CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62- REALLY IN A RELATIONSHIP?

Morrison was truly caught off guard, frozen in place. His handsome face remained expressionless for a long moment before he finally snapped and yelled at Norton,

"Which eye of yours saw me like her? Nonsense!"

With that, he stormed out of the room in frustration.

Norton bent down to pick up the discarded pack of cigarettes, glanced at the documents on the desk, then quietly left as well.

The boss was clearly in a bad mood — not the right time to talk business. It was better to wait until tomorrow.

But being called out by Morrison had left Norton unsettled too.

Morrison was right — he did like Monna. His stubborn denials were just because of his own insecurities. He felt he wasn’t good enough for her.

She was a successful, career-driven woman. He was just an assistant to a lord. Their social status and backgrounds were worlds apart.

He’d thought he could watch quietly as she walked into another man’s arms. But that night, when she drunkenly pinned him down on the carpet, something inside him snapped.

Like Morrison said, Norton was usually very self-controlled. If he hadn’t wanted it, things wouldn’t have gone that far.

She was the one who pushed him down, but everything else was his choice — he kissed her, loved her, made her his.

That night was chaos — she was drunk, he might as well have been too, lost in her embrace with no end in sight.

He’d intended for that night to mean something. But when she woke up and saw it was him beside her, her disappointed eyes cut deep. She even dismissed it as a one-night stand.

He left angry, and since then they’d been at an impasse.

They hadn’t contacted each other, except one cold, business-only meeting — after which they went their separate ways without a word.

The reason Morrison couldn’t get through to Lilian was because she had put her phone on silent and never heard it ring.

That evening, both Lilian and Karl had told their parents they were going out to dinner and a movie together — but in reality, Karl went to the library to study, and Lilian stayed home binge-watching her favorite series.

To make the "movie date" more believable, they both set their phones to silent.

Lilian got so absorbed in the show that she forgot to check her phone, which was why Morrison’s calls went unanswered time and again.

Snuggled comfortably on the sofa, Lilian sipped juice and munched on snacks, determined to finish the entire series in one go. After a long week, she wanted to enjoy her weekend without thinking about work.

Those carefree, single days really were something else—no need to live for anyone, no heartbreak to endure. How wonderful that felt.

Lilian was completely absorbed in her show when suddenly, a knock came at the door, making her jump in surprise.

Because she’d lied to both sets of parents about going on a date with Karl, she immediately felt a wave of guilt. The knocking startled her so much she even dropped the remote. Hastily, she picked it up.

The knocking continued, but Lilian didn’t dare answer. She had no idea who it could be. What if it was someone who knew about her fake relationship with Karl? Wouldn’t that blow their cover?

Holding her breath, she quietly rose and tiptoed to the door to peek through the peephole.

Then she heard a familiar voice outside — Sean’s.

"Lilian?"

"Lilian, are you home?"

"Lilian!"

Hearing Sean’s voice, she was about to respond, but then she hesitated. Sean was Morrison’s trusted aide.

Did Morrison know about her and Karl’s arrangement? If he did, answering Sean now would mean their secret was out.

So, instead, Lilian silently retreated back to the sofa, holding her breath, staying perfectly still as Sean kept knocking outside.

She had no idea what Sean wanted or why he had come all the way to her place.

Instinctively, Lilian reached for her phone and saw several missed calls from Morrison, along with a string of worried messages:

Why aren’t you answering?

Call me back!

What’s going on? Why won’t you pick up?

The tone was full of anxiety and concern. Lilian stared at the screen, wondering—could it be that Morrison had sent Sean over because he couldn’t get hold of her?

Just as she was thinking this, she heard Sean start talking outside on the phone:

"Hey, boss... I’m at Miss Washington’s door now. I’ve been knocking for a while but no one’s answering. Looks like she’s not home."

Lilian froze.

So it really was Morrison who sent Sean. From Sean’s tone, it was clear—Morrison was worried about her because he couldn’t reach her by phone.

Lilian felt confused about Morrison’s thoughts. They had already broken up, and the model plus Monna were both his exes before her. By all rights, he should have let her go long ago. So why was he still keeping this kind of ambiguous connection with her? Why was he still so concerned?

She was a simple person—didn’t like to overthink things—and her view was straightforward: once it’s over, it’s over, no need to linger.

But he... was acting so complicated.

She didn’t understand.

Sean’s voice came through again:

"Should I send someone to check again?"

At that, Lilian stopped overthinking and quickly typed a reply to Morrison:

Mr. Morrison, sorry—I was watching a movie and had my phone on silent. Is something wrong?

If she didn’t reassure him soon, she was sure he’d have Sean stirring up a whole mess looking for her—and that would be chaos.

Not long after Lilian sent the message, Sean knocked on the door again. When there was still no response, he finally gave up and left.

Shortly after Sean left, Lilian’s phone rang. It was Morrison. His voice on the other end was cold and sharp as he asked,

"Watching a movie with who?"

"Just... just a friend..." Lilian stammered, unsure how much to reveal. If Morrison already knew from Linda about her and Karl, fine. But if he didn’t, she didn’t have the courage to admit she was actually seeing Karl.

It felt like it would hurt his pride too much.

On Morrison’s end, hearing Lilian mention watching a movie with someone else, he suddenly remembered Linda’s earlier words—Karl was out tonight, supposedly on a date with his girlfriend watching a movie. A strange feeling stirred inside him, but he couldn’t quite place it.

He pressed again,

"Was it a guy or a girl?"

Lilian refused to answer.

"Why are you calling me? What do you want?"

Morrison chuckled on the other end,

"Oh, learning to change the subject now, huh?"

Lilian fell silent, deciding it was better not to say anything and avoid more questions.

Morrison didn’t push further. Instead, he said calmly,

"I’m coming back Sunday. You’re picking me up."

Lilian jumped,

"No way! You’re not my anything, why should I pick you up?"

"I’m your boss. Serving your boss is your duty!"

Morrison’s voice dropped low and calm, leaving Lilian completely speechless. But no matter what, she wasn’t going to pick him up.

"Well... I have something that day. I probably won’t have time."

She fumbled for an excuse to dodge him. Morrison replied slowly, without hurry:

"If you don’t come, the consequences will be on you."

Then he hung up without another word. Lilian was furious on her side, practically foaming at the mouth, wishing she could tear him apart.

No way was she going to pick him up — whatever the consequences, she just didn’t care.

Morrison originally planned to return Sunday. But on Friday, Linda called him in high spirits, asking when he’d be back. He said Sunday night.

Linda immediately insisted he change his plans:

"You know, Karl just started dating that girl, right? They’re getting along really well. Tomorrow night I’m inviting the girl over for dinner. You should come back too, and join us."

Morrison frowned.

"Is he really in a relationship?"

Based on Morrison’s understanding of Karl, he didn’t think Karl was the type to be interested in romance right now. But if Linda was inviting Karl’s girlfriend home for dinner, it had to be serious, right?

Linda’s tone grew earnest as she lectured him:

"Of course it’s real. Listen,, don’t lose sight of what love truly feels like just because you’re always chasing after different women. When you truly like someone, love at first sight can be very real. That’s exactly how Karl feels about his girlfriend."

Morrison felt annoyed. What did she mean he was always chasing after different women? He wasn’t like that at all.