Dating the Bossy CEO Next Door
Chapter 46- bother

Chapter 46: Chapter 46- bother

Lilian spun around and stormed out of the bedroom, retreating to the bathroom to wash up.

She squeezed out toothpaste and brushed her teeth fiercely, using the action to vent her frustration.

She knew she shouldn’t have let him in.

After quickly getting ready, she strode out of the bathroom without meeting his eyes and headed straight back to the bedroom — only to be stopped by someone sitting at the dining table.

"Come eat breakfast."

Without even looking at him, she refused flatly.

"No."

She tried to keep walking, thinking, They say you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you, but I don’t want to eat his damn breakfast.

Morrison had gone through all the trouble to buy a lavish spread—not to have it ignored. He’d even reheated it in the microwave while she was washing up because it had cooled off.

Seeing her refusal, he stood up and blocked her way, lowering his gaze to look at her pale, delicate face.

"You’re not going to torture yourself by skipping breakfast just because you’re mad at me, are you?"

Lilian rolled her eyes hard.

"Who said I’m mad at you? I just don’t like breakfast. I’m on a diet, okay?"

He called it being mad, like they were lovers having a fight. It made her uncomfortable hearing it.

"A diet?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes scanning her up and down. Finally, his gaze lingered teasingly on her chest, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

"At this rate, some places will start shrinking."

Yeah, when he held her earlier, Morrison thought she’d slimmed down a bit. Without him feeding her well, she might starve herself.

"You—"

Lilian grit her teeth, furious. This guy’s shamelessness was rewriting her worldview.

Annoyed, she shot back,

"If you say stuff like that to other women, being so cozy and flirty, does your girlfriend even know?"

Lilian expected him to get angry or embarrassed, but instead, he gave her a lazy glance and then laughed out loud in a surprisingly good mood.

"Oh? You knew I had a girlfriend?"

He’d been making such a big deal about his new girl that she’d been totally indifferent. Morrison thought she didn’t know.

Turns out she did—and she even brought it up first.

Lilian thought his laugh was crazily weird, like a lunatic.

"You do know you have a girlfriend? So don’t you think what we’re doing is kind of inappropriate?"

Escorting her to work was already flirty enough, but now he’d come to her place and slept in the same bed? That was way too much!

Morrison raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it’s inappropriate. So what? Should I break up with her?"

Before Lilian could reply, he pressed on,

"Do you want me to break up with her?"

He wanted to use the "new girlfriend" to test Lilian’s feelings. If she showed any jealousy or hurt, he’d dump the other woman immediately. In truth, the new girl was just a tool for both of them—she wanted status; he wanted to provoke Lilian.

Lilian thought he was seriously sick. What did his breakups have to do with her?

She gave him a cold look.

"Do whatever you want. It’s none of my business."

That one sentence almost made Morrison’s head explode with rage.

He glared, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to the dining table, his tone icy as he ordered,

"Eat. I don’t have time to waste on you."

Lilian was practically thrown into her seat. His words only annoyed her more—he’d barged into her home to escort her, and now he was telling her he had no time to waste on her?

Wasn’t that just contradictory and self-contradictory?

Neither did she have time to waste on him. So she sat down and devoured the breakfast as fast as she could.

Finish quickly, get to work quickly, and get rid of him as soon as possible.

While Lilian kept her head down, gobbling food, Morrison pulled out his phone and called his new girlfriend right in front of her, his voice gentle as he asked her out for dinner that night.

Lilian’s first thought was: since he’d already asked his girlfriend out for tonight, that meant he wouldn’t be sending her home after work. Finally, some relief.

She happily kept eating, completely unaware that Morrison’s gaze was locked on her the entire time, his phone volume turned up so loud she could clearly hear the call.

Then, a coquettish voice—his girlfriend’s—dripped from the phone, making Lilian shudder involuntarily.

When Morrison ended the call, he looked at her and asked,

"What was that just now?"

Lilian looked up and gave a dry chuckle.

"Nothing, just thinking your girlfriend’s voice is really something."

She meant it sarcastically. Lilian was the kind of person who hated fake cutesy voices, but since that was his girlfriend, she couldn’t say it outright, so she expressed it indirectly.

Unexpectedly, Morrison’s face darkened. In a flash of anger, he slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up, and stormed out.

Lilian was left utterly baffled.

Later, when Lilian thought Morrison had left for good, she saw him waiting in the car downstairs. As soon as she came out, he rolled down the window and honked, signaling her to get in.

Lilian was speechless. After a morning of bickering with him, she was exhausted and gave up all resistance, reluctantly sliding into his car.

On the way to the company, Morrison kept a cold expression and ignored her. Lilian of course didn’t bother talking either, burying her head in her phone.

The ride was peaceful enough. When they parted ways in the parking lot, each heading to work, Lilian felt surprisingly good all day. She was relieved she wouldn’t have to see Morrison again tonight.

She had even come up with a perfect plan to dodge his so-called escort service—she’d stay at her mother Tiffany’s place for a while. Considering Tiffany’s influence, maybe Morrison would give up on picking her up.

Lilian thought herself clever.

But as the workday neared its end, Lilian got a call from the "big boss" again, ordering her to meet him in the parking lot after work.

Lilian was close to breaking down.

"Don’t you have a dinner date with your girlfriend tonight? I won’t keep you—I’ll just get myself home."

The "big boss" insisted,

"Going on a date doesn’t stop me from sending you home. She’s understanding. Besides, you rode with me this morning—how do you expect to get back without a car?"

"I can take a taxi. There are plenty of apps to call one anytime."

Lilian stuck to her guns,

"You really don’t need to worry about me. I’ve got work to do. I’m hanging up now."

Then she hung up the phone.

Ugh, how annoying. She’d already told him she didn’t need a ride anymore. It wasn’t like she was avoiding him on purpose — it was just that his "escorting" her was pure torture. Last night, he nearly choked her with smoke in the car; this morning, he gave her the cold shoulder the whole way and almost froze her on the drive.

She really couldn’t stand his mood swings anymore. If he insisted on playing chauffeur, she’d just have to ask him to send Sean instead.

Sean was closer to her age, and their personalities actually clicked. They’d probably get along well—no painful tension, no gritted teeth, no silent battles. Unlike with Morrison, where both of them just ended up miserable. Why bother?