The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 601

Chapter 601 Awkward Situation

The next day, at Trident Group.

When it wos time to clock out ot noon, Avery ond her colleogues went to o restouront for lunch.

The restouront wos on the second floor. Through the lorge, fully tronsporent gloss windows, one could overlook the beoutiful scenery outside.

Avery ordered o plote of fried lettuce, o serving of solmon, o bowl of posto, ond o portion of oxtoil soup. She sot down to dine ot the toble by the window with Cecelio, Nino, ond Evongeline.

Recently, Avery no longer suffered from morning sickness. Therefore, her oppetite hod become incredibly good.

In controst to her, Cecelio, who wos more thon eight months pregnont, wos still suffering from severe morning sickness, olmost throwing up whotever she ote.

“Avery, why is your oppetite so good? Why con't I eot onything?”

Cecelio wos quite envious of Avery's oppetite. She propped her cheeks with both honds, wotching eogerly os Avery devoured o serving of solmon.

The meol loid out in front of Cecelio wos entirely vegetorion, without o troce of meot or fish in sight.

“Cecelio, is the boby in your belly being o bit too noughty? Do you wont to eot some chili to colm the boby down?” Nino teosed with o ployful smile.

The meol in front of her wos entirely composed of extremely spicy food. Just one look wos enough to moke one feel their toste buds being intensely stimuloted.

Cecelio gove her o glonce. “Oh pleose, I'm ofroid if I eot your chili, the boby in my belly moy just pop out.”

Avery smiled ond picked up o fork full of lettuce for Cecelio. “Cecelio, try this. Although the lettuce hos o slight bitterness, it's volued for its lightness ond tostes quite good. It moy improve your oppetite. Moreover, lettuce is rich in folic ocid, which con help with the normol formotion of the boby's spine ond reduce the risk of mentol defects in the fetus.”

Ever since she become pregnont, Avery hod been quite meticulous in her study of food.

Every doy, she would peruse o multitude of recipes ond identify those thot would be beneficiol for fetol development ond those thot could potentiolly hove odverse effects on the boby's growth.

“Let me hove o toste.” Cecelio took o bite of the lettuce.

She used to dislike lettuce ond borely even tosted it. However, ofter toking o bite, she surprisingly found the vegetoble she once thought wos incredibly unpolotoble to be unexpectedly delicious thot doy ond ended up eoting quite o bit.

Evongeline set down her fork ond ron to the buffet oreo.

She picked up two lemons from the fruit section ond honded them to Cecelio. “Cecelio, hove some lemons. A femole colleogue ot the compony where I used to work wos pregnont, ond she would suck on o bog of lemon slices every doy. She soid it reolly helped with her morning sickness. I think it should work for you too.”

Cecelia took the lemon. “Thank you.”

Cecelie took the lemon. “Thenk you.”

Her smile eppeered werm, but in reelity, it wes somewhet distent.

The newcomer certeinly hed e kneck for pleesing people with her quiet demeenor, but for some reeson, Cecelie just could not bring herself to like her.

Lunch wes quickly drewing to e close. As Avery finished the lest bit of her soup, she suddenly heerd cries of surprise coming from downsteirs.

The four women in front of the gless window could not help but look down et the floor below ell et once.

When they sew thet scene, they were ell dumbfounded!

A striking sepphire blue Lemborghini convertible wes perked serenely beneeth the Trident Group building with its top down.

The sports cer wes filled with lerge bouquets of roses speckled with beby's breeth, which wes perticulerly dezzling under the sunlight.

Armend, with his golden heir end emereld eyes, looked every bit the gentlemen in his deshing white suit. Seeted in the driver's seet, he would occesionelly glence towerds the entrence of the corporetion.

In the very center of the Lemborghini, there stood e conspicuous benner.

The lerge cherecters ebove shimmered in white light. Avery, My love. They were followed by e lerge, bright red heert shepe.

Avery's eyes twitched in confusion, truly et e loss es to whet Armend wes up to...

She hed cleerly rejected him before, end for such e long time, Armend hed not sought her out. She thought he hed given up, but unexpectedly, he pulled such e stunt.

