CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: IS SHE YOUR NEW FLAME?

"That was meant for me and Evelyn Clayton." Matthew Sullivan rudely interrupted her fantasy, "It’s lunch time, call her and ask if they’re done over there. If they are, have her come down and join me for lunch."

Iris Lockwood was struck as if by a bolt from the blue and immediately took a deep breath.

"Marcus, you’re not eating with me and you want me to ask another woman for you. Do you have any conscience?!"

"Your other option is to quit. I’m not forcing you to endure this indignity!"

"..."

Iris Lockwood tightened her grip on her bag’s straps, still unwilling to give up.

"Do you believe she’s having lunch with James Grant right now?"

Matthew Sullivan immediately called Evelyn Clayton, and sure enough, she picked up with the sound of chewing.

"Who’s this?"

"Evelyn, I thought you were coming down to have lunch with me."

This grievance in his voice made Iris Lockwood want to throw up.

But she held it in; she didn’t want to waste food.

"Such a hassle, can’t be bothered to come down."

"Then I can come up to you! Just say the word, and I’ll be right there."

"No way—"

Evelyn Clayton hung up the phone.

Matthew Sullivan couldn’t stand it and vented his anger on Iris Lockwood.

Iris Lockwood dared not complain, silently blaming Evelyn Clayton.

——

"Ooh, that’s too much." Evelyn Clayton covered her meal, stopping James Grant from adding more food onto her plate.

"You’re giving me so much, I’m gonna get fat."

"You’re not fat at all."

Evelyn Clayton didn’t believe it; James Grant had been a charmer for years, and who knew which of his words were true.

As she ate, James Grant kept adding new dishes for her.

"Try this too."

Evelyn Clayton leaned back in her chair, patting her round belly, feeling more and more like this was a ploy.

"I really can’t eat anymore."

Just as she put her chopsticks down, James Grant suddenly leaned toward her, his handsome face enlarged, staring intently at her.

All of a sudden, Evelyn Clayton’s breath caught, her heart unknowingly sped up.

What’s this guy trying to do again? Even lunch isn’t peaceful? Is he trying to take advantage?

As James Grant’s face approached, Evelyn Clayton’s heart almost leapt out of her throat. She quickly stood up to avoid it, her ears burning red with embarrassment.

Memories of intimate moments flashed across her mind, making her cheeks blush again and her emotions a complete mess.

"James Grant, we’re at the office now, don’t overstep!"

James Grant blinked, realizing what she meant, and laughed, "What are you thinking, I just wanted to wipe the sauce off your mouth."

With that, he reached out gracefully, gently wiping away the sauce on her lips. To convince her, James Grant even waved his fingers at her.

Instantly, Evelyn Clayton’s ears turned even redder.

It’s all because of James Grant’s usual lack of seriousness, making her overly suspicious now!

"Don’t worry, I’m not that much of a beast." James Grant smiled, a hint of teasing glimmering in his eyes.

Embarrassed, Evelyn Clayton could only press down her racing heart, looking for an excuse to leave: "I’m full, so I’m heading out!"

Unexpectedly, just as she stood up, a gorgeous woman with a stunning figure pushed through the door.

"James~" The woman rushed to James Grant as soon as she entered the office, about to give him a warm hug.

"What are you doing?" James Grant frowned, raising his hand to hold her back.

The woman pouted in grievance.

"James, you haven’t come to see me for a while. Got a new flame? Is it her?"

Speaking, the woman glanced at Evelyn Clayton, with openly scornful scrutiny in her eyes.

She had only heard that James Grant was getting engaged, but didn’t know the so-called fiancée’s appearance, naturally not recognizing Evelyn Clayton; she just assumed Evelyn was just another of James Grant’s many women.

Such a look made Evelyn Clayton very uncomfortable.

It instantly extinguished all her unrealistic fantasies from earlier.

Yes, a playboy like James Grant, with tricks like those, how could he use them on just her?

"Don’t look at me like that, I’m his employee." She grew cold, stood up, and grabbed her bag, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first."

With that, she turned and left.

With Evelyn Clayton gone, the woman became even more unrestrained, even sitting directly on James Grant’s lap.

"James, don’t you know how much I’ve missed you? You’re so heartless, having a so-called fiancée and then not contacting me at all~"

The woman pouted coyly, wrapping her arms around James Grant’s neck, whispering enticing sounds in his ear.