Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door
Chapter 45- this was ridiculous

Chapter 45: Chapter 45- this was ridiculous

The man outside looked fresh and put together, clearly up and ready early in the morning — a sharp contrast to Lilian’s sleepy, half-awake state.

Lilian was annoyed. She had no idea how he managed to get up so early when she herself always wished she could sleep just one more minute each morning.

She opened the door, expecting him to scold her for being slow, but to her surprise, he didn’t even glance at her. He just walked in with a cold indifference, as if he was simply here to escort her to work, nothing more.

Lilian quietly closed the door behind him and turned around. One stood by the entrance hallway, the other near the living room sofa. For a long moment, neither spoke.

Lilian tried to lower her gaze and slip away, but Morrison’s voice cut through with a hint of disdain:

"Why aren’t you up yet?"

Already annoyed from being woken up so early, Lilian snapped back,

"Why should I get up this early?"

MOS Corp started at 8:30 a.m. She drove, which took about twenty minutes, and since she didn’t have to prepare breakfast or spend ages on makeup — usually just milk, some bread or cereal for breakfast, and a quick, fresh makeup look — she could get ready in half an hour. So normally, she’d wake around 7:20 or 7:30.

But now? It was only just past 6:30.

How could she not be furious?

Worse, she’d barely slept last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she smelled his smoke or thought of moments with him, tossing and turning all night.

Morrison frowned at her retort. His exes always took forever getting ready in the morning — hours spent on makeup — which drove him crazy.

Lilian ignored him and decided to head back to her room for a little more rest. If he wanted to come pick her up, fine — she’d still leave for work at her usual time.

Of course, she locked her door to get some peace.

Just as she was about to turn back, she saw him stride into the kitchen, rifling through her cabinets.

After a moment, he asked,

"Where are the noodles? Didn’t we have some left last time?"

Before they broke up, on one night after a date, Lilian had complained she was hungry. Morrison had gone down to the supermarket and bought some noodles, eggs, and ham, then made her a delicious bowl. She’d eaten it all in one go.

So Morrison knew there were still some noodles in her place, and he clearly remembered where he’d put them. He was thinking of cooking them up — not because he wanted to make her breakfast or anything, but because he came over early without eating and was hungry himself.

Lilian was stunned, just staring at him in disbelief.

After breaking up, was it even normal for him to be so comfortable in her home?

And now rummaging through her cabinets for noodles? Don’t tell her he planned to eat them all by himself.

What kind of situation was this?

She snapped back,

"I threw them out."

She really had tossed those noodles. First, because she never cooked, so they were just sitting there getting old. Second, she didn’t want reminders of him lingering in her space. So one day while cleaning, she’d just thrown that leftover pack away.

Of course, she didn’t throw away the earrings Morrison had given her or other expensive gifts — not because they were from him, but simply because she hated wasting money.

She’d carefully boxed them up and hidden them deep in her cabinet, far from sight to avoid stirring up any unnecessary emotions.

When something’s over, it’s over completely.

Morrison’s face darkened when he heard her say she’d thrown them out so casually.

Not because he cared about some noodles, but because the word "thrown out" sounded so harsh — like she was tossing him away just as easily after using him.

He glared at her fiercely, teeth clenched, and said,

"Why don’t you just throw away everything in the house?"

Then slammed the cabinet door shut and left the kitchen, using those words to mock her for throwing away the noodles.

After leaving the kitchen, Morrison headed straight for the door. On his way out, he grabbed the keys Lilian had left on the shoe rack by the entrance.

Lilian hurriedly called after him,

"Hey! What are you doing with my keys?"

Without turning back, he threw the keys to her and said,

"Going out to get food!"

"Hey, you—"

Lilian tried to rush after him to snatch back her house keys, but he’d already vanished out the door. She stomped her foot in frustration.

Just a moment ago, she thought he’d stormed off because she pissed him off, so she relaxed — but then she saw him take her keys.

That sly fox probably figured it wouldn’t be easy to get back inside without the keys, so he just took them outright. Now, whether she opened the door or not, he could come and go as he pleased.

Crossing her arms, Lilian flopped down onto the sofa, fuming. What the hell was he up to? If all this was because his brother told him to escort her to and from work, then fine, just escort her — why make breakfast? Why go out to buy breakfast? She could handle her own morning meal, thank you very much!

Being woken up this early and put through all this was making her blood boil. There was no way he was here just to escort her; he was here purely to make her life miserable.

No way was she letting this go. When he came back, she was going to have a serious talk with him.

And she hoped he wouldn’t show up anymore. If his girlfriend found out about this, she might accuse Lilian of being some third wheel, some homewrecker. But she was just a completely over ex — she had no intention of being anyone’s drama. _{fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m}

Thinking all this, Lilian yawned. She was exhausted from waking an hour earlier than usual, so she grabbed a pillow from the sofa and half-collapsed onto it, already plotting how she’d confront him later... and then she accidentally fell asleep.

When Morrison returned with breakfast he’d bought downstairs, he found her leaning sideways on the sofa, sleeping peacefully — if she tilted any further, she’d fall right off.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. How tired must she have been to fall asleep like that?

Setting the breakfast down, he glanced at the clock. There was still plenty of time before work, so he tiptoed over and bent down to scoop the sleeping girl into his arms.

Turning, he carried her back to her bedroom.

He’d never admit it, but coming over early just to cook breakfast was his little way of showing off his cooking skills — hoping she’d regret missing out. After all, when they were dating, she’d always raved about how good his cooking was.

But since she’d thrown away the noodles he’d made before, he had to buy ready-made food instead.

Lilian was fast asleep. Once Morrison laid her in the big bed, she shifted comfortably and turned over, the wide collar of her shirt slipping off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin.

The sight made the man standing at the bedside burn with heat early in the morning. He had to step out for a glass of water just to cool down.

After neatly arranging the breakfast he’d brought, Morrison returned to Lilian’s bedroom.

When Lilian’s alarm went off, she woke instinctively — her internal clock had gotten used to waking at this exact time every day to get ready for work.

But this time, when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a broad, solid chest inches from her face. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

Panicked, she scrambled out of bed and onto the floor, trembling as she pointed at the man lying there calmly.

"Y-you... y-you..."

She was so mad she could barely speak.

They’d never shared a bed while dating, yet here they were, sleeping together after breaking up. Even if nothing happened, Lilian was terrified.

She almost swore out loud — this was ridiculous!

The culprit, however, was acting as if nothing was wrong. He got up, fixing his rumpled clothes and said casually,

"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep holding you when I put you in bed."

He said it like it was nothing, shifting all blame onto her. "Held you and fell asleep by accident."

Lilian shouted,

"Who asked you to carry me to bed?! Mind your own business!"

She’d been asleep on the sofa — he should have just left her there. Why mess around?

He was definitely doing this on purpose — taking advantage of her and trying to annoy her.

Morrison raised an eyebrow and said,

"If I hadn’t carried you, you would have rolled right off the sofa."

Lilian was nearly furious, feeling like he was getting away with it. She yelled back,

"I’d rather roll off and crack my head open than have anything to do with you!"