A colleague walked into the office in a daze.
When she sat down at her easel, she almost slid off, and if she hadn't reacted in time, she would have given a performance of slipping off her chair in public right at the start of work.
Other colleagues noticed and asked concernedly, "Lillian, are you okay?"
"No, no... I'm fine..." Lillian Morrison was still in a daze.
Her mind was replaying the scene over and over.
A rare sports car, an extremely cool license plate, a well-dressed man sitting proudly in the driver's seat, with a face that was arrogant yet irresistible, but when he turned his head to look at Dakota, he was incredibly gentle.
He smiled, handing the bag to Dakota, while Dakota snatched it and got out of the car with a haughty air, acting like a spoiled lady.
The owner of the car only drove off after Dakota's figure disappeared from his view.
Lillian has already finished a 300,000-word sweet romance novel in her head.
This version adapts the cultural elements to a more American context, using familiar character archetypes like "bad boy" and "spoiled heiress."
No way!
Could this be the boyfriend of Dakota?
Her memory stopped there.
Roxy couldn't help but give Dakota a few extra glances, her gossiping instincts burning brightly, but she held her tongue.
However, Dakota is in a good mood today.
After being massaged by Curtis on her back yesterday, she didn't feel too uncomfortable standing to paint a mural today.
She hummed a tune happily.
Noticing that Lillian was looking at her, she turned back and asked, "What's up?"
Dakota reached out to touch her face, "Did I get paint on my face?"
Lillian: "..."
She blinked at Dakota.
She saw that the fair-skinned beauty, who had been clean and clear but not without a captivating charm, now had a touch of bright color on her face after touching it, though there hadn't actually been any paint there before.
"No, uh..."
Lillian responded instinctively, then changed her tone, "But you did after you touched it."
Dakota immediately got off the chair and put down her brush.
She always cared a lot about her appearance, so she quickly went to the restroom to fix her makeup.
But ultimately, she still couldn't keep Dakota under control.
She really wanted to scream and share the news with her colleagues, but considering that it involved Dakota's privacy, she had to keep the secret deep inside her heart.
But I can't help shipping them!
Damn.
So, is he a suitor or the boyfriend? Either way, they look so cute together!
Dakota had a pleasant day at work.
As the end of the day approached, she finished packing up her mural materials and went to wash her hands. When she returned to her desk, she received a text from Curtis.
【Puppy】：Photo.jpg
【Puppy】: Got any ideas for dinner tonight?
Dakota tapped into the chat.
It was a photo of a supermarket. Judging by the decor and the quality of the produce, it was likely one of the high-end supermarkets invested in by H Group.
Curtis was wearing the same suit he left home in that morning.
He looked so distinguished and out of place, as if he wasn't there to buy groceries but to inspect the supermarket's performance.
He must have brought an assistant along.
So someone took a photo for him to show his wife that he was indeed leaving work early and was now obediently buying groceries.
Dakota stared at the photo for a long time.
When she finally exited the chat, she received another flurry of messages from Curtis.
【Puppy】: Pasta?
【Puppy】: Stews and Casseroles?
【Puppy】: Want some mango? I will cut it into cubes for you.
【Puppy】: Or grilled chicken?
Dakota couldn't help but giggle softly.
She rarely saw Curtis like this. In his youth, he had always looked down on everyone with disdain.
But now, he seemed to have lowered his stance.
Like a big dog wagging its tail towards her, eagerly seeking attention and affection.
【Little Teaser】: Grilled chicken sounds good.
【Little Teaser】: Mango is fine too, but I want watermelon, just the center part.
Curtis received Dakota's message shortly after.
He lowered his gaze to read the message.
His thick eyelashes made him look more obedient than usual, as if he had reined in his usual arrogance.
Seeing Dakota's request for just the center of the watermelon, he smiled slightly.
Then he looked up at his executive assistant Jakob who accompanied him on the grocery trip, "Get some grilled chicken ingredients. Also, tell the supermarket staff that I want all their fresh watermelons today."
Jakob: ???
He hesitated for a moment, "All of them? Mr. Pineda, won't you get diarrhea eating so much watermelon?"
Curtis gave him a cold glance.
He raised his chin, showing his usual arrogant demeanor, "Oh—almost forgot, you might not understand since you're still single."
Jakob: "..."
Accompanying him on grocery shopping and getting hurt a thousand times over.
Curtis lazily slipped his right hand into his pocket, revealing a luxurious watch when his sleeve slid up:
"Tell the manager in charge of fruits to prepare the watermelons, just cut out the centers and pack them separately. I want to see them within half an hour."
Jakob: ???????
He showed a look of someone who had never seen the world.
Alright, he was being unreasonable.
Turns out the boss bought all the watermelons in the supermarket just to cut out the centers for his wife.
Worried about stomach trouble, huh?
He should be worried about his wife's teeth being sweetened away!
Jakob quickly notified the supermarket.
Upon hearing it was Mr. Pineda from H Group who wanted all the watermelons and just the centers, the manager sprang into action, mobilizing most of the supermarket staff to cut the watermelons and carefully pack the centers.
Dakota had no idea Curtis would go to such lengths. She simply wanted a bite of the center of a watermelon and never expected him to get her an entire supermarket's worth.
As quitting time arrived, she packed up and prepared to leave promptly.
The colleague who saw Alan waiting with flowers outside the museum yesterday leaned in curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave today? Could it be her boyfriend coming to pick her up again?"
Lillian perked up her ears, ready to eavesdrop.
Dakota lifted her gaze.
But she quickly realized something and smiled, "No, the person you saw yesterday isn't my boyfriend, so please don't mention it anymore. My husband might get jealous."
Lillian: !!!!
"Husband!" She almost screamed.
The whole office turned to look at her, and Lillian realized she had lost her composure.
No way!
It's actually her husband! It's legal!
She had been wondering which big shot was pursuing Dakota or if he was her boyfriend, but it turns out—
It was her husband!
"Uh, sorry," Lillian waved her hands hurriedly, "I was just surprised to learn that you're already married."
And not just anyone, but a tycoon who can afford a Bugatti Veyron and actually gets jealous!!!
