Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Late-Night Snack

The instant Beatrice caught Camden's words about treating everyone to a late-night snack, an alarm bell started ringing like crazy in her mind.

Upon seeing him peek at someone, she became even more certain of her suspicion.

Damian absolutely couldn't go for the late-night snack!

Beatrice walked towards him.

Despite her inner tension, she outwardly projected an air of dignity and composure.

She said, "Mr. Crowley, your nutritionist has strictly ordered that you mustn't eat anything after 9:30 p.m. Let's skip this late-night snack, shall we?"

Damian's deep eyes were extremely tender. "I'll listen to you."

Camden's face darkened. "Ms. Lawson, you seem a bit meddlesome, don't you?"

Beatrice plastered on her most professional smile. "Oh, Mr. Steele, I wish I had that kind of influence. I'm just following Mrs. Crowley's orders—she's the one who hired this super strict nutritionist. They track everything down to the last bite, and there's no wiggle room.

" Trust me, I'm just doing my job here, and it's not exactly easy being caught in the middle."

Camden snorted coldly, "You're using Mrs. Maria Crowley to intimidate me."

Beatrice replied, "I wouldn't dare."

"So if Mrs. Crowley says it's okay, Damian can join us?"

Camden made a show of pulling out his phone.

He knew she was bluffing. A nutritionist? Mrs. Crowley's personal health supervisor? Please. The lies were getting ridiculous.

He'd meant to call her bluff, sure that Damian—who always seemed to spoil her—would step in and agree to come along.

Instead, they both just stood there, calm as could be, waiting for him to make the call.

Camden had to keep searching for the phone number.

Beatrice raised her eyebrows.

Camden wouldn't dare make that call.

What mother wouldn't lose it if some playboy called at this hour asking to take her son out for late-night food?

Maria would probably drive over right now just to give Camden a piece of her mind.

That's exactly why Beatrice had mentioned her instead of David.

A father might worry about business relationships, but a mother? She would first tear apart anyone who messed with her kid.

Camden's expression grew increasingly awkward.

He cleared his throat. "Well, it's just a late-night snack. It's not a big deal. I won't disturb Mrs. Maria Crowley. How about this? You can just go and have a little bit. With so many people here, don't make me lose face."

Damian grinned and glanced at Beatrice. "Can I go?"

It was startling to see him like this. Usually, he was all ice—cold eyes and colder smiles, never letting his guard down. Such a waste of those gorgeous eyes.

But right now? That icy facade had melted away, replaced by something softer, warmer.

Beatrice met his gaze and almost lost herself in it.

She pinched her palm hard to gather her wits and then shook her head firmly. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Sorry, man. You heard her—she's a total drill sergeant. If I break her rules, she'll have my head when we get back," Damian said with an exaggerated pout.

His performance was so over-the-top it was almost comical.

Even though Beatrice knew he was faking, she wanted to crawl under a rock.

Stop it!

Mr. Crowley, you're laying it on way too thick!

Keep this up and people are definitely going to get the wrong idea about us!

Camden flew into a rage.

He gritted his teeth and urged impatiently, "You can just go and sit there without eating. Is that okay? I've made concessions again and again. Ms. Lawson, if you say no again, I'll really get angry."

Upon hearing this, Beatrice couldn't turn him down on Damian's behalf anymore.

The resort was a joint venture between their families. But as just a secretary, she had no business getting involved in their drama. If things went south, she'd be the one paying the price.

She fixed her eyes on Damian.

"Look at Camden—he's about to cry," Damian smirked. "Fine, I'll join them for a bit."

Camden thought that Damian really got the upper hand in every sentence.

Beatrice nodded obediently. "Okay."

She stepped aside.

She couldn't tell whether it was just her imagination, but Damian seemed to be in a really good mood.

Beatrice breathed out a sigh of relief.

Just then, she noticed the beautiful woman seated beside Chloe rise and walk out of the dining room.

As she passed by Beatrice, a whiff of cherry liqueur drifted by...

The beautiful woman didn't come back even after the late-night snack was over.

Damian got up and said goodbye.

Camden saw him off at the entrance.

The others followed closely behind.

Standing at the entrance, Beatrice peered outside. Her sharp eyes caught sight of the beautiful woman who'd left earlier. She was staggering along a path, a bottle of water in hand.

Had she run away because she couldn't handle failing Camden's assignment?

Beatrice withdrew her gaze.

Damian returned to the villa with her.

As soon as they entered, Beatrice was desperate to get hold of some water.

She'd been standing there the entire night, fully focused, without even a single sip of water. She was almost dying of thirst.

"I'm hungry. Get me something to eat."

Damian's voice rang out.

Beatrice was speechless.

Doesn't he claim to maintain a healthy lifestyle?

She set the nearly empty glass aside and made her way to check what was in the refrigerator.

Unfortunately, there were no ingredients.

Today, their dinner was all prepared and then delivered. No one had expected that Damien should feel inclined to cook for himself or to ask his secretary to make a meal for him.

There were only fruits in the refrigerator.

Beatrice washed some and brought them out.

Damian eyed the fruit plate with disapproval. "Getting a bit lazy, aren't we, Ms. Lawson?"