She Is A CEO

She Is A Ceo Novel George Chapman Chapter 584

Helena was moved and could feel Otis’ deep love through the clear expression. After calming herself down, she held the phone and said gently, “Well, I want to.”

“Wait a little longer. When we settle the things, we’ll go tell our families together.” Otis’s voice softened with Helena’s.

“Yes, together,” Helena replied happily.

Sure enough, on the third day of Otis’s reply to Helena, Spencer hurried to the building and told Lucia he was going back to USA.

“Miss Brown, I’ll only be back for a few days. Please take good care of Lucia. I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Spencer said worriedly, but he did not forget to remind Helena.

“Are you leaving at a time like this?” Helena asked sarcastically.

“There’s something going on at headquarters, and my dad’s sick. I just can’t do both,” Spencer explained, defending her impression on him,

“Besides, I’ll only be gone a few days and I’ll be back in time for Lucia’s due date.”

“Just go.” Lucia knew Helena meant to mock Spencer, but she didn’t want to argue with him.

“Lucia,” Spencer said as he walked over and hugged her. Despite Helena’s displeasure, he whispered in her ear in a voice only the two of them could hear,

“Don’t make any sudden moves. I’ll have someone watching this place the whole time. If I find out you’ve been in contact with Arthur, you know what will happen!”

Lucia stared at Spencer with a frosty look on her face.

“What are you talking about! Do you have to go behind my back like that?” Helena asked, not liking the way Spencer was talking to Lucia.

“I’m sorry. We were just talking about private things. I didn’t mean to go behind your back,” Spencer said with a perfunctory smile at Helena, then turned to Lucia,

“Lucia, take care of yourself. I’ll be right back.”

This time, Lucia nodded slightly, and Spencer took one long look at her before leaving.

As soon as Spencer left, Helena was so happy that she almost clapped. “The creep is finally gone.”

“But the watchman is still there,” Lucia said worriedly. She was not afraid of Spencer’s threats, but now was not the time to confront him.

“With Jack and the others around, do you need to worry about that?” Helena winked mischievously at Lucia and said with a smile.

Helena’s relaxation infected Lucia. Finally, a smile appeared on her face, which looked calm and peaceful.

Back to the front yard, Spencer repeatedly told Ewan that he must watch the movement inside the building, and must not let Arthur have an opportunity. Then he quickly rushed to the airport.

As soon as Spencer left, Ewan naturally did not dare to relax. Not only did he send more people to guard around the building, but he even went in to greet Lucia not long after. It was considered “doing his duty”. Unfortunately, Helena always had a way.

The next afternoon, Lucia was chatting with Helena in the living room. She was feeling a little sleepy. Helena was just about to help her back to her room to rest when she saw a figure walk into the small building. Her eyes flashed, and she was pleasantly surprised, so she said to Lucia,

“Lucia, I’ll go upstairs and get you a blanket.”

“Okay,” said Lucia in a low voice. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling sleepy.

She walked to the back of the sofa with a smile on her face. Helena could not help but smile. She patted the person on the shoulder and went upstairs happily. She did not really go for the blanket, but she did not want to be a third wheel.

Lucia closed her eyes, completely unaware that there was a person standing behind her. She waited for Helena, but she did not go downstairs. She opened her eyes and looked at the stairs in confusion. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the person standing behind her. She only saw a man’s legs, but that was enough to astound her. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

With a start, Lucia was so frightened that she wanted to get up. She still had some lingering fears about Nia breaking into the building and pushing herself down.

However, a large hand gently pressed on her shoulder, and a familiar gentle voice was heard. It was like a gentle stream flowing into Lucia’s heart.

“Lucia, don’t be afraid. It’s me.”

Her body stiffened, and all Lucia’s senses went out for a moment, except for her heart, which was still beating violently.

There was only ever been one person who made Lucia’s heart beat faster.

Arthur.

Arthur was standing right behind Lucia. He was wearing a black suit. It looked like Gene’s clothes, a bodyguard. At first glance, Arthur and Gene were the same size and shape. Arthur took advantage of the situation to exchange clothes with Gene at the side entrance and enter the building. Spencer’s

watchmen only dared to watch from a distance, so it was impossible to tell that they had switched places.

Seeing Lucia frozen, Arthur had mixed emotions and even a sense of loss, but his eyes brightened again when he saw the familiar coat beside Lucia.

Lucia believed in Helena. She believed in Otis. She knew Arthur would come, and she had thought about how she would react to him. Whether she would be thrilled or not, when Arthur really stood behind her, she did not know how to respond to anything but the silent response of her beating heart.

Without asking anything, Arthur walked slowly to Lucia’s side, squatted down and asked her gently,

“Are you cold?”

Lucia’s eyes sparkled, and the mist began to fill them. When she returned to her senses, she shook her head gently and answered in the calmest of tones,

“Not.”

“That’s good,” said Arthur, but he reached for his overcoat and laid it on her lap,

“I come to be with you when the baby is born.”

Hearing this, Lucia’s heart filled with all kinds of feelings. She can not help but say, “The baby…”

Arthur interrupted Lucia, looked up into her mesmerizing bright eyes, and said softly, “I’m just here to keep you company, keep the baby company. I won’t ask about anything else. You can tell me when you want.”

It was the ultimate tenderness Arthur gave Lucia.

Finally, there were tears surging from the corners of her eyes. Lucia bit the lower lip. The moment her head bowed, her tears fell on the back of Arthur’s hand.

Her words became silent, but ring through the heart.

Arthur raised his hand to stroke Lucia’s head and ran his fingers through her long hair.

“Don’t cry. The baby will hear you.”