Fall into CEO’s Love Trap

Cecilia Glendon just came out to get something and then heard Steven Glendon’s words, and suddenly her face sank.

When Steven Glendon looked up at the sound of voices, he saw Cecilia Glendon standing in the kitchen doorway with a grim face, apparently, their words were heard by Cecilia Glendon.

Steven Glendon didn’t explain anything, just put the things in his hands, then got up from the couch and went straight back to his room.

“What are you angry about?” Abbott Benson said, looking back at her.

“I …” Cecilia Glendon opened her mouth to speak, but found herself at a loss for words.

She knew Steven Glendon was fighting for her to say that, but Abbott Benson was Steven Glendon’s father, and he shouldn’t have spoken to Abbott Benson in that tone.

Cecilia Glendon sinks a breath and turns her head back to the kitchen, where she closes the door behind her, trying to block out everything outside.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

But a short time later, the kitchen door was thrown open and she turned around to see Abbott Benson walk in.

“What are you doing in here with all the grease and smoke?” Cecilia Glendon said indifferently.

“He’s just a kid.” Abbott Benson didn’t walk in, just stood by the door, leaning slightly, leaning against the doorframe, arms over his chest, and whispering.

“I know.” Cecilia Glendon turned her back on Abbott Benson without turning around, some regret in her tone.

She knew that Steven Glendon was just a child, perhaps because Steven Glendon had given her the impression of knowing too much before, so she felt that words like that should not come out of his mouth, but ignored the fact that he was a child himself.

“Go apologize to him.” Abbott Benson said.

“Later.” Cecilia Glendon took a deep breath, “Make dinner first.”

“Now.” Abbott Benson stepped forward and took Cecilia Glendon’s wrist, forcing her movements to a halt.

Cecilia Glendon frowned at him, only to find a serious expression floating on his face.

She thought she was mistaken, but after blinking, the expression on Abbott Benson’s face remained unchanged.

In his heart, he also cares about Steven Glendon, right?

Cecilia Glendon is a little unsure.

“Okay.” In the end, Cecilia Glendon just had to put her hands down and compromise, “I’ll go now.”

“Leave it to me here.” Abbott Benson said.

“Hmm.”

Cecilia Glendon took the bib off and set it aside, then left the kitchen.

The door to Steven Glendon’s room was closed. Cecilia Glendon held the handle and tried it, and it wasn’t unlocked.

“Steven,” Cecilia Glendon raised her hand and knocked on the door, “I’m coming in?”

There was no movement inside, as if she hadn’t heard Cecilia Glendon’s words.

But Cecilia Glendon knew he was angry with himself and didn’t want to talk to anyone.

Cecilia Glendon pushed the door open. There was no light on inside the room, only a small book lamp glowing faintly at the desk.

And Steven Glendon is sitting at the table, the computer is not on, just sitting like that, the small figure with his back to her, in the dim light, let people do not feel some heartache.

Cecilia Glendon closed the door behind her, walked behind Steven Glendon and sat down at the foot of the bed: “Steven, it was mommy’s fault just now, mommy shouldn’t have been mad at you, I’m sorry.”

Steven Glendon also drops his head and looks like he doesn’t want to pay attention to Cecilia Glendon.

“Does Mom still like him?” After a moment, Steven Glendon’s faintly husky voice rang out with a few dulcet tones.

Cecilia Glendon froze for a moment at his question, “What did you say?”

“Mom still likes him, right.” This time it wasn’t a question, but a yes.

Before Cecilia Glendon could respond, Steven Glendon looked up again, his delicate little face full of gloom: “I don’t understand, after all the things he’s done to hurt you, why do you still like him?”

The question asked Cecilia Glendon’s heart slightly shocked, still like Abbott Benson?

Maybe so. … If you don’t like it, how come you asked him so impulsively before if he wanted to come back for dinner.

Even afraid Steven Glendon counted all those men who had pursued her before to Abbott Benson.

But like this thing, where there is a why.

Like is like, love is love, there is never any reason.

“When you have a girl you like later, you will understand.” Cecilia Glendon didn’t know how to explain to Steven Glendon that those so-called love affairs were not acceptable for Steven Glendon’s age.

“No, I wouldn’t understand.” Steven Glendon shook his head.

“Steven …”

“I don’t like him.” Steven Glendon intended Cecilia Glendon’s words, a pair of bright and shining eyes looked at Cecilia Glendon, and said word by word, “Even if he is my father, I don’t like him.”

Cecilia Glendon is the closest person in the world to Steven Glendon, and the only family he has.

Even if Abbott Benson is his father, he will not forgive him for what he did to hurt Cecilia Glendon in the first place.

But that’s fine, Abbott Benson doesn’t like him anyway, does he?

“You will change this idea later.” Cecilia Glendon although want to reverse Steven Glendon heart on Abbott Benson prejudice, but she also understand Steven Glendon nature like her, the bones are stubborn, now to tell him all this is useless, maybe even make him more hate Abbott Benson.

“Absolutely not.” Steven Glendon said through clenched teeth.

“You play by yourself, I have to go cook.” Cecilia Glendon didn’t argue with him, just stroked his head before getting up and walking away.

She went to the door and was about to open it and go out when she heard Steven Glendon ask her again, “Is Mom going to be disappointed in me if I say this?”

Cecilia Glendon turns her head, “Why do you ask?”

“In your heart, you still want me to like him, don’t you?” In the twilight, Steven Glendon’s eyes were a little dull.

“It’s your choice whether you like it or not, and I’m not going to force you.” Cecilia Glendon said.

Steven Glendon fell silent.

Cecilia Glendon waited for a moment, seeing that he was not about to speak again, before opening the door and walking out.

When Cecilia Glendon’s footsteps faded away, Steven Glendon turned back and continued to sit in front of the table, thinking about his own business.

When Cecilia Glendon reappeared in the kitchen, Abbott Benson stopped moving in his hands and asked her, “Ready?”

“Hmm?” Cecilia Glendon looked up at him before she responded to what he was asking, “Pretty much. He’s got that temper, he’ll be fine when he gets up in the morning.”

“Looks like I shouldn’t have come today.” Abbott Benson said slightly self-deprecatingly.

“It’s none of your business.” Cecilia Glendon waved her hand, “He was spoiled by me.”

“Okay, you go out, I’ll get the rest.”

Cecilia Glendon seemed to be not wanting to say anything more on the matter as she stepped forward to take the work from Abbott Benson’s hands and shooed him aside.

But Abbott Benson didn’t go out either, just stood in the kitchen and watched her.

Such scenes gradually overlapped with the memories inside Abbott Benson’s head, and he had the feeling that it was still five years ago, and he and Cecilia Glendon, as before, had never been apart.

“How have you been doing all these years abroad?”

Abbott Benson’s voice suddenly sounded behind Cecilia Glendon, and Cecilia Glendon’s hand trembled as the knife almost cut her finger.

THE END