Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door
Chapter 44- come back

Chapter 44: Chapter 44- come back

Morrison grit his teeth and told Linda he had no intention of getting back together. But that didn’t stop her from constantly trying to persuade him.

For Linda, she always knew her son was a flirt and a player, so she instinctively believed that in this breakup, the young lady was the one who got dumped—the victim. That’s why she kept pressuring Morrison, trying to win him back.

Why was Linda so keen on reuniting her son with his ex? Because she believed Morrison treated that girl differently.

He called her reliable with his own mouth, kept their relationship a secret, even cooked for her, and on New Year’s Eve, he let slip that he would bring her home after the holidays.

Ever since Morrison reached marriageable age, Linda had been nagging him about settling down. Yet he’d never mentioned bringing any woman home before.

A sharp woman like Linda could clearly tell there was something different about this ex-girlfriend.

Though she didn’t understand exactly what had happened between them, her maternal intuition told her this girl was genuinely dependable.

If it had been someone else—like the model who tried to cozy up to Morrison and flaunted their relationship to the world—the ex never gave any hint or sign, always low-key and distant. That made Linda even more curious.

So she called her son every few days, dropping hints and sometimes directly urging him to reconcile.

No wonder Morrison had started ignoring her calls. He was beyond frustrated.

To escape, he grabbed his phone and called his younger brother Karl in the States, voice thick with displeasure.

"Didn’t you say you’d come back after the new year? When exactly are you coming back?"

Morrison was hoping that if Karl came home, Linda’s focus would shift to him, and he could get some relief.

Karl answered in a slow, relaxed tone,

"I planned to come back after the new year, but a new research project came up that really interests me."

In other words, he wasn’t coming back anytime soon. Karl quickly added,

"Bro, let me be clear—I won’t be joining MOS Corp. when I return. I’ve arranged with Burg Eltz University to teach and research there. So stop pestering me—I won’t be able to help you much anyway."

"Fine, fine. Don’t expect work help from you then."

Morrison’s tone was sour. He was truly exasperated with his stubborn brother.

"Just come back early enough to distract me a bit in life."

Karl chuckled on the other end,

"Mom’s nagging you to get married again?"

Morrison snorted, and Karl sighed in resignation.

"Yeah, don’t remind me. A few days ago, Mom called and said she already picked out someone for me. Wants me to hurry home for a blind date. That’s why I’m dragging my feet."

Karl had no idea what was on their mother and brother’s minds. For him, the only thing that mattered was research.

Women, to him, were just another species—nothing he cared about or had interest in.

Morrison ignored Karl’s blind date complaints. He knew his own troubles were deep and sharp. Coldly, he warned Karl,

"This is your last research project abroad. When it’s done, you have to come back. Otherwise, I’m coming over there to drag you home myself!"

Karl laughed,

"Alright, alright. I got it. I’ll come back as soon as this project finishes. I promise, no more excuses."

Karl made the promise, and only then did Morrison hang up with some relief.

That night, since Morrison forced Lilian to cancel her gathering with coworkers and she had no dinner plans, she ended up crashing at her mother Tiffany’s place for a meal.

Unexpectedly, her brother Dave and Laurent were there too. During dinner, Dave asked if Morrison had arranged for someone to escort her home after work. Lilian didn’t dare say Morrison had personally done it, so she just vaguely agreed someone had been sent.

But inside, she snorted coldly. So her brother had only asked Morrison to find someone to escort her, not to do it himself. Then why did Morrison insist on coming himself? And why did he purposely chain-smoke the whole ride, choking her? Had she known her brother hadn’t specified him, she would have refused outright. _{fre.ewebnov el.com}

Lilian felt Morrison was just trying to irritate her. He knew she hated smoke and deliberately smoked the entire way.

How petty, selfish, and immature.

What puzzled Lilian most was how Morrison had been a perfect gentleman and attentive lover while they were together, but now after the breakup, he seemed like a completely different person.

She wanted a clean break, but he seemed to be targeting her at every turn — from harshly scolding her for that mistake to now deliberately smoking in the car, acting so hostile.

After dinner and spending some time with her mother, who had a cold, Lilian returned to her own place. She felt the lingering smell of smoke from the ride home, so she kept her car windows open the entire way to air it out. Otherwise, the smell would remind her of him — and his cold, terrifying expression.

The next morning, just as she was still sleeping, a sharp knock at the door jolted her awake.

She didn’t know who would come knocking so early. Groggy, she reached for her phone on the bedside table and saw it was still well before her alarm time.

Annoyed at being woken, she buried her head under the covers to block out the noise and tried to go back to sleep. No one usually came knocking this early, so it was probably a salesman or a wrong address. She decided to just ignore it.

The knocking stopped after a while, but then her phone rang. She begrudgingly pulled back the covers and glanced at the screen — Morrison’s name was flashing.

She had no desire to answer, but his persistent calls left her no choice. She picked up with a tired "What?"

On the other end, he coldly ordered,

"Open the door."

Lilian’s sleep vanished instantly.

So the one knocking was him? She blinked in surprise and asked,

"What are you doing at my place this early?"

She didn’t actually say the second half of that sentence out loud.

Morrison replied coolly,

"Your brother said to escort you to and from work."

Normally, Lilian wasn’t the confrontational type, but this time, some stubbornness flared up and she shot back,

"But my brother said to send someone, not to come personally."

Morrison was momentarily speechless, then replied calmly,

"No one in the company moves as well as I do."

He was clearly insisting on barging into her home this early. Lilian politely refused again,

"Thanks for the concern, but I don’t need an escort. Please leave."

The idea of them, two people who had broken up, commuting together every day was enough to drive her crazy.

Besides, Morrison already had a public new girlfriend. Their relationship was so high-profile that the media had been buzzing about it for days. She couldn’t avoid knowing.

As for Bert, she didn’t think he’d do anything to her. After all, Bert was Burg Eltz’s kid too — with the family bloodline. Surely he wouldn’t be cruel to her, since she had no value to him.

However, the person outside seemed to ignore her words and raised his voice threateningly,

"I’m giving you three seconds to open the door, or I’m kicking it down."

Before Lilian could say anything else, she heard him start counting down,

"Three!"

She was about to lose it. She felt like he was seriously capable of kicking the door down like some villain.

"Two!"

His voice kept counting down. As it neared one, Lilian couldn’t take it anymore and reluctantly gave in,

"Wait!"

She couldn’t let him break down her door and make the neighbors think she hung out with shady people.

She hung up, quickly changed out of her pajamas — she only wore them to bed with nothing underneath — tidied herself up, and finally walked to the door to open it for him.