Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 1232

"Why are you always trying to get rid of me? Are you scared I'll do something?" Blake was sitting relaxed, with his legs crossed. "Don't worry, I'm a gentleman. I won't do anything to you without your consent."

Rosalie felt her blood pressure rising. "Isn't it rude for someone you don't know well to just show up at your house?"NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"But I'm not just a stranger. I'm your boss."

He had a point. He was related to Pearl, who had hired him as the vice president. So, technically, he was her boss.

"I'm not working right now, though."

Blake looked at his watch, clicked his tongue sound, and said, "It's 7:45 am now. Work starts in 45 minutes. Close enough, don't you think?"

Rosalie gave up. "What do I have to do for you to leave?"

"It's simple." Blake got up and came closer. "How about a kiss?" He leaned in.

That was it for Rosalie. She slapped him hard.

Blake was shocked. He never thought she'd actually slap him. He touched his cheek like he couldn't believe it. "You slapped me." He looked like he was about to cry. "Nobody has ever slapped me before. You're the first."

Rosalie hadn't meant to do it, but seeing his sad face, she felt guilty. "I didn't mean to. But you deserved it.

When Blake heard that, he looked even sadder. "That doesn't mean you should slap me."

Rosalie didn't know what else to do, so she just raised her chin. "Then hit me back."

"I could never do that." Blake seemed genuinely upset. "Even if you had hit me, I wouldn't do the same to you."

Somehow, seeing his sad expression amused Rosalie. But no, she couldn't possibly start liking him. She found him annoying. How could she have feelings for him?

"If you won't hit me back, what now?"

Blake suddenly smiled widely. "Let me think..." After a moment, he suggested, "How about you come stay at my place as an apology?"

Rosalie's eyes grew wide. "What?"

"I mean, you should come live with me to say sorry."

Rosalie immediately rejected the idea. "No way. I would never live in a stranger's home."

Blake pretended to be hurt again. "But you slapped me, and it still hurts. Shouldn't you take care of me?"

Now Rosalie was sure he was not only annoying but also shameless. "This is ridiculous."

"I know. I never said I was a good guy."

For Blake, being good didn't matter if it meant winning her over. He believed that if she lived with him, he would be able to...

"Alright, time for you to go." Rosalie took a deep breath and pointed at the door.