn’t help but be scared, couldn’t stop the panic. Dave was her blood relative, her beloved older brother who cared deeply for her. Hearing he was hurt felt like her heart was being ripped out.

Morrison, driving beside her, couldn’t bear to see her like this. When they stopped at a red light, he gently took her hand from her face, holding it tightly in his own, soothing her.

"It’s going to be okay."

As Dave’s close friend, Morrison was just as shocked and furious upon hearing the news. Seeing Lilian so distressed, his first thought was to make Clark pay—badly.

Lilian’s other hand still shielded her face, so Morrison couldn’t tell if she was crying. He only saw her tightly biting her pale lips behind her hand. The anger he felt earlier over her sudden breakup faded, replaced now by burning rage toward Clark.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dave was still in the emergency room.

Morrison held Lilian’s hand firmly all the way, only letting go as they stepped inside.

Laurent, pale and shaken, waited outside the ER. The moment he saw them, he pulled Lilian into a tight embrace. Dave meant the world to them both, and they comforted each other, trying to stay strong through the agonizing wait.

Morrison headed outside to make some calls, using his connections to ensure Clark would never get away with this.

Thankfully, Dave survived. The stab wound hadn’t hit any vital organs—he just needed time to heal.

Laurent slumped down on a chair, exhausted. Lilian, tears streaming but smiling weakly, patted her chest.

"Ugh, you really scared me..."

Morrison stood silently nearby, watching her tearful laughter. His feelings were mixed—he felt protective, but also irritated remembering how easily she had suggested breaking up.

After Dave was moved to a hospital room, they left. With Tiffany and Laurent around, there wasn’t much more they could do. Too many people would disturb Dave’s rest.

Morrison personally drove Lilian home. Though he was reluctant to leave things after the breakup, he knew she was emotionally shaken by Dave’s incident. Tiffany had also asked him to look after Lilian.

So, after dropping her off, Morrison said nothing and quietly drove away.

I went back home, took a shower, and then just threw myself onto the big bed. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. No matter what, I couldn’t accept the fact that I was dumped—especially out of the blue. If we had fought or argued before, and I broke up with him in a fit of rage, I might have understood.

But before this, everything between us was going well. On New Year’s Eve, he even took me out to set off fireworks. I was so happy that I even kissed him first.

We had been together for over half a year, and we hardly ever argued or quarreled—except for that one time he hugged Monna.

After that, he kept his distance from Monna too. Whenever there was a project they worked on together, if Norton could attend, he’d send Norton instead, just to avoid suspicion.

I’m not the type to nitpick or demand much from him—not like other women who either want tons of his time and love or shower him with material demands.

I didn’t want any of that.

It seemed like no matter what he did, I could accept it and tolerate it. He probably thought that no matter what, I believed he was good.

And he believed he treated me well. He gave me all the love and pampering a woman should expect in a relationship.

For me, he had even cleaned up his act these six months—cutting ties with every other woman, guarding only me, and only looking, never touching.

More importantly, he often got infuriated by my carefree attitude, yet he endured it all.

So for him to get dumped like this—it was unbearable.

If anyone had the right to break up, it should be him, right?

He never even brought up the idea of breaking up. How dare I dump him?

Morrison, the guy who had played the field for years, had never once been dumped by a woman—let alone in such a baffling way.

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt. The more he thought, the angrier he became. His pride was crushed.

After tossing and turning in bed for a long time, he put his clothes back on, grabbed his car keys, and walked out the door.

No way. He had to find her. He had to confront her properly—demand an explanation for why she was breaking up with him.

Driving halfway, he passed a dessert shop and suddenly remembered how much she loved sweets. Without thinking, he stopped and bought a box.

The moment he stepped out, a cold wind hit him. Staring at the sweets in his hands, he couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. Morrison, seriously? She just dumped you, and you’re still worrying about what desserts she likes? Pathetic!

Annoyed, he almost tossed the box into the trash. But then he reasoned with himself—Dave and Laurent’s daughter, Emma Washington, was staying with her too, right? Might as well say it was for the little girl.

So, he held onto the sweets and got back in the car.

What he didn’t expect was that Laurent was also there. Maybe afraid Laurent would suspect something, she bowed deeply when Laurent came out, respectfully called him "Boss," and told Laurent Morrison was there to see him. Then she ran inside and hid. That made Morrison grind his teeth in frustration.

