Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 191: Nonchalant To Her Signals

When Clara came to the door to Andrew’s office, she stopped outside and glanced down at her attire. She was wearing a crisp white button down shirt whose neckline was open for a subtle touch, paired with high waisted wide leg trousers whose design had a corset like waist detail that cinched her waist dramatically.

The outfit wasn’t too revealing, but it showed an adequate amount of shape. Clara undid the third and fourth button on her shirt further making it slightly more open at the chest which made it reveal a denser amount of cleavage along with hints of the lacy bra she wore underneath. Having done this, she finally felt satisfied enough about her appearance and went on to knock the door.

She was very well aware of the fact that there were a lot of women who’d tried the seduction tactic to try to get Andrew to like them but they were rejected, however all that had happened a long time ago. And no matter how strict a man was, he was still a man. The fact was same for Andrew, otherwise Anne would never have gotten the chance to enter his life.

Images of past scenarios began to flash back into Clara’s head at this moment.

The time she stood in his office but he had his eyes pinned to Anne alone, the time at the anniversary event. All of it added up making Clara feel even more annoyed. She raised her hand to knock the door again and this time, a response came from within. Andrew’s level voice telling her to come in.

Looking around and making sure there was no one around the office, not even his secretary, Clara entered the office and gently closed the door behind her.

She spotted Andrew sitting behind his desk intently focused on work. Clara couldn’t help but stop for a long time, lost as she stared at him.

The light from the windows cast sunlight onto his strikingly handsome face with a refined, commanding aura that radiated all around him.

Clara admired him quietly. From how smooth and fair his skin was, to his contrasting dark hair. Strong and sharp jawline and defined features that gave him a chiseled masculine look. His lips were full but held in a neutral composed expression, his demeanor was very calm yet slightly aloof.

These were the things that attracted Clara and captivated her, coupled with his ambitious and driven nature.

This type of man...how could she allow herself to lose out on him.

It seemed he noticed whoever had come to his office didn’t move for quite a while, he raised a leveled gaze in her direction.

"What brings you here?" He queried shifting his gaze back down to his work.

With a long breath, Clara strolled into the office, one step deliberately kept in front of the other to make her hips sway with every movement.

His gaze neither raised to her tempting walking style, nor to the look in her eyes that openly suggested her purpose.

When she didn’t reply to his question, he raised a strict brow at her. There was no friendliness or the signs of a close acquaintance in the way he looked at her, his gaze wasn’t more than how he would look at one of the other employees in the company.

Seeing this clear boundary in his eyes, a trace of hurt flashed past Clara’s eyes, but she wasn’t giving up.

Leaning with both her palms propped on his table, pushing up her boobs and squeezing them in the way anyone’s gaze would be attracted to them, she went on to speak.

"I came here to discuss the upcoming press conference. Chairman Sterling instructed us to set up a press conference for an important announcement tomorrow and I wanted to know more details."

Despite Clara’s efforts to attract his gaze to a certain part of her body, it seemed as if his eyes didn’t even skim that part of her not to mention notice them. He remained focused on his work.

"If you need more details about the press conference go to the chairman himself, I’m busy."

Such a blatant dismissal felt like a slap to Clara’s face. Especially because she’d made so much effort to come here with a clear intention in mind.

How could he be so nonchalant to a woman’s signals?

Clara couldn’t help but feel infuriated internally.

She was aware of his personality but never before had it ever gotten this frustrating until now when she was so desperate for him to look at her.

That Anne... just what type of trick did she use to trap him? What kind of trick did she used to catch his gaze?

Clara was used to entering a room, fully dressed and men would ogle her as if they wanted to strip her naked with their gaze, but Andrew had always been different. Even until now.

The man was this cold? Could it be that she was overthinking Anne’s situation with him?

If she couldn’t get him to look at her desirably then there was no way Anne had actually succeeded as well.

When confident people were tested, they would usually rather deny their own incapabilities rather than accept it, they would never allow anything to cripple their confidence.

Right at this moment, a knock interrupted the office door.

"Come in."

As Andrew permitted the person entrance, Clara couldn’t keep her displeasure hidden from her face, she’d wanted to get to spend time with him and find out if he was attracted to her, even just a little bit but he wasn’t even looking at her. Which made a trace of helplessness well within Clara until the person outside the office walked in.

Clara stiffened before a hint of venom showed in her eyes.

Anne.

What the hell was she doing here right now?

Could it be that Anne was actually threatened by her? As Clara thought this, a small smirk appeared on her lips.

That was right! Clara knew she was attractive enough to be the source of other women’s insecurities, maybe Anne had noticed her coming into Andrew’s office and followed her here because she was afraid, she must have been scared that her scheme to captivate Andrew might be hindered by her.

Andrew’s gaze fleetingly raised and the moment he spotted who walked in, his hands paused over his keyboards his gaze fixed on her before the smallest hint of a smile suddenly shone in his eyes.

Seeing this, Clara’s thoughts halted immediately.

His eyes... something seemed to have blossomed in his eyes upon Anne’s entrance that made an invisibly suffocating feeling choke Clara’s throat.