Consequences of Dumping the Obsessive Boss: Stuck with Him Forever-Chapter 231: You Don’t Want to Keep a Cat—Is It Because of Me?
If that Dr. Sullivan is as smart and composed as Summer Lowell and Charles Jenson say, then let’s give her a chance to see for herself.
Let her use her own mind to break Justin Huxley’s brainwashing.
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"What did you say? You want me to go to your friend’s house with you?" Vivian Sullivan lifted her head from the computer, looking at the leisurely Charles Jenson leaning on the table, mocking coldly, "You really lack self-awareness, don’t you? With the kind of relationship we have, you still have the audacity to invite me to meet your friends? Aren’t you afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of them?"
"When did you become so eager? Aren’t you going to listen to which friend first?"
Already used to her sarcastic attitude, Charles Jenson automatically filtered out the negative words and looked at Vivian Sullivan with a mischievous raised eyebrow, "Speaking so soon, it’ll be embarrassing if later you come begging me after I tell you who it is."
"Hmph," Vivian Sullivan snorted derisively, wanting to say something else to knock his confidence a bit when a thought crossed her mind. She hesitated slightly, "Don’t tell me your so-called friend is Maxim Sinclair?"
"I just adore your sharpness. You guessed right. The one inviting us for a get-together is my boss, the chairman of the Sinclair Group, also your good friend’s... How should I put it? Nemesis or fate?"
"Stop with the nonsense," Vivian Sullivan took off her glasses, "Are you saying it’s really Maxim Sinclair?"
"Of course, it’s him. So, do you want to come with me now?"
Vivian Sullivan clasped her hands, resting her chin, and squinted slightly, "Whose idea was this? Yours or Maxim Sinclair’s?"
Charles Jenson smiled without answering directly, asking instead, "Why don’t you take a guess whose idea it was?"
Vivian stared at him for a moment, then firmly said, "It must be Maxim Sinclair’s idea. He wants me to be the spokesperson, right?"
"Indeed, it’s an invitation from my superior, Maxim Sinclair. Although he said on the phone that he’s inviting me, I know the real intention is to bring you along."
Charles Jenson glanced around, casually poured himself a glass of water, "But why he wants you there, I have no idea. All I know is it has something to do with Miss Lowell, but what he wants you to do, I really don’t know."
"An invitation for no reason," Vivian Sullivan sneered, "I bet Maxim Sinclair hit a wall with Summer and couldn’t find a way, so he’s trying to do some maneuvering to get me to say some good words for him."
"Getting you to say good things? My boss must be troubled," Charles Jenson chuckled, "I don’t even expect to hear anything pleasant from you."
Charles Jenson waved the cup in his hand, asking Vivian Sullivan, "So, are you coming or not? If you are, it’ll be at our boss’s villa three days from now."
"Sure, why not," Vivian Sullivan readily agreed, "I’m worried about Summer’s situation and want to see for myself how she’s doing. Otherwise, I won’t be at ease."
"Alright then, I’ll pick you up at the time," Charles Jenson said, showing a hint of envy, "You really care about Miss Lowell. Shave off a little of that care for me, and I’d be content."
"The Eldest Young Master Jenson doesn’t lack such attention," Vivian Sullivan replied with a mocking smile, "Didn’t you once say that in the whole of Eastport, the pretty girls willing to offer themselves could circle the Gilden River?"
"How many times do I have to say it was drunk talk. Don’t take it seriously," Charles Jenson’s head throbbed at her words, but he couldn’t resist tentatively asking Vivian Sullivan, "You keep bringing this up around me. It really doesn’t seem like you aren’t bothered."
Vivian Sullivan lowered her face, glancing at Charles, speaking deliberately, "I just think your memory’s a bit poor, reminding you a few times will keep you from doing things that bother me."
Charles Jenson, not getting the reaction he wanted, raised his hands in defeat and nodded, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is right, you’re the calmest."
Charles tossed the empty cup into the trash bin, "I won’t disturb you anymore, Dr. Sullivan. The gathering is set for the evening three days from now. I’ll contact you in advance and pick you up."
Before Vivian Sullivan could respond, he quickly added, "You can’t get into that place yourself. I’ll have to take you with me."
"Got it. You and Maxim Sinclair aren’t ordinary people. I don’t know how Summer and I ended up with you two."
Accustomed to her sharp tongue, Charles shook his head with a helpless smile, "Get some rest. I noticed your spirits aren’t as high as before. If you go like this, Miss Lowell will worry about you too." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Charles Jenson finished and left Vivian Sullivan’s office, shutting the door gently behind him.
As soon as he left the hospital, he called Maxim Sinclair.
After finishing the call, Maxim Sinclair found Summer Lowell in the garden, playing with a small kitten from the neighbor’s.
Summer Lowell, cuddling the kitten, was so engrossed in petting it. When she noticed Maxim Sinclair approaching, she couldn’t hide her smile in time, "Are you here to see me? Something up?"
Maxim Sinclair looked at her and couldn’t help but smile too, "Do you like kittens? How about I take you to a pet store to get a few? You can keep them to pass the time."
"No need, I don’t want to keep any." Summer Lowell shook her head, declining.
She was only staying here temporarily, and who knew what the future would hold.
Keeping pets would create a tie, and things were already complicated enough between her and Maxim Sinclair.
She didn’t want things to get more complicated.
Summer Lowell got up and walked to the railing, carefully lifting the tiny kitten and placing it outside through the bars.
Maxim Sinclair followed her silently, watching until the kitten ran off before speaking, "You don’t want to keep a cat because of me, right?"
"What’s a cat got to do with you? They’re so adorable," Summer Lowell’s heart skipped, wondering if she let her emotions show just now.
Maxim Sinclair immediately recognized her thoughts but didn’t want to expose them today.
After all, it was rare for their relationship to have a slight easing.
"I have good news. Want to hear it?"
Summer Lowell walked to the water basin to wash her hands, "Is it really good news? Say it first, then we’ll see."
"Three days from now, which is this Friday evening, I’ve invited a friend over for dinner," Maxim Sinclair leaned against the wall, looking at Summer as she lathered her hands, "You might have heard of him, the Sinclair Group’s Vice President, Charles Jenson."
