Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 71: Never Caught His Gaze

Long Chapter

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Twenty minutes later, Anne was working on corrections on a laptop handed to her by this arrogant man.

She had to work in his office—not only that, but she had to do it right on his desk, facing him as he worked.

And not to mention, she was made to do a job meant for his assistant, not her.

Though she grumbled internally, she didn’t show signs of displeasure.

The sounds of typing continued to echo in the room, both people fully immersed in their work.

She couldn’t help but think back to that Friday night again and cringe for the hundredth time.

Why had she gone and acted like a crazy, deranged woman to that masked person?

She couldn’t recall all of it—the memories came to her in bits and pieces—but she could mostly grasp some of the things she did.

Like wantonly grabbing a part of the man’s body. She cringed hard enough that she visibly shivered.

These embarrassing thoughts would keep coming back to her whenever she wanted to concentrate. And she wouldn’t be able to push them out even if she tried.

Another memory she remembered was when she’d jumped on the man and grabbed his face, repeatedly slapping him on the cheek like a mother torturing a naughty kid.

This time, the papers she was holding actually fell, and she had to quickly stand up and shakily rearrange all of them.

When she was concentrated again, the memories returned.

She was running wantonly around the manor and the man repeatedly told her to stop, but she didn’t. She had been acting like a freaking five-year-old.

Anne felt like burying her head away to push away the embarrassing memories. But she held it in, biting her lips in frustration.

The most embarrassing part was the fact that she had been totally clueless the next day, and she’d even had the nerve to greet him with a sunny smile in the morning.

She almost facepalmed herself.

This embarrassment would continue to haunt her; she wouldn’t be able to forget about it. Luckily, she wouldn’t be seeing him this week.

How would she face him after all the crazy things she’d done in her inebriated state?

Anne didn’t notice—she was too immersed in her thoughts—but Andrew’s lips raised ever so slightly once again.

Her expressions were quite amusing to watch, that he didn’t realize when his busy hands had halted. His gaze never tearing away from her.

Her eyes seemed to show frustration, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment as if recalling a memory she wanted to push back.

He was suddenly curious—if he could take a peek into her head and see how her mind works.

He was intrigued by her. He also couldn’t say why, but he was becoming more and more curious about her.

Curious how she would react to things—like the way her eyes had widened and her mouth had fallen open when he’d casually joked about punishing her by making her kneel.

He was curious to see how she would react if he were to tease her—the kind that would make a fascinating burst of red appear on her cheeks.

He wanted to hear her talk, that was why he’d made Cynthia call for her. It was for no other reason than for him to hear her voice.

He wanted every air he’d breathe to be filled with her. He wanted his gaze to be filled with her.

Her hair—he knew how soft it was because he’d touched it. And right now, it glimmered, its waves tumbling down her shoulders. She had beautiful long hair. He acknowledged.

Her eyes... he’d always compared the brown of them to the sunset because they were almost orange, and they usually seemed to strike a chord within him whenever she looked up at him with that wide gaze.

And her lips... as his gaze settled on them, his Adam’s apple moved in an up and down motion.

He knew how they tasted, and he wasn’t averse to it. In fact... he liked it very much.

He’d liked the feeling of kissing her very much.

In her distracted state, she didn’t seem to realize his gaze was pinned on her until her awareness returned, and all of a sudden, those brown eyes were staring wide at him in bewilderment.

She shifted in her seat, casually touched her face and her hair, before hesitantly asking, "Is there... something on my face?"

Despite her noticing his stare, he didn’t shift his gaze away. He was used to openly taking whatever he wanted, hence he felt no awkwardness whatsoever at being caught staring.

"Yes," he replied at her question, his voice lowering into a deep husk as his hand suddenly reached forward across the table.

Anne went still, not expecting the sudden movement until she felt his thumb reach over, slowly swiping over her lower lip.

The slowness and deliberate intention of it caused something to tumble in her stomach and flutter with a strange intensity.

She blinked, but his finger still didn’t move from her lip.

Her breathing suddenly turned heavy. Her gaze locked onto his dark ones.

There was something in those eyes she couldn’t name—a kind of primal hunger that burned with an intensity that made her skin feel warm.

He slowly pulled away, a small smirk playing on his mouth.

"You’re welcome!" he said, making her instantly awaken from her daze.

Wait! He’d helped her wipe something off?

Was there something on her lips this whole time?

Her face reddened in embarrassment that she couldn’t focus on her heart, which seemed to be making a riot in her chest by beating ceaselessly.