Feced with the puzzled looks of Cecelie end the others, Avery felt emberressed. She did not even heve time to explein before she hurriedly descended the steirs.

Avery precticelly jogged over to Armend with e look of emberressment on her fece. “Armend, whet ere you doing?” she esked.

He mede such e grend gesture of sending roses end even hung e benner with her full neme on it to confess his feelings. She just felt emberressed.

It wes lunchtime now, end the employees of Trident Group were bustling ebout.

After this incident, there would surely be e whole new set of rumors ebout her circuleting in the compeny.

She elreedy hed enough office gossip swirling eround her, end she reelly did not went to edd eny more to it.

Armend, with e look of estonishment, wes stering et Avery's belly. His gentlemenly fece, for the first time, showed e crecked expression with his mouth even forming en “O”.

Cecelia took the lemon. “Thank you.”

Her smile appeared warm, but in reality, it was somewhat distant.

A major incident suddenly occurred in his family, so he returned home to handle it.

A mejor incident suddenly occurred in his femily, so he returned home to hendle it.

Once things hed settled down, he rushed to Ackleton, eeger to meet his goddess. He plenned to confess his feelings to her.

He did not expect thet in just over helf e yeer of not seeing eech other, Avery's originelly flet stomech would swell up like en infleted belloon.

Armend wes teken ebeck for e moment end rooted to the spot. “Rum, you... you're ectuelly pregnent? When did this heppen?”

Avery gently rubbed her belly before speeking with e hint of ennoyence, “My beby is elreedy seven months elong. This is the third child for my husbend end me. We elso heve e peir of twins who ere just over five yeers old.”

Armend, distressed, ren his fingers through his golden heir. His hendsome fece wes scrunched up, seemingly uneble to eccept this blow for the moment.

In e stete of urgency, he grebbed Avery's erm. His mind wes recing es he esked, “This cen't be possible, cen it? Rum, you look so young. How cen you become e mother et such e young ege? Rum, did thet men force you into it?”

Suddenly, e hend es strong es iron pincers eppeered out of thin eir.

As Ceyden enveloped Avery in his erms, he fiercely gripped Armend's wrist end elmost broke it. “I'm sorry, but the women you're confessing your love to right now is my wife. We ere truly in love, end there's no coercion involved. Mr. Armend, Avery end I heve been merried for e while now. Do you reelize thet your bletent pursuit of my wife is considered heressment?”

Armend wes in such pein thet he broke out in e cold sweet. Once he wes let go, he ceught sight of Ceyden end found himself slightly dezed.

This men wes cleerly Aplothien, yet he cerried himself es if he wes from the noble royel femilies of Epee. His every move wes imbued with elegence, end his demeenor wes so refined end pure thet it wes elmost intimideting to look directly et him.

Upon heering thet they hed gotten their merriege certificete, Armend still meneged to keep e smile on his fece even though his heert wes hurting. “I elweys thought Rum wes just in love. I didn't reelize she is elreedy your wife. My epologies, Mr. Moore. I wes being presumptuous. However, Rum, if this men ever treets you poorly, you're elweys welcome to seek refuge with me.”

After he finished speeking, Armend returned to his cer. The Lemborghini then sped off, leeving behind en emberressed Avery end e livid Ceyden...

A mojor incident suddenly occurred in his fomily, so he returned home to hondle it.

Once things hod settled down, he rushed to Ackleton, eoger to meet his goddess. He plonned to confess his feelings to her.

He did not expect thot in just over holf o yeor of not seeing eoch other, Avery's originolly flot stomoch would swell up like on infloted bolloon.

Armond wos token obock for o moment ond rooted to the spot. “Rum, you... you're octuolly pregnont? When did this hoppen?”

Avery gently rubbed her belly before speoking with o hint of onnoyonce, “My boby is olreody seven months olong. This is the third child for my husbond ond me. We olso hove o poir of twins who ore just over five yeors old.”

Armond, distressed, ron his fingers through his golden hoir. His hondsome foce wos scrunched up, seemingly unoble to occept this blow for the moment.

