My Online Boyfriend Turned Out to Be My Billionaire Boss Chapter 04

My Online Boyfriend Turned Out to Be My Billionaire Boss Chapter 04

The afternoon was still busy. 

Maybe I had ignored my boyfriend for too long, because he finally couldn’t hold back and sent me a voice call request. 

I hesitated for a while and didn’t answer. 

[Hubby, sorry. My mentor gave me a lot of tasks today. If I don’t hurry up and organize everything, I’ll have to work overtime.] 

[Baby ignored me all day. I thought baby didn’t want me anymore. Is that mentor bullying the new girl? Dumping all the work on you? My baby is just too kind. You have to learn to push back and say no, understand?] 

[No, my mentor is very nice to me. He’s not bullying me. He’s even busier. He’s always the last one to leave in HR.] 

Suddenly, the other side went quiet again. 

I still had a pile of pending tasks and had no time to care, so I hurriedly buried myself in work. 

At last, with two minutes left before clock–out, I successfully finished. 

When I opened WhatsApp again, for once, there was only one 

message. 

[You’re in HR?] 

I didn’t think much and sent a nodding emoji. 

Then Moonlight sent me a photo of his dinner. After chatting for a few minutes, he suddenly asked: 

[Baby, we’ve talked for so long, but I still don’t know your 

name. What’s baby’s last name? Can you tell me?] 

I froze in front of the screen for a long time. 

Thinking back, I really had never told him. 

When I didn’t reply, Moonlight couldn’t sit still. 

[Baby, you said before you’d love me forever. Does that still count?] 

Did I say that? 

I strained my brain. 

[Baby, you can’t even tell me your last name? Baby, I’m so scared. Sometimes I feel like you’re a shooting star, gone in a flash. No matter how hard I chase, I can never catch you.] 

So pitiful. 

I immediately replied. 

[My last name is Summers. What about you?] 

[My last name is Locke.] 

The same last name as Mr. Scrooge. 

I pressed my lips together, and Zachary’s face subconsciously popped into my mind. 

They were both Lockes, but Moonlight was ten thousand times cuter. 

How could there be such a huge gap between people? 

While typing and silently roasting in my head, I suddenly received a message that made my blood surge. 

[Baby, your birthday is coming up. I ordered a Divas‘ Dream 

from Bulgari at Saks Fifth Avenue. Is that close to you?] 

What did that mean? 

Was it for me? 

My eyes stuck firmly to “Divas‘ Dream.” 

I’d seen that style on the official website. 

Seven thousand dollars. 

[That’s too expensive.] 

And I didn’t have money to return a gift of the same value. 

[Baby, I already paid. Your birthday is the day after tomorrow. I originally wanted to put it on you myself, but I have a business trip that day. You must remember to pick it up.] 

Put it on me himself? 

Did he want to meet up? 

On my birthday? 

[Baby, got it? Be good.] 

[Oh. Okay.] 

I read the chat over and over again. My brain got hot, and 

somehow, I agreed. 

After that, I thought about it for a long time and decided I 

really should meet him. I couldn’t drag this out forever. 

Moonlight was spending more and more. If he truly wasn’t my type, it would be better to end things sooner, for both our 

sakes. 

That night, I didn’t stare at his abs photos. Instead, I kept 

mentally preparing myself, adjusting my attitude, and lowering my expectations. 

I didn’t expect Hollywood–level looks. At the very least, his 

features should be decent. 

If he looked a little cleaner and wore silver–rimmed glasses, 

that would be a bonus. 

I liked sexy nerds. 

The practical kind. 

That desire and preference came from the deepest part of my 

heart. I’d never even revealed half a word of it during dorm–room girl talks. 

The next day, the workload wasn’t heavy. 

Amy asked me to go shopping with her. She wanted to buy lace 

lingerie. 

I asked if she had a new target. 

She nodded without hesitation and quietly told me she had found a twenty–year–old puppy online. 

I was stunned. 

Didn’t she just break up? 

It had only been a few days. 

“So you’ve met?” 

“Tomorrow night.” 

OMG. 

She had known him for only one day and was already meeting 

him? 

I was not built like that. 

From the bottom of my heart, I gave her a thumbs–up. 

Amy threw me a smug wink and encouraged me to bravely meet up too, so I could get some sooner. 

