Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door
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Chapter 41: Chapter 41- error

Lilian just stared at him—this ridiculous guy who was babbling nonsense with a mocking smirk curling on his lips.

She shot him a fierce glare, then pouted and turned away in a huff.

Heartfelt? What kind of nonsense was that?

Did she care about Sean?

Wasn’t it obvious how rude and impolite he’d been?

This wasn’t about feeling sorry for someone—it was a matter of basic decency!

After throwing that sarcastic jab her way, the guy fell silent, and Lilian had zero interest in talking to him. So the elevator ride continued in awkward silence.

Luckily, her department’s floor was low and the elevator soon arrived. As the doors slid open, she grabbed her bag and dashed out, fearing she might suffocate if she stayed any longer.

Though he didn’t say another word, the atmosphere inside the elevator was so tense it felt like the air was running out.

At her office, Lilian took a moment to calm herself before diving into work.

Meanwhile, Sean took a different elevator up to the top floor and immediately barged into Norton’s office. Norton was already there, ready to start the day.

"Bro, save me!" Sean pleaded the moment he stepped in.

Norton glanced at him with a mix of disdain and amusement.

"Is the sky falling? What kind of grown man wears such a miserable face?"

Sean’s thoughts tumbled over each other as he tried to explain.

"Well—um—"

Just from the parking lot to the elevator, a whole series of disasters had unfolded. Sean seriously thought the heavens were out to get him.

"What’s going on? Spill it or I’m telling the boss we need a meeting!"

Norton checked the time, grabbed some files, and stood up to leave.

"Wait! I’m telling you!" Sean blocked the door, pacing anxiously.

"Just... give me a minute to figure out how to say this."

Norton was at a loss for words at his little brother’s dramatic antics.

Finally, Sean gathered himself and spilled the beans: Lilian had broken up with Morrison. And yes, she was the one who ended it.

He also recounted the whole "hugging in front of Morrison" fiasco.

When Norton heard all this, he suddenly doubled over, clutching his stomach in pain, which made Sean jump.

"Bro, you okay?"

Norton struggled to hand Sean some documents.

"Sudden stomachache... must’ve eaten something bad this morning. Take these to the boss and tell him there’s a meeting in ten minutes. I’m off to the restroom."

Then, clutching his stomach, Norton fled the office. Sean was left frozen, holding the papers.

The meeting was with Morrison and would last about an hour. Sean had hoped he could put off facing Morrison for at least that long. But now...

He looked down at the documents in despair.

What kind of brother was this? A total betrayer.

Norton wasn’t really sick—he just heard Sean’s story and decided Morrison would be in a foul mood, so he ran away preemptively.

With no choice, Sean braced himself and knocked on Morrison’s office door. After a long wait with no answer, he pushed it open.

Morrison emerged from the lounge restroom, looking pale. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief as he walked out.

Sean approached, concern creeping in.

"Boss, are you feeling unwell?"

Though they usually clashed like cat and dog, that was just their way. If anything serious happened to Morrison, Sean would be the first to worry.

Morrison ignored him. His face was white but still as cold and tense as ever.

After wiping, he casually tossed the handkerchief into a nearby trash bin. Sean winced—it looked expensive.

Taking a closer look, Sean realized it was the handkerchief Lilian had given Morrison as a birthday gift.

Morrison’s birthday was easy to remember—August 8th. The gift was given early in their relationship, and Lilian had been shy enough to have Sean deliver it for her. That was why Sean remembered it so well.

Now, seeing Morrison discard it so carelessly, Sean couldn’t help but think: yeah, they were definitely done.

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"What’s the matter?"

After tossing the handkerchief aside, Morrison walked over to his office chair and sat down, his voice cold and indifferent as he addressed Sean.

As Morrison passed by Sean, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol. Putting the pieces together—the trip to the restroom, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief—Sean guessed it was a hangover. Morrison must have drunk too much last night.

Could it be because of the breakup? Was he drowning his sorrows in booze?

Sean’s guess was spot on. After leaving Lilian’s place, Morrison had driven straight to a bar and drank alone until the late hours. He didn’t even know why he was drinking.

Logically, with Lilian ending things so cleanly and decisively, he should have felt relieved. From the very start of their relationship, he’d been thinking about how to break up with her without hurting her.

Now that it was over, he should be free. But instead, he’d stormed to the bar and drank until late into the night.

Half drunk and half awake, he thought: She broke up with me first—I’m not going to take that lying down.

He believed that such a considerate and gentle lover like him was her loss. The one who should be crying was her.

But this morning, with a pounding hangover, the moment he saw her figure in the underground parking lot, a sudden rage flared up again. He roared his engine past her, and when she flinched, he felt a rush of satisfaction.

Then, to his horror, she hugged Sean. His head almost exploded with anger.

He knew Lilian wasn’t the type to be unfaithful, but his blood was boiling. Still, he couldn’t do anything to her, so he took out his frustration on Sean—kicking him out of the elevator and then sarcastically accusing Lilian of "feeling sorry for Sean."

Seeing her all puffed up and angry just made him feel even better.

Morrison felt that only by tormenting her like this could he ease the turmoil in his heart. If he was miserable, then she wouldn’t have it easy either.

Sean cautiously placed the documents on Morrison’s desk.

"My brother said there’s a meeting in ten minutes. He asked me to inform you."

Without even lifting his eyelids, Morrison coldly asked,

"Where is he?"

Sean quickly explained,

"He said he had a stomachache this morning and went to the restroom—"

As soon as Sean finished, he felt a bad vibe. Sure enough, Morrison snapped his head up, his eyes sharp and terrifying.

"He went to the restroom, so when did it become your job to do his work?"

What followed was a harsh scolding that had Sean groaning internally. He was frustrated but dared not speak back, just lowered his head and endured it.

Actually, Sean and Norton often helped each other out with work whenever one was busy, and Morrison had initially arranged their roles with that understanding. But now, being blamed for this was just his boss’s way of taking revenge for what happened earlier in the parking lot.

Of course, the punishment had started.

After the dressing-down, Sean slunk out of Morrison’s office, fuming silently, silently begging for forgiveness—considering this was the first time Morrison had ever been dumped, maybe he could cut him some slack this once.

Meanwhile, Lilian spent the whole morning diligently working at her desk. Near the end of the day, the finance manager suddenly called her into his office, holding a report and speaking earnestly.

"Miss Washington, there’s a data error in the report you prepared yesterday..."

Lilian’s heart sank. She hurried over and took the report, quickly spotting the mistake.

She’d been distracted all day thinking about how to break up with Morrison that evening, which probably led to the slip-up.

She immediately apologized,

"I’m really sorry, Manager. I’ll fix it right away!"