She Is A CEO

She Is A Ceo Novel By George Chapman -Chapter 439

She Is A Ceo Novel By George Chapman -Chapter 439

Lucia had warned Spencer countless times, so she didn’t expect him to dare to approach her. When Spencer held her in his arms, her guard went up.

“Spencer, let go!” Missing the best defense, Lucia could not easily break free, so she warned Spencer coldly.

“Lucia, you’ve hurt me again and again with your words. I’ve endured it because I love you, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t be hurt. Since you don’t want to change, I won’t force you. I just have to do it my way!”

Spencer bowed his head and said stiffly.

His way? Lucia raised her eyebrows and disdained him, and her contempt stung Spencer.

His mind was filled with anger. Spencer bent down and attacked Lucia without thinking twice. Lucia quickly dodged and tried to break free with her hands, but now Spencer was also fierce and didn’t care about his strength. Lucia couldn’t break free, so she went on to warn,

“Spencer, do that! I don’t mind being a laughingstock with you.”

The look in Spencer’s eyes turned grim, and he paused to look at Lucia with a cold smile on his face as he spoke,

“Sure, I don’t mind if you don’t. But if Teddy needs more bone marrow in the future, I promise You, I will never help him again, even if it means watching him die in front of me!”

At the mention of Theodore, Lucia’s eyes flashed with a hint of vulnerability and her movements subconsciously stopped.

Spencer closed his eyes, feeling intoxicated. He couldn’t see Lucia’s eyes, which were wide open and filled with hatred.

When it was over, Spencer released Lucia with satisfaction. As soon as she was free, Lucia took a step back and wiped her lips with all her might. She glared at Spencer, resisting the urge to throw him off the building.

It was all for Theodore. Lucia kept reminding herself.

He deliberately looked at Lucia seductively, and looked triumphant. This made him even more convinced that he had to be aggressive with Lucia so that she would listen to him.

“Be gentle with me in the future, okay? I will love you so much,” Spencer even said wildly.

Lucia stood in the shadows of the wall. Out of Spencer’s sight, her eyes were clouded with gloom.

Be gentle? Sure, let’s wait.

Lucia gritted her teeth.

While Lucia struggled to deal with Spencer, Prospect Focus Magazine’s coverage of their engagement had already spread across the Internet. Reynolds’ appearance, under the personal supervision of the chief reporter, was described as a coup. Lucia’s forbearance was portrayed as an unwavering attachment to Spencer, and public opinion exploded.

Eduard had been following Prospect Focus Magazine since he knew it was Spencer’s lackey, so he saw the article, and he called Juliana after he got back from the engagement ceremony today. When he asked about Arthur, Juliana told him that he had been sleeping and that she didn’t know if he was really asleep or if he was forcing himself into a nightmare, so Eduard didn’t dare disturb him until the evening.

“Eduard, it’s ten o’clock. Can we talk tomorrow?” Seeing that Eduard felt conflicted, Daphne persuaded him.

“I’d love to, but Arthur asked me to find out what’s going on, and if he wakes up, he’ll be looking for me,” Eduard said worriedly.

“But it’s ten o’clock…” as soon as Daphne finished her words, the doorbell rang. Eduard stood up and gave her a look of “look at this” and went to open the door for Arthur.

When the door opened, it was Arthur, with Kane, who was holding one of his arms.

“Arthur, are you still drunk?” Eduard asked with concern.

“My head hurts,” Arthur said as he tried to get inside. Kane helped him along and gave Eduard a helpless look.

Just now Arthur woke up with a splitting headache, but the first thing he did was not sober up, nor was he concerned about his health, but he asked the butler to call Jan and tell him to send himself to Eduard. If Kane hadn’t come down and seen him, Arthur would have come alone.

Daphne saw Arthur frowning in pain and immediately went to make him some sobering honey tea. Kane helped him sit down on the sofa.

Rubbing the space between his eyebrows, Arthur asked Eduard, “How’s it going?”

An inexplicable irritation rose in Eduard’s heart as he watched Arthur suffer so much that it was still Lucia he was concerned about,

“Look at yourself. Can you take care of yourself?”

“I ask you…” Arthur slowly raised his eyes to Eduard and said, word by word, “What’s going on?”

Eduard was speechless, feeling utterly defeated. He sat down on the sofa opposite Arthur, paused for a moment, and then told him what he had seen today. As he spoke, he carefully observed Arthur’s reaction.

Daphne brought tea with honey, and the soft smell of honey lingered in the drawing-room, pleasing to the nose, but it could not change Arthur’s frown.

“I don’t even have the courage of the stranger. Heh…” Arthur laughed at himself.

“Arthur, I hate to say this, but… even if you go, it probably won’t change anything…” Eduard knew this would hurt Arthur, but he had to say. Today in Lucia’s eyes, he saw determination, unshakeable determination.

Whatever Lucia’s intentions, not even Arthur can stop her now.

Arthur hung his head even lower at the words.

“Arthur, even if there’s nothing we can do about it now, you have to move on with your life. Don’t do this, okay? We’re all worried about you. Douglas hasn’t eaten all day, and he’s been going to your room every now and then to listen to the sounds, you know?” Kane urged.