Mr. CEO's Young Mistress
Chapter 42: Slapped by Leonard!

Sharon frowned. She stayed in the car for another two minutes before reluctantly getting out. She walked as slowly as she could towards the lift that was specifically for the CEO. At the CEO's office on the sixty-fifth floor of the Lefebvre Group building.

Sharon stood in front of the door with her head down. She put her hands behind her back and gently nudged the floor with one foot, hesitating to open the door.

"Miss Andre?" A confused male voice rang out.

...

Sharon stilled and looked up to see Tim Hall standing beside her.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not know how long he had been standing there.

Tim confirmed it was Sharon when he saw her face clearly.

Tim looked at the closed door, and back at Sharon, puzzled. "Aren't you going in?"

"I never said I wasn't," Sharon mumbled.

"Then..." Tim stared at Sharon in confusion.

She had been standing there for a few minutes, so of course it seemed to him as if she was unwilling to enter.

...

Sharon looked at him. "Are you looking for Master Leonard?"

"Yes, I have something to report to him," Tim replied.

Sharon nodded and stepped aside. "Then you can go on in."

Tim looked at her. "What about you?"

Sharon frowned. "I'm coming, too. But you can go in first."

The corners of Tim's mouth twitched at how strange she was acting today.

"Then, shall I knock?" Tim asked.

"Mm-hmm." Sharon nodded her head imperceptibly.

Tim knocked on the door and a deep voice rung out.

"Come in."

Sharon clasped her hands together behind her back nervously.

Tim spared her another glance before pushing the doors open.

Sharon hung her head and took a deep breath, but still did not enter the office.

Tim wrinkled his nose and walked straight into the office.

A man was sitting at the desk, his face stern and his eyes cold as he stared at the computed screen, typing noisily on the keyboard.

Seeing that Leonard did not even bother to look at him, he turned around to look at Sharon again, who was hiding awkwardly behind the door, before turning back. "S-Sir, the partner representative from Canada has arrived. We've arranged for them to stay in the Imperial Hotel. May I know when you plan to meet with them?"

Leonard still did not raise his head. "What are you standing there for? Are you a watchdog?" he snapped.

Tim and Sharon jumped.

Tim raised an eyebrow, impressed. "Did he smell her or something? How did he know she was there without even looking?"

Sharon pursed her lips and unclasped her hands. She slowly inched her way into the office and sat on the sofa.

"Later, if they are willing to stay in the hotel to rest, then so be it. If not, let someone show them around. Arrange for a banquet at the hotel tonight. I'll meet them then." Leonard said impassively, his face hard.

"Yes, Sir." Tim remarked.

Leonard pressed his lips together and said nothing else.

Tim waited for a few more moments. Certain that Leonard had no more orders, he turned around to leave, not forgetting to close the doors.

The moment the doors clicked shut, Leonard also stopped typing.

At the silence, Sharon lifted her head up curiously to look at the man sitting behind the desk.

Leonard's gaze had left the computer screen and their eyes met.

At first glance, Leonard's deep eyes seemed like the endless ocean, and no one could predict when turbulent waves would arise. Sharon subconsciously picked at her index finger with her thumb as panic suddenly surged through her, and she quickly averted her eyes. Leonard watched her, his eyes darkening.

He said nothing. Instead, he leaned back into his chair and placed his hands on the table, tapping the surface softly with a finger.

Sharon kept her head down but could still feel Leonard's eyes burning holes into her.

She felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over her heart.

In the end, Sharon succumbed to his pressuring gaze. She lifted her head and glared at him. "I'm still hungry!"

Frankly, Sharon's attempt at hiding her panic was rather clumsy.

Leonard frowned and looked at Sharon silently. After a few seconds, he picked up the desk phone and called Tim with the interphone system. "Buy some food that Sharon likes," he ordered. Without waiting for a reply, Leonard hung up the phone.

Sharon's face turned red, and embarrassment crept into her eyes.

Leonard narrowed his eyes at her, stood up, and made his way towards her.

Sharon's heart started pounding faster, her breathing becoming heavier.

Leonard walked over to her, bent down, and caged her against the sofa with his arms on both sides.

Sharon felt his warm breath on her face and shrank back into the sofa. Her body was trembling slightly as she watched him with fearful eyes.

"Are you angry at me because you didn't get to eat your fill, or because I interrupted your meal with him?" Leonard asked icily through gritted teeth. He looked as if he was about to devour her. Sharon was so afraid that her brain had turned to mush, so she took no notice when he said 'him'.

"M-Master Leonard, p-please stop..." Sharon's small voice trembled as she pushed against him helplessly.

"Stop what? Stop touching you? Stop caring who you go out with? Or... stop loving you?" Leonard asked in a quiet voice.

His eyes flashed with a vicious glint when he thought of who she went out with.

However, Sharon's attention was drawn to the last part.

"He said... to stop loving me..." Sharon whispered in her head, her eyes widening in terror.

Her chest tightened as she called out shakily, "Master Leonard-"

As soon as the words left her lips, a pair of warm lips captured hers.

Sharon gasped and reached out to shove him, but he easily seized her arms with one hand. He raised her arms up and pinned them onto the sofa.

Sharon was red as a tomato and beads of sweat were rolling off her forehead, her hair sticking onto her face.

"Sharon, you better stay away from other men, or I might go crazy. I assure you, it's not something you can take." Leonard threatened dangerously, his voice low as he stared into her eyes.

A lone tear escaped Sharon's eye and trickled down her face.

Sharon let out a broken hic as she stared at Leonard with pitiful, reddened eyes.

Sharon could not stop her tears. She felt wronged, scared, and confused.

After another thirty minutes, Tim entered the office holding a large bag of food. He saw Sharon sitting on the sofa, wearing a man's down jacket, fast asleep.

"Sir..." Tim raised the bag of food quizzically.

Leonard, who was sitting at the desk, looked at him and muttered, "Leave it on the table."

Tim nodded, walked over to the coffee table, and placed the bag on top of it.

When he turned to leave, he saw Sharon out of the corner of his eye. He raised an eyebrow when he caught a glimpse of her swollen eyes that still held some tears. "Did she cry?" he wondered. Unable to contain his curiosity, he turned to look at her.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it wasn't only her eyes that were swollen, but so were her lips.

Tim's heart skipped a beat. He wondered if she had been kissed or slapped.

He was sure that her lips had been fine when she arrived just now.

Tim gulped and glanced at Leonard.

Leonard was terrifying when he made his move. Just look at Sharon's lips!

At first, Tim thought Leonard must have kissed Sharon. But after taking another look at Leonard's stern face, he quickly waved off the possibility.

The only other explanation left was Leonard must have slapped her!