Entwined with the CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

'Oh my god! I'm late!' Madeleine thought as she sprinted to her destination in record time. However, no matter how fast or hard she ran, it could not obliterate that she was still late for almost fifteen minutes. She sighed in frustration before finally halting at the front of Descartes Company to compose her nerves before entering through the access.With that settled, she strode past everyone and went straight into the threshold, but suddenly she bumped into someone's chest, compelling herself to emit an undignified squeak."Oh my gosh! Why don't you watch where you're going, moron!" Madeleine clamored with utmost exasperation as she glanced up to see who she had run into. And then she saw a man— a bewitching man clad in a black professional suit with his arms crossed over his broad chest while looking at her with a very annoyed expression which did nothing to appease Madeleine's sentiment. He may be exquisite from the way of his outfit and his face; Madeleine was still upset for bu

"Don't look at me too long 'cause you're so beautiful. I'm afraid I forgot you were my assistant for a minute there." "You'll get used to it, Sir. You'll see me every day." There was a fervor moment between them after Madeleine said those words. It was apparent how they felt, how their eyes sealed and held each other until they conveyed their farewells. Just a few minutes when Madeleine vamoosed the room, leaving the CEO standing still, dumbstruck by the woman's beauty and just the thought of her gave a smile on his lips. And that was the first time a woman managed to bring him such feelings of attraction. He didn't know why but she left the most vivid impressions in his mind. MANY hours finally went out, and Madeleine decided to visit her best friend, Steffi. "Seriously, girl? The CEO of Descartes Company interviewed you?" Steffi was surprised that her best friend got to see the man— one of their town's most famous and affluent people. "Oh, please!" Madeleine chortled even more

"Her mother was currently admitted to a hospital with severe respiratory distress. Madeleine Nevia was her only daughter. Her husband died due to bone marrow cancer four years ago."Her heart stopped beating for a second before she quickly composed herself, but it turned into an overflowing confusion that rolled down her soul.She kept inquiring herself how did Mr. Harrington know about her mother? Is he stalking her?This means Mr. Harrington offered her a cheque because he knew of her mother's illness. While she was in the middle of contemplation, the door suddenly burst open, revealing Mr. Harrington holding two pieces of paper bags.She immediately composed herself and straightened herself as if everything was under control. Internally, she was dying to know the truth; how did he manage to know her personal life?There must be a reason behind that."What?" he asked her worriedly. "You look so glum.""Oh, nothing. Just a bit lost in thought," she said while giving him a warm smile

"I want you to come to my office after your session today. Would that be fine?"Madeleine was momentarily speechless, skeptical of what she should articulate next, until Mr. Ellison spoke again. "No pressure, Ms. Nevia. Just let me know if we can talk later or not.""Oh, of course, Sir. See you later," she answered confidently, smiling coerced."Perfect! Just go to the fourth floor, and the last room at the left corner is mine," he explicated as he hurled her a beam, leaving her without even bidding farewell. MANY hours went out until the night had fallen, Madeleine having already been on duty since morning, and Mr. Harrington still needed to show up because she wasn't certain if she could go home. After accomplishing all her duties with the utmost focus, she went out of the room and walked slowly toward the elevator. Her inquisitiveness was still whirling around in her brain while striding, but she temporarily pushed them aside. It had been three hours since Mr. Ellison made an appo

"If you'd like me to be specific, I've done much more intimate things to another woman, something that the average person could not even imagine. But that was just a part of my life that I don't treasure. 'Cause entertaining means nothing." TWO hours have gone by after their conversation, and Madeleine could not help but feel discomfited upon hearing his boss' utterances earlier. She'd been endeavoring to fetch her somnolence in hopes that everything was just a dream when she opened her eyes. The way he explained that he's not fond of any girls, including her, surprised her because that's frankly inconceivable. She thought her beauty could mesmerize him, but she was utterly wrong. She must stop assuming her charm could allure the billionaire; it's too impossible. Perhaps she was just a mucky trash who belonged to nothing but herself. She wanted to ask for further information regarding his profound identity; however, she knew very well that she was just a personal assistant with the