Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 The Moths

Beatrice gave him a textbook-perfect smile. "Of course not."

Killian quickly followed suit. "No objections from me either."

Not like their opinions mattered anyway.

Damian always did whatever he pleased.

Damian studied Beatrice's overly polite, obviously fake smile for a second too long, before finally waving a dismissive hand.

"You can both leave."

As they turned toward the door, Damian's voice stopped them again.

"We're working overtime tonight. Killian, order dinner. Ms. Lawson, bring your laptop to my office afterward."

Beatrice and Killian exchanged a weary look.

Is there really no end to this exhausting day?

Hopefully Dylan hadn't left yet—they needed to borrow some aspirin, or maybe a defibrillator.

Once they were outside, Killian quietly warned her, "Just a heads-up—knowing his overtime habits, we won't get out of here before midnight."

"I'm fine with overtime," Beatrice said lightly.

She didn't mind overtime at all. What she minded was overtime with him.

She rubbed her temples and, driven by stress, drank yet another cup of coffee—which immediately made her stomach regret it.

By the time the city lights came alive, glittering like jewels against the night sky, their dinner arrived.

Killian set the meal down in the break room just outside Damian's office.

Damian strictly forbade food inside his workspace. Anyone daring to drop crumbs or spill drinks would be lucky to survive his murderous stare.

"Call Ms. Lawson out to eat," Damian instructed casually.

"Okay, I'll get her."

Killian headed to Beatrice's office and knocked on the door.

She grimaced slightly. "Actually... I'm on a diet."

Killian gave her a knowing look. Eating with the boss was about as comfortable as dining with a strictest professor, but he insisted gently, "Just have a little. He'll ask questions otherwise."

In the lounge area, the three of them sat quietly at the table.

Beatrice poked halfheartedly at her food.

The coffee had killed her appetite, and now the food felt impossible to swallow.

Damian glanced at her untouched food. "No appetite today?"

"Just a little off," Beatrice lied. "Probably because I had some cookies earlier." To prove her point, she forced herself to take a big bite of food.

Forcing food down was a terrible idea.

Her stomach twisted into painful knots, making her wonder why she even bothered eating in the first place.

Annoyed at herself for catering to his question, she placed her utensils down.

"I'm full. Enjoy your meal."

She stood and quickly headed back to her office.

Damian set down his utensils as well, his mood noticeably darker.

He shot a chilly look at Killian, who was happily devouring his food. "Enjoying it?"

"It's pretty good..." Killian trailed off, noticing Damian's icy tone and hurriedly changed course. "You said you liked this place last time, so I ordered again."

"Don't order from them anymore," Damian said sharply. "Put them on the blacklist."

Killian watched in confusion as Damian stood and walked away.

He shrugged and took another bite.

Tasted fine to him.

Beatrice returned to her office and drank some water, hoping it would ease the discomfort.

It didn't.

In fact, it made everything worse.

He was finally coming to his senses.

Great...

Thank you, Ms. Whitmore.

She felt relieved now. Damian wasn't the jerk she'd assumed he was. He understood boundaries, after all, and he wasn't trying to have it both ways.

She quietly let out a sigh, noticing the document in her hand was wrinkled from gripping it too hard.

She tried to smooth out the creases, but they wouldn't disappear.

Whatever.

She turned the page and ignored it.

At exactly midnight, Damian declared they could go home.

Beatrice gathered the remaining documents and carried them back to her office, lingering there briefly before finally leaving the building and heading home.

After taking a bath, she tried to sleep, but her stomach refused to cooperate, the discomfort still gnawing at her.

Tossing and turning didn't help. She considered forcing herself to throw up, but it didn't work either.

When she checked her medicine cabinet for digestive tablets, she found none.

Frustrated, she got dressed and headed out, determined to find an open pharmacy.

But at 1 AM, nothing was open.

Beatrice finally pulled over on the side of the road, feeling even more dejected than before.

Leaning forward, she rested her forehead against the steering wheel, staring outside. Beneath the streetlights, tiny bugs circled wildly around the glow, moths blindly rushing toward their deaths.

"So stupid..." she muttered softly, watching them hopelessly chasing that deadly flame.

At a street corner just behind her, a silver car was parked quietly in the shadows.

Inside, Damian gazed out the window with a deep frown.

Ethan yawned from the driver's seat, breaking the silence. "Mr. Crowley, how much longer are we gonna follow her? Why don't you just go talk to her?"