Dating My Boss Online

Chapter 6

New projects are usually in relatively remote suburban areas. It was late at night, and there weren't many people on the road. My heart skipped a beat, and I struggled to stay conscious, calling out to Rachel Brown: "Ms. Brown, stop for a moment. I'm feeling a bit carsick."

Rachel Brown didn't stop. I repeated myself, and she suddenly laughed: "I was wondering why you rejected me last time. So you've hooked up with someone else, and you even dared to curse me on Instagram? Gus Watson, you're quite something!"

I kept a straight face: "I'll say it one last time. Stop the car, or I can't guarantee what I'll do."

Rachel Brown laughed: "If I'm not mistaken, the drug should be taking effect by now. There's no one around here. You'll be begging me soon." Saying this, she actually stopped the car and turned to look at me. "Or do you prefer not to do it in the car, but outdoors?"

Then she suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh, right. Two years ago, there was another guy who acted all unwilling. He was from your company too." She mentioned a name, then laughed again, "Guess how he ended up begging me?"

It was the boy who was allergic to alcohol two years ago.

I frowned: "Why is Luke cooperating with you?"

She put on a helpless expression: "You think prices are lowered for free? If he can control the price reduction well, he's considered capable. With such low prices, I hardly make any profit. I'd rather not do it with such low profits, but..."

She glanced at me, "Mainly because I saw you. Didn't you curse me quite happily? So I'm giving you a chance to beg me." Saying this, she started laughing.

"Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?" I asked.

She laughed: "Come on, don't try to stall for time. I have a signal jammer in my car. I know you've been messaging your little girlfriend, but because you're wary of me, you haven't dared to look at your phone, so you don't even know if the messages went through."

However, the next moment, a flash of white light passed by. It was car headlights.

I smiled: "Then I suppose you also know there's only one relatively secluded road here?"

I had recorded everything. Luke and Rachel Brown were now sitting in the police station.

Ottilie Taylor's side had also investigated thoroughly: The truth was that besides everything that just happened, Luke had also colluded with construction companies to make false changes in hidden projects, jointly embezzling company money. He had even tampered with bids, secretly giving the company's projects to his relatives. Apart from Luke, quite a few high-level executives in the company had been covering up for this matter.

The company itself was still hesitating about how to handle this issue. After Luke was taken in, with Ottilie Taylor's insistence, they finally decided to take these people to court.

However, I don't have time to care about those things now.

I always knew Ottilie Taylor was love-struck, but I didn't realize she was this love-struck.

Since we came clean with each other, she happily moved into the company dormitory, living on the floor above me, beautifully calling it "sharing joys and sorrows."

However, to avoid affecting me, she also bought a not-so-great second-hand car. Every day after work, she would switch to this car to come find me and cook for me.

To this, I can only say: People really shouldn't have too much free time.

Although I used to cook before, due to laziness or overtime work, my eating habits were quite irregular, and over time, my stomach had deteriorated.

So now she cooks different dishes for me every day. In just a week, I've gained four pounds.

But this person seems to have become addicted to it, tirelessly feeding me. Every day she prepares a "love lunch" for me in advance, and soon everyone in the company knew I had a super nice girlfriend.

Luke and that group of people were eventually sentenced. The result came out just as I was about to go downstairs to meet Ottilie Taylor.

Ottilie Taylor was downstairs holding a large bouquet of roses, waving at me with a sweet smile on her face.

As soon as I got close, Ottilie Taylor gave me a big hug. I quickly pushed her away: "What are you doing? There are so many people on the street!"

Ottilie Taylor leaned in and laughed softly: "What? Are you getting shy now?"

I felt a bit uncomfortable: "Let go quickly."

"I won't," she pouted. "You're my boyfriend. What's wrong with me hugging you? You don't know how upset I was when you broke up with me before." As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears were about to fall again.

"You have the nerve to mention that!" I glared at her fiercely. "You were working overtime every day. I even got dark circles under my eyes!"

During this time, I've finally understood her. She's not a crybaby or a coquette. She's purely taking advantage of the fact that I'm soft-hearted and not tough, pretending with me. She's been getting more and more coy lately.

"Hmph, then I'm sad," Ottilie Taylor grumbled, nuzzling me with her head. "I don't care. I'm not letting go. I finally got to hug you."

"You love-struck fool!" I said helplessly.

She got even more excited: "I am love-struck! And I'm proud of it!"

Ottilie Taylor had always been worried that going public would affect me, so while she privately tutored me to take the part-time graduate entrance exam, she also ordered me to hurry up and get certifications and professional titles.

Two years later, I successfully sat in Luke's former position through my own efforts, becoming "Mr. Watson."

At the celebration party, Ottilie Taylor and I clinked our wine glasses lightly. Under the lights, I could see her love for me.

This is already our fourth year together, but her love hasn't faded with time. Instead, it has become even more intense.

Another year passed, and we met each other's parents, got engaged, and then married.

On our wedding night, she held me tightly, nuzzling me affectionately: "Baby, you finally belong to me."

"Yes, yes, I'm yours," I smiled, coaxing her.

"Then can I ask you something?" She seemed a bit shy.

I raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

"Can you only look at me from now on? I get jealous when you look at other beautiful women."

I raised an eyebrow: "Anywhere?"

My face suddenly turned red, and I nodded: "... Yes."

I showed a mischievous smile: "Then..."

She turned as red as a cooked shrimp: "That's okay too!"

I burst out laughing.

-The End