We Are Meant To Be

Chapter 20 Boss was Warm

"I bear it in mind. May I have a try?" Christy Zhong raised her head and asked seriously. She was sure that she needed to open the door successfully by using her fingerprint in case of emergency happened. James Feng nodded to agree.

Then Christy closed the door first and tried entering the password. At exactly that moment, the door swung open.

From what she was doing, James thought she was clever enough because she gave birth to the twins after all and he also hoped that she could do this job effectively no matter how much it cost.

Come to think of it, James wondered why he thought about that and what was the matter with him. He never gave her the chance to meet the twins and he would keep a secret.

"Take things seriously and keep everything compulsively neat." James said coldly and then jerked his head to walk outside.

It was a few seconds before Christy realized that she should do quickly so that she could go home earlier because it was outside of work hours.

Christy went toward the large cloakroom. Looking at plenty of clothes, she felt tired but she had to arrange quickly because she wanted to go home.

As Christy saw amounts of clothes, she was confused where to start cleaning, although the clothes was placed in order. Picking one by one, she threw those old-fashioned aside and kept those satisfied her demand.

By doing this in two rounds, Christy almost threw the whole clothes which was placed in the wardrobe. But it didn't matter because there were amounts of new clothes needed to be put in it.

Christy mopped at the sweat on his brow as she was putting the new clothes inside.

Finally, Christy got the job done and kept clothes and ties in order. After that, she took a deep breath.

As she glanced at the old ones briefly, she felt so terrible that she would like to throw them all away.

On the country, the clean and beautiful wardrobe made her satisfied. Then she began to carry the unwanted clothes out of home, but there were so many of them that it was hard for her to work alone.

At this time, James was in the study opposite. Hearing the noise, he walked out and said coldly, "You can ask the housekeeper for help! Be flexible!" As the voice fell, he turned back and prepared to enter the study. But he stopped and uttered, "Pick a room and live here."

"Excuse me?" Christy astonished and thought if she lived here nobody could take care of Justin.

"Anything wrong?" James spoke impatiently and glared at her.

Christy didn't know how to reply. Her brain was working frantically, "Nope, but I need to visit my mother on the weekend because she was in bad condition."She tried to explain why she amazed just now. "It's free on the weekend. If you have to work on the weekend, I'll double your salary!" James spoke coldly. Of course he knew about her mother and he thought it won't waste her much time to see her mother. "Okay, but Mr. James I still need to make arrangements. Can you give me a few days to settle down?" Christy asked carefully.

She desired to have this job, even working overtime because she want to live better. She always believed that no pains no gains and she had courage to overcome problems.

"No problem. But only one week!" James added and then walked away.

The moment he left, Christy asked recklessly, "Mr. James, may I go back tonight and be here on time at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning?"

Christy didn't know the habits of him because she just worked with him for a short time, so it's better to know everything clearly.

"Sure." James said in an emotionless tone and entered the room with a harsh sound of closing the door.

Christy went downstairs to ask the butler for help and then she did the cleaning.

She was soaking wet when she clean the cloakroom. She was really uncomfortable. While thinking about those gorgeous clothes, she couldn't help taking one to make gestures on her body! Beauty was a woman's nature! So was Christy. If she could take a shower and put on beautiful clothes, He Wen and Justin would be surprised.

But if she didn't change the wet clothes, it looked like she has been doing coolies all day long!NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

No matter how hard and tired Christy was, she still wanted to show her beauty in front of her loved ones.

Anyway, it only took more than ten minutes to take a shower, so she took clothes and started moving regardless of what happened.

"The rich will enjoy life!" Christy sighed. While taking a shower, she found Hansgrohe's oxygen shower function was really great and she was comfortable to use it.

After a short minutes, she finished and got dressed with clothes she wore just now in a bag, walking out with her hair wet. As she almost hit on James, she greeted immediately, "Mr. James!"

On the contrary, James seemed at all upset and said loudly, "Who allowed you to use my bathroom and towels?"

Christy felt confused why he became furious just because she used his bathroom and towels.

Immediately, Christy apologized because he was the boss, "Sorry, I won't do it again." Indeed, it was very impolite to use other people's things without their consent.

"The things in my room are for me. And you just need to clean instead of using them because you don't have the right, understand?" James roared as if he was talking about an extremely important thing. Moreover, James exuded a strong aura, which made her feel particularly scary.

"Yes, sir. I won't do it again." Christy uttered humbly and she regarded this as an experience, but she still had to be particularly docile now.

As Christy passed by and came to him, she suddenly stopped and whispered, "Mr. James. May I go home? I have already cleaned the room. See you tomorrow!"

"Yeah!" James suddenly lowered his head and he realized that her wet hair smell good!

James felt puzzled why he didn't smelled so good before when he used the shampoo. But now he smelled so pleasant.

"Let the driver take you off. It's not easy to take a taxi here at night!" James's voice was cold, but it really made Christy feel specially warm! This boss was still very lovely instead of looking emotionless.