Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 300 - 300 Obedient Medicine 2

Chapter 300: Obedient Medicine 2 Chapter 300: Obedient Medicine 2 When Terry Garcia got home, Clara Brown was about to have dinner.

Seeing Terry actually come back home at this time, Clara’s eyes couldn’t help but widen, and she blurted out, “The sun must have set in the east today; I can’t believe I get to see CEO Garcia come home for dinner.”

Terry loosened his tie, went to the wine cabinet next to him, opened a bottle of wine, and started drinking on his own, not caring what Clara thought.

“I’m talking to you? What do you mean by drinking like this?” Clara asked persistently.

Terry said somewhat displeased, “Can’t you just let me drink quietly? I just want to drink, is that not OK?”

“Did some little bitch mess with you again, or were you fooled by some bitch?” Clara continued to mock him, unwilling to let it go.

Terry lazily glanced at her, took the wine glass next to her dining table, and poured red wine from the wine bottle into it, saying, “Either drink with me or go back to sleep. Out of sight, out of mind.”

“You…” Clara glared angrily, picked up the glass, and drank it all in one gulp, then indignantly said, “Who is afraid of who?”

After that, she took the initiative to pour her own wine to drink, and the two people quietly drank several glasses of wine together before soon finishing the whole bottle of red wine.

Clara only felt slightly excited and dizzy from drinking, her vision sometimes blurred and sometimes crystal clear.

However, Terry seemed as if he hadn’t drunk any wine, showing no reaction.

Before long, Terry got up, took a stack of documents from his briefcase, walked to Clara, and said, “Clara, listen to me.”

“Clara, listen to me.” Clara repeated Terry’s words with him.

Terry handed her a pen, then pointed at the signature line and said, “Sign your name here, Clara!”

After hearing this, Clara didn’t think and just signed her name.

Then, Terry pointed to many other places for her to sign her name.

He continued, “Put your personal seal on it!”

Clara stood up dizzily, yet clearly, turned around two rooms, found her personal seal, obediently stamped where she was supposed to, and finally, put the seal back in its place.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Later, the two of them drank two more bottles of red wine and Clara got so drunk that she passed out.

When she woke up the next day, Terry had already gone to work. Clara was a bit hungover, took several hangover medicine pills, and slept some more before recovering.

When Victoria Garcia woke up in the morning, Arnold Johnson was already awake.

“What time did you get back last night?” Victoria asked as she walked towards him.

Arnold replied, “Almost one o’clock. You were already asleep when I got back.”

At that time, he really wanted to hug her, but seeing her sleeping peacefully, Arnold couldn’t bear to wake her. After all, no matter how good the police station was, it couldn’t be as comfortable as home.

Arnold stroked her hair, “Did you sleep well?”

Victoria nodded, “It was alright, what about you?”

“Today is the agreed day, do you remember?” Arnold reminded her from the side.

Hearing his hint, Victoria indeed felt momentarily confused but soon remembered, and she couldn’t help but tense up a bit.

Arnold was a very perceptive person, and this subtle movement naturally caught his eye.