He really wanted to expose their relationship right then and there in front of Laurent. But some sense of reason still kept him in check. Instead, he handed the sweets to Laurent and played along with the ungrateful girl’s story that he was just there to comfort the startled Laurent. Laurent looked puzzled but accepted the sweets. They chatted briefly, and Morrison left.

What else could he do?

With Laurent around, they had to pretend to be strangers. Even if Morrison didn’t, she’d just act like she didn’t know him anyway—like she just did.

He said he left, but in truth, he waited in the car downstairs.

He knew Dave was injured, and Laurent wouldn’t stay here overnight—probably heading to the hospital to take care of Dave soon.

Anger boiled inside him. Tonight, he had to talk to her. Without that conversation, sleep was impossible.

As expected, Laurent soon came downstairs and drove off.

Morrison wasted no time going back upstairs and knocking on the door.

Lilian had just seen Laurent off and was about to wash up and sleep. Tomorrow morning, she had to take little Emma Washington to kindergarten.

With Dave hurt, Mom and Laurent were busy taking care of him. So little Emma was sent to Lilian’s place. Lilian wondered why Mom didn’t send Emma to Dad instead—not that Mom didn’t want to care for her, but she thought sending Emma to Dad would mean more chances for Mom and Dad to meet.

Just as Lilian stepped into the bathroom, someone knocked again. Thinking it was Laurent coming back, she opened the door without hesitation.

"Laurent-nee, did you forget something—?"

But when she looked up, it was Morrison—the same Morrison who had come just moments ago.

Frozen for a second, she stammered, "Y-you... what do you want?"

Morrison shot her a cold glare, barged in without waiting for an answer, and slammed the door behind him.

They stood stiffly in the hallway. Morrison snorted and asked, "Do you really not know why I’m here?"

Lilian took a step back, confused. "I don’t know..."

She really didn’t know. Tonight, she had already brought up the breakup—so, wasn’t it basically over between them? Why would he come looking for her again at this hour?

Morrison trembled with frustration, but she just looked so innocent... damn her.

Thinking of little Emma Washington who was already asleep here, Morrison grabbed her hand and dragged her into her bedroom in just a few steps. Once inside, he shut the door and asked coldly,

"Why did you want to break up?"

Lilian was caught off guard, her wrist hurting from his rough grip. Stumbling to steady herself, she rubbed her wrist and snapped,

"I already said it clearly. I think I’ve learned enough about love. I don’t need to learn anymore."

She really thought he was utterly unreasonable. She’d explained everything over dinner. What was he doing coming back late at night just to ask again?

"Hmph." Morrison glanced at her with a darkening gaze, feeling his anger flare even more. He sneered twice before narrowing his eyes,

"Oh really? Learned it all?" fre.ewebnov el.com

He spoke coldly as he took a step closer.

"But you haven’t learned the bedroom skills yet. How can you say you’ve learned everything?"

"I hate half-finished lessons. If I’m going to teach, I teach the whole set."

His words shocked Lilian, her eyes widening like saucers. Before she could react, he grabbed her shoulders with force, and they tumbled onto the big bed. He pinned her down.

His masculine, burning presence pressed against her. Lilian panicked and pushed him away,

"Let go of me! I don’t want to learn that stuff!"

"Whether you want to or not doesn’t matter."

Morrison’s eyes were bloodshot, fueled by the sting of her breakup. He pressed her hands to her sides and leaned down, fiercely kissing her lips, biting hard.

Lilian was terrified and struggled desperately, but his large frame held steady.

His movements were rough—quickly tugging at her loose house clothes, ripping away the annoying constraints around her chest. He had always desired her, and now, with her pale, delicate body before him, he transformed into a wolf, hungrily kissing the soft curves.

Tears streamed down Lilian’s face.

At first, she fought with all her might. But gradually, she gave up.

As he reached to undo his belt, she looked at him through tear-filled eyes and asked,

"If you ruin my purity like this, are you planning to marry me?"

Those words instantly extinguished all of Morrison’s passion.

The word "marry" pulled Morrison out of his whirlpool of despair and made him calm.

He thought of Dave. Thought of her parents. Thought of her life—clean and pure like a blank sheet.

