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Don't Fall For Me, CEO

Chapter 77: How Much Does It Weigh?

Author: Seven-character regulated poem
updatedAt: 2025-09-28

CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: HOW MUCH DOES IT WEIGH?

That position is a bit ambiguous.

July Quinn was pinched lightly, feeling like electricity coursed through her body.

She looked up and saw Kyle Keaton was also watching her.

Those deep and unfathomable eyes.

This made July Quinn recall the out-of-control kiss in the office today...

Did Kyle Keaton really want to continue?

But just as pink bubbles were about to fill July Quinn’s mind, Kyle Keaton suddenly parted his thin lips: "Move aside, the steak is about to burn."

July Quinn: "..."

Clear my mind, release my anger, and still, it’s me staring in the mirror.

After some self-encouragement, July Quinn sat at the dining table with a flowery smile again.

Thankfully, Kyle Keaton didn’t leave out her portion.

Besides being a bit burnt, the taste was still good.

Adding to that, Kyle Keaton had prepared some decent vintage wine, and July Quinn was quite satisfied with this meal.

If Kyle Keaton hadn’t suddenly asked about Nathan Jacobs, they might have clinked glasses in a very harmonious atmosphere.

"I heard Nathan Jacobs went to The Jacobs Group today, did you meet him?"

The man’s seemingly casual question caused the woman’s hand, which was slicing the steak, to pause.

"Yeah, we ran into each other."

"Did he approach you to withdraw the lawsuit?" Kyle Keaton put down his knife and fork, picking up the wine glass and gently swirling it.

"Besides withdrawing the lawsuit, there’s more."

He wants some benefits from The Quinn Family before reconciling with her.

Perhaps it was too shameless, so July Quinn was reluctant to elaborate.

But Kyle Keaton seemed very interested in this matter, sipping his wine and pursuing further: "What else?"

"Nothing much."

Why bring up a dead issue out of nowhere?

July Quinn felt that the steak in her mouth suddenly wasn’t tasty anymore.

She simply put down her knife and fork, "I’m full."

Then she returned to her room without even glancing back.

Thus, she missed Kyle Keaton’s continued gaze upon her during the entire process.

Asking about Nathan Jacobs wasn’t just a whim; he wanted to see if this woman still had him in her heart and also to measure how much this husband weighed in her inner world.

July Quinn didn’t give him a direct answer, but from her recent behavior, Kyle Keaton already knew he was still not comparable to that Jacobs.

He felt it wasn’t a big deal since he hadn’t placed July Quinn in a position of much importance anyway.

But why did his heart feel like it was roasting on a grill, so anxious?

Kyle Keaton pondered for half the day, unable to find an answer, and could only gulp down the remaining half bottle of wine...

*

The next morning, July Quinn was all dressed up, ready to catch a ride to work with Kyle Keaton.

In her view, they had quite a pleasant interaction yesterday, especially the kiss.

So, he should not refuse her request to hitch a ride.

Sure enough, as Kyle Keaton emerged from the bedroom, July Quinn greeted him with a smile.

"Morning, darling..."

She hadn’t finished saying "good morning" when Kyle Keaton walked past her expressionlessly.

July Quinn’s smile froze: "..."

What’s wrong with him this early in the morning?

July Quinn stood still for a moment, then hurriedly grabbed her purse from the sofa and followed.

It seemed Kyle Keaton anticipated her wanting to hitch a ride. Just as July Quinn was about to open the passenger door, the man suddenly hit the gas and sped away.

Leaving June Quinn with a face covered in car exhaust...

All the words summed up into one sentence: "This generation of husbands is truly the hardest to handle!"

July Quinn felt bitter, but she didn’t keep it to herself.

As soon as she arrived at the company, she was ready to confront Kyle Keaton.

"Hello, is Assistant Keaton at his desk now?"

She placed her bag down and asked a passing secretary gentleman.

"Assistant Keaton is at his desk," the secretary gentleman just finished saying.

Yasmin Zane, who had just delivered documents to the CEO’s office, suddenly chimed in: "Just entered the company and can’t wait to find Assistant Keaton? Afraid others won’t know you have a fling with him?"

Though she didn’t look at July Quinn nor named her specifically, her tone was harsh, aimed directly at July Quinn.

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