What she didn’t know was that there was absolutely nothing on her lips—he’d just touched her to watch that burst of pink show on her cheeks.

For the next hour, Anne couldn’t put down her nerves. She had become more self-aware now, even as she worked.

What was wrong with her heart?

Why couldn’t it calm down? And this man... was he still staring at her?

Did she still have something on her face?

She shifted in her seat, but she could still feel the intent burn of his gaze. She didn’t dare raise her head to try to look. She just focused on her work.

She couldn’t see, but the man had completely abandoned the work he was doing, his eyes fixed on her without moving away.

Looking at her really did make him feel somewhat peaceful within, so he refused to look away.

This moment, if seen by someone else, would undoubtedly be mistaken as affectionate and sweet.

The obsession that comes with falling for someone—so much so one’s eyes couldn’t be peeled away from that person—and that was exactly what happened. A third party witnessing this scene. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

A knock sounded on the door.

Without moving his gaze, he called, "Come in."

Not caring a single bit who it was coming in.

Anne heard him call someone in. Thinking he must have looked away now, she raised her gaze only for her eyes to collide with his.

She was stuck in that moment. Her gaze locked with his where his lips were slightly raised at the side.

Her face instantly turned red.

This was the scene Clara walked into upon entering the office.

She felt her whole body go rigid as if ice were poured into her bones.

Astonishment shone in her light grey eyes as she watched this scene.

If someone had told her about this scene, she would find it very difficult to believe it.

It was nothing like the picture she’d just seen posted a while ago.

She was watching the real thing.

That gaze...

Why did he have such a gaze staring at Anne?

Clara’s hands, which were by her side, trembled visibly. One could see that the rhythm of her breathing had changed.

She stood in her spot for a long time. One wouldn’t be able to decipher the thoughts in her eyes, but if one looked deep enough, they would see an intense pain hidden in the depths.

After a while, she walked forward, making Anne turn around at her presence. But the man didn’t shift his gaze even though the girl had looked away.

He never once looked towards her since she entered the office. It almost felt like in this world of his, she didn’t exist. His gaze wasn’t for her.

"Andrew." Clara called his attention with a sweet voice, hiding whatever unease could have been visible in her eyes a while ago.

He finally broke his gaze away, but his eyes had regained their usual indifference as they landed on her.

Clara sent her gaze down to Anne, taking her in assessively, as if trying to figure out what Andrew seemed to be staring at on her. When she seemed to realize her gaze might be obvious, she smiled warmly at Anne before turning back to Andrew.

"I’ll have to take Anne away now. There are some tasks she hasn’t completed yet," Clara said, asking for his permission.

"Make someone else do it," he said dismissively.

Clara suddenly stiffened. She stared at Andrew for a long time, seeming to hold something in till her veins bulged around her neck. She breathed in an unnatural way, then put a smile back on her face.

Why did his gaze not last more than two seconds on her?

She had gone through the trouble of looking good every single day because she knew she could run into him.

Many said she was beautiful—she knew she was—but his gaze merely fleeted over her.

In his eyes, she seemed unimportant. But Anne...

Clara’s gaze settled on Anne once again, but she composed herself and spoke up.

"Andrew, this task has been given to Anne, so no one else can do it. Please let her do her work and I’ll send her right back to you when she’s done."

She could see the visible annoyance in his eyes as he raised his dark eyes to her. That magnetically handsome face that always made her heart skip a beat showed nothing but displeasure towards her. He didn’t say a word to Clara. Instead, his gaze lowered back to Anne.

"You have something to do?" he asked, as if Clara already telling him wasn’t trustworthy enough.

Clara felt her face redden. His dismissal of her was akin to a cold slap on her face.

Her fist tightened.

Anne quickly nodded, eager to get away from this office.

This arrogant man was acting weird today—who knew when his button would flip and he would become the usual short-tempered man she knew?

Getting the confirmation from Anne herself, he nodded.

"You may go," then returned to his work without bothering with the two people in his office.

Clara remained in the office while Anne quickly grabbed her bag and made an instant exit. But immediately she left the office, she suddenly felt a familiar pain in her lower belly.

Period cramps?

Anne stopped walking momentarily with a look of realization on her face. So that was why her emotions had been chaotic this past week—her period was coming.

That means... her contract with the masked person was still not fulfilled.

For some reason, she felt slightly relieved.

Anne made her way to find the women’s bathroom on that floor, unaware of the pair of eyes staring at her from behind.

Clara watched Anne walk away with a contemplative look in her eyes.