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Chapter 20

After they finished their meal and returned to the office, Zachary asked Yvonne, “Have you picked out a present for Jackson Miller as I asked you to?”

“No!”

“How about this? You don’t have to pick out the present anymore. I already got someone else to get it. I want you to deliver it to him!”

“You want me to deliver it to him?” Yvonne was shocked.

“Yes, you’ll deliver it as I told you to!” Zachary sounded sure of himself, and Yvonne felt that she had been making a big fuss out of nothing. Why would she not obey Zachary’s orders when she was his assistant?

Jackson had become a stranger to her for a long time now. All she had to do was pretend she was delivering a gift to a client, no big deal.

When Felix delivered the present he bought to Yvonne, she immediately set out to Jackson’s company.

The receptionist denied Yvonne access to Jackson’s office, stating that she needed to make an appointment before she could meet with the president. However, when Yvonne said she was delivering a gift on behalf of the president of the Centurion Group, the receptionist immediately made a phone call to pass the message.

A young and beautiful secretary appeared to escort Yvonne over to the president’s office. Jackson was making a phone call in his office, and he had not shut his door. He was very shocked to see Yvonne, who was brought in by the secretary.

He ended his call and stared at Yvonne. His burning gaze was focused on Yvonne that it almost melted her.

She could not understand why Jackson was staring at her that way and only felt uncomfortable with his gaze. She hated him so much, but she could not forget their five-year relationship overnight. To avert the awkwardness in the room, she cleared her throat and said respectfully, “Good day, President Miller. I am President Quimby’s assistant from the Centurion Group. I was assigned to deliver this engagement gift to you, President Miller. Please kindly accept!”

As she spoke, she placed the gift Felix had given her in front of Jackson. Jackson immediately jolted back to his senses from his initial shock.

She was Zachary Quimby’s assistant? That was odd! Why would Zachary ask her to deliver the gift? Was it his intention to send her over to disgust him because he knew of their previous relationship? Or was there another ulterior motive?

Despite his thoughts, he smiled and invited Yvonne to sit. “President Quimby didn’t need to go through the trouble. Please sit down, Assistant Yates. Pour Assistant Yates a cup of tea!”

“No need for the tea, President Miller. Please take a look at the gift so that I can return to report to him!”

Yvonne had a smile on her face, but there was no warmth in her eyes.

Looking at her apathetic expression, he remembered how she had used to smile shyly and run into his arms. Overwhelming emotions engulfed him as he opened the gift.

The smile on his face widened after opening the gift. “Did you choose this present?”

He lifted the present using his finger. Yvonne’s face turned bright red after looking at it. The gift in the box was a bra!

That b*stard Zachary Quimby. What a piece of work he was, picking something like this as an engagement gift and insisting that she delivers it. He was going to give her an aneurysm!

Jackson looked at her bright red face as he stood up slowly and walked over to her. He looked down at her and said, “Yvonne Yates, you’re very thoughtful, don’t you think?”

Yvonne felt embarrassed when she heard Jackson’s mocking tone. She was already here with no way of escaping. So she braced herself and said, “This is a token of appreciation from President Quimby. Wishing you a happy engagement and long-lasting marriage, President Miller!”

“Haha!” Jackson let out a cold laugh. His heart was stung with pain from her words. He had never expected that she would one day send him her wishes personally. It seemed that she had put everything behind her now. In that case, what reason was there for him to continue looking back? “Thank you. President Quimby! Ms. Yates, please do tell him that I love the gift he sent when you return and that I hope he can attend the reception as well!”

“Alright, I’ll let him know once I’m back. Since the present is delivered, I’ll be leaving now, Presiden Miller!” Yvonne did not want to spend another minute here.

However, Jackson did not seem willing to let her go. He reached out and stopped her. “Assistant Yates, since you’re already here, you might as well have a cup of tea with me before leaving!”

“Thank you, President Miller, but I have other matters to attend to!” Yvonne stood to leave as she spoke. However, Jackson reached out and blocked her way. He followed her as she backed away instinctively. He was just as dominating as ever, and Yvonne could hear her heart beating quickly.

She continued to back away. In every step she took backward, he took another step forward.

Soon, she had no place to go and couldn’t escape. Jackson had forced her into a corner. She leaned against the wall, said with a furious look on her face, “Miller, what do you want to do?”

“Nothing much. I only want to treat you to a cup of tea, Assistant Yates!”

“I don’t want to drink your stinking tea!” Yvonne said exasperatedly. She hated him so much, but she could not help herself from softening as he got closer to her.

“Is that so?” A smile appeared on Jackson’s face as he gazed at her still red face. He lifted his arm and reached out slowly to her.

The cold look in his eyes had vanished and was replaced with tenderness. In the past, it was this tenderness that had caused her to fall for him. In the process, she had lost her sense of self, and then everything else along with it.

Hatred brewed in Yvonne as she recalled the past. Her hands slowly curled into fists, and she was ready to throw a punch at Jackson’s infuriating face. Before she could raise her hand, the door opened. A gentle voice spoke out, “Jackson?”

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