He thought of himself too, wondering if he could truly spend a lifetime with her if he crossed that line.

He didn’t have a clear answer—but he did have a certainty.

If he was willing to take responsibility for having her, he wouldn’t stop now.

So...

Panting slightly, eyes bloodshot, he glared at her fiercely and kissed her lips once more—then finally got off her.

Lilian immediately grabbed the nearby blanket to cover her nearly naked body. Her tears fell again in an instant.

She had truly been scared just now. She had never seen this fierce, brutal side of him before—it was a Morrison she didn’t know at all.

The Morrison she dated was gentle and perfect. But this Morrison? A real man. A man with desires, almost driven mad by despair, wild and terrifying.

Morrison turned his back and adjusted his clothes, then glanced at her curled up under the blanket, quietly sobbing.

His expression was cold and indifferent, filled with his unique pride and aloofness,

"Fine. Break up if you want."

"Lilian, don’t regret this!"

With that, he turned and left. Lilian shut her eyes tightly, tears falling silently.

She was wrong.

So, so wrong.

She thought it was just a simple relationship she could walk away from anytime.

But now...

She had underestimated his charm—and underestimated the power of love.

She hadn’t slept well all night. Early the next morning, she finally dragged herself out of bed, went downstairs to buy breakfast for her little niece, and then dutifully dressed her up beautifully before sending her off to kindergarten. Only after that did she drive to MOS Corp. for work.

Since breaking up with Morrison, she suddenly felt like she had no confidence at all working here. Before this, those past six months at MOS Corp. had been smooth sailing under his protective umbrella—not a single setback.

She’d even told him once not to have the finance department look after her anymore. She wanted to face the workplace like everyone else, whether it was success or failure.

What had he said then?

They were eating at home, he had cooked, and sitting across from her, he smiled and shook his head.

"Of course your girlfriend deserves special treatment. They have to look out for you."

He never told anyone about their relationship, but personally called the finance department leader and asked them to watch over her carefully—just saying she was a friend’s younger sister.

That was enough.

Now that she had nothing to do with him, she quietly thought it wasn’t right to keep benefiting from his protection. But then she reasoned—she could just revert to her original identity: his friend’s sister, Dave’s sister.

If she had joined MOS Corp. under that identity from the start, he’d still give her some care out of respect for her brother, right?

Comforted by that thought, after parking in the underground garage, she grabbed her bag and headed toward the elevator.

She had only taken a few steps when a roaring engine blasted through the quiet parking lot. Startled, she quickly stepped aside to let the noise pass—and a sleek black sports car sped by.

She inwardly grumbled about who could be so reckless, polluting the environment this early in the morning. Then, she saw who got out.

Morrison.

Dressed sharply in a suit, his face cold as if frosted over, a large pair of sunglasses perched on his nose. Whether on purpose or not, Lilian felt like he glanced in her direction.

Her silent complaints vanished instantly. She averted her eyes and briskly walked toward the elevator as if she hadn’t seen him.

A sudden, strange thought struck her—did he intentionally make all that noise just to torment her? After all, the parking lot was nearly empty at this hour. It seemed like she was the only one around.

But then she dismissed the thought. That kind of childish, petty move didn’t seem like something he would do.

Morrison’s car was parked ahead of her, so he was walking in front.

To avoid him, Lilian deliberately slowed down, letting him walk ahead. But he seemed to be playing a game—he also walked painfully slow. Lilian couldn’t help but roll her eyes. A grown man, walking that slowly? What’s he trying to do?

Didn’t he know they had absolutely no relationship now? Well, actually they did—just the typical boss and low-level employee kind. Didn’t he understand that this kind of boss-employee relationship called for some distance?

But since he walked so slowly, Lilian couldn’t just stand around waiting for him to get in the elevator and go upstairs before she moved on. So, bit by bit, she ended up getting closer to him. The awkwardness was killing her inside.

She really didn’t want to take the same elevator with him. Though as the boss, he had his own private elevator, he was always unpredictable and liked to cram in with employees during the morning and evening rush.

So Lilian couldn’t help but worry.

Luckily, she spotted Sean’s car pulling into the parking lot from the other side. After parking, Sean got out, and Lilian quickly greeted him,

"Sean, good morning!"

Taking advantage of the greeting, she hoped to buy some time and put more distance between herself and Morrison.

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