What Were You Looking At
Maurice was wearing but a thin shirt, his coat draped over one arm.
The scorching sunlight illuminated his chiseled outline, and Eliana found herself staring at his delicate
eyebrows and cold eyes.
When he was serious and silent, he gave out a sense of ruthlessness, which was enough to make
people forget how to breathe.
But at this moment, as he lowered his eyes and looked at Eliana, his domineering aura almost
disappeared, replaced with something that almost looked affectionate.
To Eliana’s surprise, she realized his gaze was as attractive as Preston’s.
"Eliana," he said coldly, snapping her back to reality.
She immediately glanced away sheepishly.
What the heck was wrong with her? Why did she always relate Maurice with Preston? "Mr.Moran," she
greeted him stiffly.
Maurice glanced at her and then at the vast golf court before them.
"Do you have any objection to the new company rules?"
After a slight pause, Eliana looked up and asked tentatively, "Mr.Moran, did you make this new rule
specifically for me?"
The man didn’t even bother to look at her.
He simply brushed past her and said coldly, "You can leave if you don’t like it."
The coldness in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.She looked at him from the corner of her eye,
sizing him up carefully: Her CEO was so cruel.
Whack! A golf ball arched through the air and landed in the distance.
Eliana had just picked up one ball and now had to run after another ball.
She was so tired from running around that she was out of breath
"Don’t you think you’re being a bit harsh?" Wyatt asked passively, feeling sorry for the woman who was
chasing after the golf b***s.
Maurice’s expression darkened and the corners of his mouth tightened.
"She’s spying for my uncle.It shouldn’t be a big deal for her to pick up a few b***s."
"But she… She doesn’t look like a spy at all."
Smiling faintly, Wyatt fixed his eyes on the sweating Eliana in the distance.Her hair was wet with sweat,
but she didn’t look disheveled.She almost looked like an athletic goddess.Her slightly parted red lips,
her breathless panting, and her heaving chest all drew his attention.
Whoosh! A gust of wind suddenly blew straight at his face.
Wyatt subconsciously took a step back.
When he realized that Maurice had swung the golf club at him, he showed an aggrieved expression.
"What did you do that for?" he demanded.
"What were you looking at?"
Displeasure flashed in Maurice’s eyes, like a knife piercing through Wyatt’s face.
"You may see her face, but not her mind.Has your ability to see through people degenerated to the
same level as your golf skill?"
Shooting Maurice an impatient look, Wyatt picked up his golf club and stepped forward.
"All right, all right.I just glanced at her, okay? No need to get so violent."
While the two of them fought, Eliana finally had the chance to rest.
But her respite didn’t last long.
Soon, golf b***s started flying out again.
The scorching hot sun beat on Eliana’s back as she ran back and forth after flying golf b***s.
After a while, she started to feel dehydrated and dizzy.
All of a sudden, the automatic sprinklers on the lawn went on, spurting water at her out of the blue.She
took a step back and immediately lost her footing.She slipped and fell, twisting her ankle.She shrieked
as a piercing pain shot up from her leg.
It took her quite a while to recover.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled herself to her feet and limped back to the tee area, the golf ball in hand.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
Wyatt jogged up to her.
When he got close to her, he blushed slightly.
Eliana’s clothes were soaked.
The translucent fabric clung to her curvaceous figure, revealing her plump b*****s and thin waist.
At the sight of these, Wyatt’s throat immediately went dry.
Eliana didn’t seem to notice his hungry gaze and she smiled at him politely.
"I’m fine, thank you."
Frowning deeply, Maurice put his big palm on Wyatt’s head and twisted it to the side, forcing him to
look away from Eliana.
Then he looked into the woman’s reproachful eyes.
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