I pressed my lips together, lowered my head, and went to the 

restroom. 

Cold water kept splashing onto my flushed cheeks. My whole 

body felt weak and tingly. 

[Hubby, I want to see abs. Not photos. Video.] 

When I got in the mood, I refused to be the only one suffering. 

So I hid in a stall and proactively sent him eight moving beauty 

shots. 

When I came out, I walked straight into Mr. Locke. 

Water still clung to my temples, and I didn’t even realize it. 

“Hello, Mr. Locke.” 

I stood straight and bowed to him like an elementary school student greeting a beloved teacher. 

Strangely, he didn’t nod at me. Instead, he stopped two yards 

in front of me. 

Alarm bells went off in my head. 

Was something wrong again? 

The boss didn’t move. 

I didn’t dare move either. 

We froze there with astonishing mutual understanding. 

“Nice outfit.” 

Zachary’s eyes darkened. My hair nearly stood on end, as if I’d 

seen a tiger. 

Once was coincidence. 

Twice was chance. 

Three times made no sense. 

I grew more and more panicked. 

What was wrong with this man? Why did he keep staring at my clothes? 

It forced me to re–examine my intelligence and my fashion 

sense. 

I had memorized every line of the company Code of Conduct. Was my reading comprehension the problem, or had I 

accidentally worn his most hated color? 

No. 

I had to ask Amy quickly. 

“Mr. Locke, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back now.” 

I gathered my courage and met his eyes, only to find his gaze 

had become even deeper, mixed with some emotion I couldn’t 

understand. 

“Mm. Go back.” 

His voice was very, with no rise or fall. 

As if granted amnesty, I sped up and jogged away. 

My high heels made dull sounds across the carpet. 

Quite a few coworkers looked at me in surprise, but I no longer 

cared. 

I only wanted to escape back to the office as soon as possible. 

Instinctively, I checked WhatsApp. 

Moonlight hadn’t replied. 

A huge question mark floated above my head. 

Too abnormal. 

[Hubby, are you busy? Why haven’t you sent baby abs?] 

Soon, three dangerously vivid videos came through. 

In the video, Moonlight leaned lazily against a chair and lifted his long, unfairly beautiful fingers to tug at his tie, then 

unbuttoned his collar. 

His sexy Adam’s apple was exposed, rolling lightly, as if I could even hear his low, restrained breathing. 

At that point, I was gone. 

I quickly stuffed my phone into my bag and covered it tightly. 

My eyes carefully swept the area, forcing my heart back into my chest. After confirming that no one had noticed, I finally came back to life. 

After that, no matter what I did, his seductive image kept flashing through my mind. 

“Lily, why is your face so red? Are you feeling sick?” 

Amy sat right across from me. Nothing unusual could escape 

her eyes. 

“No, no. I just feel a little hot. Aren’t you hot?” 

“Hot? I’m freezing.” 

As she spoke, she tightened the shawl around her shoulders. 

Several male coworkers in our office were especially afraid of heat, so our air–conditioning was set three degrees lower than 

the other offices. 

Guilty, I lowered my head and anxiously waited for the clock on my monitor to jump to 5:30 p.m. 

After work, I went straight to the Bulgari counter at Saks Fifth 

Avenue. 

“Hello, I’m here to pick up the birthday gift Mr. Locke 

ordered.” 

“Are you Ms. Summers?” 

I nodded. 

The sales associate’s attitude instantly became warmer. She took a very beautiful little black bag from a salesman beside 

her. 

“Ms. Summers, Mr. Locke also ordered a Serpenti bag for 

you.” 

My eyes widened violently. 

Heaven knew how much courage I’d needed just to step through that door. 

As a newbie in the workplace, I needed a good bag too badly. 

When I got home, I couldn’t wait to click open that sensual little film I hadn’t finished watching. 

To prevent myself from losing control, I specifically prepared ice–cold Coke, chilled watermelon, and twelve life–saving 

aspirin. 

I pressed play. 

That hand with long, distinct knuckles continued sliding 

slowly down from his collar, unbuttoning every button under 

my full gaze of expectation. 

Sexy pecs crashed into view, gleaming with water and moving 

with every breath. 

My whole body went numb. 

A whole bottle of aspirin wouldn’t be enough. 

Just as I was debating whether to continue risking my life, the 

devil sent a message.