Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

In the following days, Abraham Redington and Molly Wellington continued to go to work together every day and leave work together every evening.

Sometimes they dined out, other times they cooked together at home. After dinner, Abraham Redington would work, while Molly Wellington watched television.

When it was time to sleep, sometimes she would be left in the guest room by Abraham Redington, and sometimes Abraham Redington would sleep in her bedroom.

These days were warm and sweet, just like any couple in love.

On this day, it’s been over two weeks since Abraham Redington took over the company, and everything inside the Royal Palace was running smoothly.

To reward those colleagues who frequently worked overtime during this period and worked hard, Abraham Redington decided to book a high-end Western Restaurant near the company to treat all senior executives and top-floor colleagues.

The BOSS is hosting, so naturally, the place is both expensive and excellent.

Upon hearing the news, everyone was very excited. The male colleagues were thinking of impressing Redington Young Master, while the female colleagues were dressing up beautifully, even though they had seen Redington Young Master and Secretary Wellington entering and exiting together several times, and their relationship was the talk of the company.

But everyone believed that as long as Redington Young Master didn’t make it public for one day, their relationship wouldn’t count as official on the surface for that day.

This means other female colleagues in the company still have a chance.

The restaurant was exclusively booked by Abraham Redington, and when everyone arrived, apart from the directors of the various departments accompanying Abraham Redington at the same table, most were seated according to their department.

The Western Restaurant joined the tables into several long tables, and Molly Wellington, being a top-floor secretary, naturally sat at Abraham Redington’s table.

But at the moment Abraham Redington was surrounded by senior executives, so she picked a spot near the end of the table to sit with other assistants and secretaries.

In doing so, Abraham Redington sat at the head of the table, while Molly Wellington was at the tail end, quite a distance away.

Molly Wellington didn’t mind arrangements like this.

Public is public, private is private; she’s always distinguished them clearly.

But Molly Wellington not minding doesn’t mean Abraham Redington doesn’t mind.

When Abraham Redington failed to spot Molly Wellington after scanning around, and finally located her at the corner of the table.

Turning back, he saw a female subordinate smiling seductively at him, Abraham Redington’s sharp and icy brows knitted in displeasure.

"Secretary Wellington." Abraham Redington suddenly spoke, his tone cold.

The surrounding people, amidst the bustling compliments, had their lively sounds broken by Abraham Redington’s deep and chilly tone, creating sudden awkwardness.

Anyone could hear that Redington Young Master was in a bad mood, not to mention the cold, deep look he gave Secretary Wellington.

Everyone speculated whether Secretary Wellington accidentally made a mistake and provoked Redington Young Master, and they all fell silent, looking towards Molly Wellington.

Under everyone’s gaze, Molly Wellington stood up confused: "President Redington, you asked for me?"

"Sit over here." Abraham Redington hooked his slender index finger, his chin pointed slightly to a position beside him.

Abraham Redington never uses such flirtatious gestures when speaking to his female subordinates.

Watching him beckon to Molly Wellington, with his distinct, elongated fingers moving slightly, the other female colleagues on site all felt a flutter in their hearts.

Molly Wellington: "..."

Abraham Redington really doesn’t tease often; when he does, it’s breathtaking.

Molly Wellington’s cheeks turned red instantly, and in front of so many people, she couldn’t refuse, so she obediently walked over and sat beside Abraham Redington.

The seat to Abraham Redington’s left was occupied by Ray Mckinley, with him there, nobody else dared to grab the spot.

And the seat to his right had been fiercely occupied by a senior executive from the PR department.

Now, as Molly Wellington went over, the female executive could only give up her seat.

Unwillingly, she moved aside a bit, relinquishing the place next to Abraham Redington.

After Molly Wellington sat down, she felt a mix of gossip and hostile gazes from all directions, feeling like sitting on pins and needles.

Abraham Redington...really knows how to attract animosity for her.

"Eat a little more."

"Here, this is for you..."

"Let me cut it."

"Eat it."

With delicacies being served one after another, sitting next to Molly Wellington, Abraham Redington continued to serve her as if no one else was present.

He cut her steak, and even helped her with the Boston lobster, placing it on her plate.

Even more excessively, a dish of tiger shrimp was served later, and Abraham Redington personally shelled it, placing the peeled shrimp in front of Molly Wellington.

Everyone was initially watching for gossip, but as time went on, they were already captivated.

Is this still the rumored cold, serious Redington Young Master who avoided women?

Occasionally holding hands with Secretary Wellington was one thing, but now he was directly serving her!

[Beyond 1200 words: Update complete for October 9th, see you tomorrow night~]