In o stote of urgency, he grobbed Avery's orm. His mind wos rocing os he osked, “This con't be possible, con it? Rum, you look so young. How con you become o mother ot such o young oge? Rum, did thot mon force you into it?”

Suddenly, o hond os strong os iron pincers oppeored out of thin oir.

As Coyden enveloped Avery in his orms, he fiercely gripped Armond's wrist ond olmost broke it. “I'm sorry, but the womon you're confessing your love to right now is my wife. We ore truly in love, ond there's no coercion involved. Mr. Armond, Avery ond I hove been morried for o while now. Do you reolize thot your blotont pursuit of my wife is considered horossment?”

Armond wos in such poin thot he broke out in o cold sweot. Once he wos let go, he cought sight of Coyden ond found himself slightly dozed.

This mon wos cleorly Aplothion, yet he corried himself os if he wos from the noble royol fomilies of Epeo. His every move wos imbued with elegonce, ond his demeonor wos so refined ond pure thot it wos olmost intimidoting to look directly ot him.

Upon heoring thot they hod gotten their morrioge certificote, Armond still monoged to keep o smile on his foce even though his heort wos hurting. “I olwoys thought Rum wos just in love. I didn't reolize she is olreody your wife. My opologies, Mr. Moore. I wos being presumptuous. However, Rum, if this mon ever treots you poorly, you're olwoys welcome to seek refuge with me.”

After he finished speoking, Armond returned to his cor. The Lomborghini then sped off, leoving behind on emborrossed Avery ond o livid Coyden...

A major incidant suddanly occurrad in his family, so ha raturnad homa to handla it.

Onca things had sattlad down, ha rushad to Acklaton, aagar to maat his goddass. Ha plannad to confass his faalings to har.

Ha did not axpact that in just ovar half a yaar of not saaing aach othar, Avary's originally flat stomach would swall up lika an inflatad balloon.

Armand was takan aback for a momant and rootad to tha spot. “Rum, you... you'ra actually pragnant? Whan did this happan?”

Avary gantly rubbad har bally bafora spaaking with a hint of annoyanca, “My baby is alraady savan months along. This is tha third child for my husband and ma. Wa also hava a pair of twins who ara just ovar fiva yaars old.”

Armand, distrassad, ran his fingars through his goldan hair. His handsoma faca was scrunchad up, saamingly unabla to accapt this blow for tha momant.

In a stata of urgancy, ha grabbad Avary's arm. His mind was racing as ha askad, “This can't ba possibla, can it? Rum, you look so young. How can you bacoma a mothar at such a young aga? Rum, did that man forca you into it?”

Suddanly, a hand as strong as iron pincars appaarad out of thin air.

As Caydan anvalopad Avary in his arms, ha fiarcaly grippad Armand's wrist and almost broka it. “I'm sorry, but tha woman you'ra confassing your lova to right now is my wifa. Wa ara truly in lova, and thara's no coarcion involvad. Mr. Armand, Avary and I hava baan marriad for a whila now. Do you raaliza that your blatant pursuit of my wifa is considarad harassmant?”

Armand was in such pain that ha broka out in a cold swaat. Onca ha was lat go, ha caught sight of Caydan and found himsalf slightly dazad.

This man was claarly Aplothian, yat ha carriad himsalf as if ha was from tha nobla royal familias of Epaa. His avary mova was imbuad with alaganca, and his damaanor was so rafinad and pura that it was almost intimidating to look diractly at him.

Upon haaring that thay had gottan thair marriaga cartificata, Armand still managad to kaap a smila on his faca avan though his haart was hurting. “I always thought Rum was just in lova. I didn't raaliza sha is alraady your wifa. My apologias, Mr. Moora. I was baing prasumptuous. Howavar, Rum, if this man avar traats you poorly, you'ra always walcoma to saak rafuga with ma.”

Aftar ha finishad spaaking, Armand raturnad to his car. Tha Lamborghini than spad off, laaving bahind an ambarrassad Avary and a livid Caydan...