Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 35: Stop!

Rebecca was evidently excited at being called into Clara’s office while Andrew Sterling was inside.

Anne, however, hesitated. She had just rejoiced that she wouldn’t have to be in the presence of that man.

Why had she suddenly been called for?

The secretary, who was still waiting for the people she called, began to look impatient. While Anne hesitated due to uncertainties in her mind, Rebecca was busy grabbing a compact mirror to touch up her makeup.

When the secretary opened the office door, a sound of soft laughter could be heard from the inside.

Anne was surprised.

That was because she’d never heard Clara laugh before.

The woman’s face looked soft and radiant as she laughed. Anyone would find themselves mesmerized at the view of such a beauty.

The man in the room, however, maintained a stone-cold face. It was as if whatever joke Clara was laughing at had nothing to do with him at all.

"I still remember how Don would throw a tantrum back then. He’s always been so adorable," Clara spoke, as if in continuation of a conversation she’d been having with the man before the people summoned came in.

There was an air of familiarity around them that seemed to go beyond just the professional setting of working together.

"They’re here," Cynthia announced, making Clara finally raise her head to notice the other people in the room.

"Ah. Andrew, these two are my most trusted employees here. Rebecca has been here for a long time, Anne is new, but she’s really good and I trust her. That’s why I’m recommending her too. Which one of them do you think would be suitable for handling the event with the planners?"

The more Clara spoke, the more it was confirmed that she was indeed familiar with Andrew Sterling.

Rebecca found it absolutely incredible.

So Clara was this capable—enough to be familiar with the Sterling sons. Earlier, Rebecca had heard her mention Donald, but she had even referred to him in a familiar nickname many people knew of him.

Clara Hastings definitely shouldn’t be underestimated. Though she was always so humble.

This man, who’d been said to coldly reject and humiliate a beauty like Allana Kennedy, was actually in the same space as Clara, even evidently seeming on friendly terms with her.

Rebecca’s respect for Clara soared.

Sitting on the guest seat within the office, Andrew Sterling had his fist supporting his chin. He exuded an air of detachment that made it seem like he cared for absolutely nothing and no one.

Though these two female employees were presented to him, he didn’t even glance at them before delivering his verdict.

"Let them both handle it. It’s not a job for one."

After saying that, he was on his feet, towering over everyone in the room.

Rebecca could have jumped in excitement if she weren’t trying to keep up appearances.

This task was almost always given to team B, but this year not only had their team gotten this task, she had personally been chosen by Andrew Sterling?!

She could die happily!

Anne, however, had no idea what was going on. She could just tell that she’d been assigned to do something, but she had no idea what.

Andrew made to leave the office, and a hint of disappointment crossed Clara’s face. But the disappointment seemed to vanish slightly when he suddenly stopped when he’d reached the middle of the office.

Clara stared up at him with concealed hope in her eyes.

He had stopped right in front of one of her employees... specifically, Anne.

"You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed one of your people, would you?" he suddenly turned to Clara to ask.

Clara couldn’t control the brightness that overcame her features when the man faced her to ask this question.

That was because Andrew Sterling was never known to ask for anything. He took what he wanted and no one had the right to stop him—no one would dare.

Him asking for her permission... meant he thought quite highly of her.

A faint blush threatened to color Clara’s beautiful cheeks. Though she controlled it best as she could, she couldn’t keep it in as she nodded.

"Of course, I wouldn’t mind."

He turned to his secretary, whose hands were full as she held an iPad and a number of documents.

But everything was suddenly snatched out of her hands.

Cynthia raised her questioning gaze to her boss.

"You must be tired carrying all this around all day. Let her do it now." His voice was nonchalant as he dumped everything in Anne’s arms without warning.

Though Anne was taken aback, she quickly recovered and held everything suddenly dumped into her hands as the man walked away before she could even realize what was happening.

Cynthia was stumped!

Did... did her boss just say that she must be tired?

Cynthia’s mouth was left hanging open.

Since when had he become so considerate?

Was this the same unfeeling, unreasonable boss of hers?

Why was he acting so strangely today?

First, it was his undetectably bad mood, which had caused her to have to make his coffee uncountable times. And he’d even sent one of their managers to virtual exile by transferring him to the most problematic company branch. And now he’d suddenly become so considerate of her? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Cynthia couldn’t waste too much time thinking, hence she quickly recovered and hurried after him, giving the clueless girl who was just standing there a cue to follow her.

Anne hurriedly came back to her senses and followed the secretary, who was half-running after her boss.

"Director Sterling, you have a meeting with an investor by seven—"

"Shouldn’t you be on a break now?" the man cut her off coldly.

"Sir?"

Cynthia gazed up at him with evident shock.

He tilted his head and gave her a stern glance, and Cynthia immediately followed up his words without further question.

"Y-yes sir, I’ll just take a quick break." The young secretary scurried away.

This man’s mood swings were worse than a pregnant woman’s. If this continued, she might do or say something that would sentence her to a terrible outcome from this man.

A break was definitely the only way to escape.

Anne was suddenly left alone following this man she wanted to avoid. When he entered an elevator, she hesitantly followed him in, recalling what happened the last time.

She stayed behind him, making her presence almost invisible to him.

She was quiet as she followed him, as silent as a mouse.

When they reached his office, she dropped everything on his desk and, without saying a word, turned around to leave.

But a burning sensation on her back told her of a sharp gaze upon her, as his hard voice suddenly reached her.

"Stop!"

She suddenly halted instantly.