Chapter 214 Mr. Northwood Ordered This Meal
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Lucian licked his lips, his raised hand resting on Calista’s waist, though it was just a soft touch with a
slight gap in between.
The topmost button on his collar was tricky to undo. Callsta was completely focused on helping him
unbutton it, unaware of his actions.
She didn’t even notice their shadow on the ground nearly overlapping
As Calista’s fingers moved downward, his shirt was mostly unbuttoned, exposing his chest to the cold
morning air.
Lucian swallowed hard, and though he tried to suppress it, his heavy breathing still betrayed his thoughts.
Especially when Calista reached the button near his lower abdomen, Calista couldn’t help but notice his
reaction, as it grazed against her fingers.
Even though there were two layers of pants between them, Calista still felt his burning warmth.
Her face instantly turned beet red, as if she had touched something scalding.
She suddenly withdrew, saying, “You do it yourself.”
The buttons were already undone, and there wasn’t much more she could help with.
Lucian watched as she avoided him. His bulge grew larger as he struggled to remove his pants with one
hand.
Calista lay on the bed. She had taken a shower before going to the police station, but after going out, she
still wanted to freshen up out of habit.
However, the apartment had only one bathroom, and it was currently occupied by Lucian. She didn’t want to go there again later, not knowing what weird things he might be doing.
So she closed her eyes, preparing to sleep. Her eyelids had just shut when she abruptly opened them again. She realized she didn’t have a change of clothes for Lucian.
While he wasn’t exactly obsessed with cleanliness, he wouldn’t wear dirty clothes after showering.
especially ones stained with blood.
The bath towel was also in her room, and she hadn’t brought it back after using it to dry her hair earlier.
Would he come out naked later? As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she heard Lucian calling her
from the bathroom.
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Calista got up reluctantly, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked.
“What’s up?”
Lucian’s voice was hoarse and deep.
“I don’t have spare clothes.”
Calista leaned against the wall, her response casual.
“Neither do I. I only have a red camisole V–neck nightgown. If you’re unwilling to make do, you can wear
your previous clothes and change later.”
Lucian was speechless. The silence persisted for a few seconds, and the sound of water from inside also
ceased.
The surroundings became eerily quiet, as if time had stopped, along with her mention of the “red.
nightgown.”
Just when Calista thought he was about to compromise, the door opened. Before Calista could think
about it, her hand was firmly against the door.
“Have you put on clothes?”
She could feel Lucian trying to open the door. She was fooling herself. He could easily push the door
open if he had exerted a little force.
Lucian replied shamelessly, ‘I don’t have any clothes.”
Calista was almost infuriated by his audacity.
“Stay inside, I’ll get something for you.”
“I don’t want the red nightgown,” Lucian replied.
Gritting her teeth, Calista hurried into the room.
“I don’t have a red nightgown.”
She had fetched a bath towel for Lucian, but apparently, he disliked the red nightgown and her damp
towel.
After much convincing, he reluctantly abandoned the idea of going out naked and wrapped himself in the
bath towel.
However, he wrapped himself carelessly, and the towel hung loosely around his waist, revealing his
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As he moved, the towel seemed close to falling off, and Calista felt like it would drop any second.
Initially, she wanted to urge him to put on some clothes and leave, but when they reached the living room,
she realized that he had already thrown his dirty clothes into the trash can.
How could the dignified and elegant Mr. Northwood possibly stoop to rummage through the trash to put
on clothes?
So Calista forgot the idea of making him wear dirty clothes. She didn’t want to waste her breath.
“Call David and ask him to bring you some clothes.”
This time, Lucian didn’t refuse. Even if he were acting out, he wouldn’t parade around Calista in his birthday suit.
“I’m tired. I’ll call when I wake up.”
He wasn’t some kind of exhibitionist.
Calista didn’t bother arguing further. After all, she had to go to work and wouldn’t see him anyway. It was
fine as long as he had left by the time she returned.
She turned and went back to her room to change. Lucian was the boss, and no one would dare to say
anything even if he played hooky. But she couldn’t afford to do that.
Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Despite all the turmoil last night, the car accident, and the kidnapping.
she still had to go to work.
she w
Lucian frowned, seeing her change into her work clothes.
“What’s the matter, don’t want to see me? Can’t even stay in your own home?”
Calista bent down to put on her shoes at the entrance and replied, “With such a vivid imagination, why
don’t you become a screenwriter?”
“Does being a screenwriter pay more than being a CEO?” he retorted.
She didn’t want to engage in further conversation and opened the door to leave.
Lucian narrowed his eyes, and his voice softened, “You didn’t sleep last night, and now you’re not staying home to rest. Are you tired of living, or do you feel so healthy that you want to spend a few days in the.
hospital ICU?”
Only he would curse her so early in the morning! Calista pointed to her watch as if talking to a fool.
Today is Wednesday. I have to go to work.”
Lucian pursed his lips, and his stern tone eased up a bit.
“Take a day off.”
“I don’t earn as much as the CEO, and not going to work means no money to pay my bills.”
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Calista relied on coffee to survive the entire day. Her head throbbed as if they were about to explode, and
she dared not move around.
After leaving the museum, she hurriedly rushed to the Baker Group. Paul, who had been on a business trip out of town, had just returned to the office today.
“Let’s have dinner first, and we’ll meet in an hour.”
The secretary had ordered takeout, and just as Calista was about to pick them up, a waiter in a five–star hotel uniform pushed a food cart inside.
“Hello, I’m looking for Miss Calista.”
Calista replied, “That’s me.”
“Mr. Northwood ordered this meal. Could you please sign for it?”
The delivery person handed her a receipt while two other walters swiftly set up a makeshift dining table and placed the dishes on it. Calista pushed the receipt back.
“I refuse to accept it. Please take it back. Tell him not to order again. We have takeout in our company,
and I won’t eat anything he ordered.”
It would be incredibly awkward for the entire department to see her eating steak while they had takeout.
As he spoke from behind the waiters, Lucian suddenly walked out, “I ordered this for myself. I can’t use my hands or eat alone, so I have to trouble you.
